The journey over the mountains was long and treacherous. Many times it was suggested that Lilac's intrepid group carve through the mountains, instead of over them. That wouldn't have left their supplies in very good condition, however, and it would be refreshing to know that the supply caravan would suffer as they had.
The mountains gave way to hills, and eventually the slopes of the great volcano that was their destination. Jeremiahh was ecstatic at the sight of the grand forests leading up its length.
Lilac: "No, Jeri, you're not burning the forests right now. Go pick plants."
Lilac: "Go pick plants!"
Jerimiahh: "...yes ma'am."
Lilac surveyed the land for a bit, and found a nice spot to make their entrance.
Lilac: "Alright ladies! We're-"
Vekseid: "And gentlemen!"
Lilac: "What have I told you about voicing your delusions?"
Cherri Tart: "Not very gentle either."
Lilac: "Enough! We're going to be digging out our home here!"
Elvi: "Next to the river that could easily be redirected to drown us all?"
Lilac: "Yes! For... the kingdom!"
Sherona: "Murakkilruddastot Rabed!"
Swedish Steel: "Or, as the humans call it, the Bold Bronze Sword of Freckles!"
Lilac: "Silence! No human speech here, miss!"
Swede: "But we're-"
Lilac: "Go pick plants!"
Swede: "And I'm not a miss!"
Lilac: "NO MORE SHARED DELUSIONS, GO PICK PLANTS!
Swede: "...yes ma'am."
And so Swede and Jeri went off picking plants, and Vekseid grabbed the ax and began a deforestation operation.
Lilac: "I swear when I get my way we will have a halfway decent name-"
Apple of Eris: "Is that treason I hear?"
Lilac: "Not yet. Let's clear a path down and dig some banks into the river in case any of those idiots falls in."
Sherona: "Yes ma'am!"
Lirliel: "Uhh, Lilac... what are Elvi and I supposed to be doing.
Lilac: "Oh go pound boulders into the dirt or something. Build muscles. We'll need them."
And so the intrepid band dug. Or about half of it did. And dug some more. And when they were done digging into rock, they dug a bit extra just to be sure. Because, really now, what self-respecting dwarf wants to sleep under clay?
CT: "Ooh a floating prickle berry!"
Lilac: "No, Cherri, you can't dive after it."
CT: "But aren't you going to have Vekseid cut down that tree?"
Lilac: "If it survives." She hoped it didn't. Floating logs were almost as annoying as floating trees.
Upon reaching the bottom and clearing it out, Lilac kissed the marble. "Mmmm future steel."
With that cheerful prospect in mind, Lilac began inexpertly laying out a modular fortress plan.