Walking down the street, Kiana flapped her arms, enjoying the summer sun as it reflected off her silver hair. Munching on the newest Painapple Jaffa Cake (this time with the spikes removed), she wandered through the busy streets, where people of all kinds carried wooden plants and steel pillars across.
Barely ducking under a passing steel beam, she headed towards the Gastronomic Laboratory (read kitchen), where she hoped they maybe, maybe, had some leftover experimental foods left. Though she loved Jaffa cakes, she wanted to taste more food, more sweets.
Skipping into the kitchen, she sneakily made her way past the Wulfin guards (she was caught, but made deals to exchange their silence with some of the more...experimental foodstuffs). Humming in delight at her ingenuity, she greedily grabbed a couple of jam-packed pieces of small cakes, which they affectionately called Twinkies (cause they disappeared in the blink of an eye, if you know what I mean).
As she sat beneath the counter, busily munching away, her ears perked up, catching glimpses of conversations passing by. "Hey, did you hear, Lord Simon and Lord Lewis are going to the land of those asinine Dwarves, Himlond. Don't they know that Dwarves are one of the most stubborn things on this planet (well, aside from my brother's stains on the walls - Goddess knows what it is...)."
"Yeah, but they have no choice, do they. Last I heard, they found another Dungeon near here..."
"Really!? B-but this makes this the fifth Dungeon discovered within the last five months. Seems to me like a Dungeon just randomly pops up every month or so. What is this, some sort of bingo!?"
"Shush! That's why I didn't want to tell you! Rumour is that in order to build the necessary Dungeon manways, you need Terrasteel, and the only place you can get them is from Himlond, and only the Dwarves can use them to build the system needed to keep Dungeons in place."
"Yeah, but I also heard that the upper ones wanted tons of Orichalcum and Adamantium to build some sort of long tube-like, to take them to the Moon. The Moon! Only the Goddesses can go there, for that is their domain. Cyrnie, you should stop drinking that booze, they ain't good for your brains, seems like."
"Hey! I'm pretty sure I'm right! Why else would..."
As the cleaners went away, so did their conversation. But Kiana could still hear them, due to her being a Wulfin (and her unknown lineage). No, what concerned her the most was that her beloved brothers-who-gave-her-tasty-sweets had gone to Himlond, a land where her mother had once said to be cursed for their kind, a land where Dwarves kill Beastmen who dare question them and all their glory.
She knew she could not stop them, for she was just a poor tier-1 Wulfin, someone who could not save her mother when she called for help...
Big brothers, please come back safely...
Soft patters could be heard, as small patches of the floor became wet...
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Tall rocks peaked the sky, grey clouds covering the misty tops, hiding their secrets from the prying eyes of mortals. Rough caws could be heard, as birds covered in rocks flew across the stormy heights, searching for their next meals. The only common land animal was goats, and, as usual, they smelled like arse, everywhere, for the only vegetation present were small patches of tough, thorny grass extruding from the various cracks, their tough hide making them near indigestible for anything...
Except the Himlar goats
Instead of a well-maintained aboveground wharf, a large dark tunnel was seen protruding from the ship. A Dwarf wearing nothing (except heavy iron weights and an underpant) is seen jutting in the heavy waves, guiding nearby merchant ships into the hole, all in an orderly manner.
Taking a swig from a large bottle, Simon stared at the dark hole, eyes gloomy.
"Welcome...to Himlond..."