After all of the naming in the ceremony 418 hoped that they could rest at least for a little while. But since Cerus decided to set up shop in the ruins of Loren, along with most of the other high kobolds save for Phyllis, the most common complaint from the troops was about the damn stairs.
“Great dragon, it's such a pain to climb all those stairs to go from the barracks to the place where chef Cerus set up. Please do something about it.”
“Great dragon, I would rather fight a horde of undead again than climb those stairs again.”
“Great dragon, the stairs are killing me.”
It has gotten so bad that half the kobolds are camping in the ruins so they don't have to deal with them drama queens, 418 thinks to themselves . But they do have somewhat of a point, in the future when the town is established, it would be better if the base camp is located in the town. But before that, plans will need to be made about what should replace the space where the base camp is now. Could be a hub between the areas that will be built, an extension of the town, more stairs, or a memorial park. Ultimately 418 decided on both a memorial park and a hub for the future areas. Plus this would be good practice for once the creation of areas began. It would make sure that it doesn’t explode in orange mushroomy chaos. Anyways the first step of this was to create the area which would replace the base camp. The park would be a simple design containing several trees in a symmetrical pattern. And in the center there would be a stone slab with the numbers of all the kobolds that have fallen. The hub, on the other hand, would be a path that goes around the outside of the park with two paths perpendicular to the staircases. For the type of tree in the park 418 decided to make willow trees from their memory. At some point during 418's work the high kobolds approached them.
“Great dragon, we happen to be low on ingredients because I have been teaching Alice and Heathcliff how to cook like I do. Can you make more for us?”Asked Cerus.
“Sure in a moment once I finish this.” responded 418.
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“So what is it you're working on, Great Dragon?” Asked Phyllis.
“Well I need to create something to replace the base camp, So I'm creating something to replace it.”
“What is it you are creating, great dragon?” Asked Aurora
“ A memorial park for the kobold who fell during the reclamation of Loren.”
“How noble, great dragon, but you will need the troops moved out of the way will you not?” Asked Alfred
“Yes I will. Thank you for reminding me, Alfred. Silvanus!”
“Yes, great dragon.” Responded Silvanus.
“Move the troops from the base camp up into the ruins for now. Take Persephone with you to ‘convince’ anyone who doesn't want to leave.”
“As you wish, great dragon.”
“No fair don’t I get a say in this, great dragon? I wanted to watch you work.” Whined Persephone.
“This is what it means to be my only personal maid or perhaps you would like to change your reward? And besides, I need this area cleared so there is no risk of harm to any of you.”
“Nope, come on Silvy, let's get your troops moved so the great dragon can do their work.” Persephone said while making her way to the base camp.
“Silvy?!” Silvanus said flabbergasted, before regaining his composure and following after Persephone.
After that the rest of high kobolds left but not before Cerus got the supplies he needed. With no distraction 418 finished the room and began the room swap.It took about a day for all of this in total but now the kobolds should be much happier than before
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(POV: 418)
The night after the completion of the memorial park
I have been here for a while today. I saw many kobolds come by this place. Some to mourn, others to make promises to those who have fallen. Yet they were all filled with emotion. It's funny this place is a mournful place and yet, I feel nothing. Perhaps it is because I became a dungeon. But then, why am I here? What purpose did the gods bring me here for, if any? What do the dreams I have mean? Perhaps I have been too caught up in the past to look for the answers. Perhaps that is the reason why I never gave myself a proper name. Regardless of my reasons, I have decided to swear a solemn vow to myself to find the answers. And live to tell the tale. With this conviction I look to the feature I am no longer How I was before I am now Morgan Whiteclaw.
(Core name has been changed from 418 to Morgan Whiteclaw)