Board Thread:Minecraft Stories/@comment-28478783-20160626022920

Characters:

Alden- Warrior, pernament home- Obsidian Fortress

Rogue- Warrior, pernament home- Obsidian Fortress

[UNKNOWNNAME1]- Warrior

[UNKNOWNNAME2]- Warrior

[UNKNOWNNAME3]- Warrior

[UNKNOWNNAME4]- Warrior

[UNKNOWNNAME5]- Overworld Explorer, Redstone Engineer, Warrior

[UNKNOWNNAME6] -Warrior

[UNKNOWNNAME7]- Warrior

Virulent- Nether Explorer, Lead Warrior, Pernament home: Nether Fortress.

Mayor [no name posted]

Other characters may be hinted/posted later.

Characters designated [UNKNOWNNAME#] will be given names later in the story.

Chapter 1- Sustinance

It was an old structure, guarded with an iron door and with solid iron bar windows. It was the size of a mountain, about 40 blocks high, and had only a pair of Mooshrooms to provide sustinance to those who may enter with an absence of such. A chest stocked with bowls, as well a a pair of warriors, ensured that the visitors won't kill the cows for food. The Obsidian Fortress, surrounded by Ghasts and wandering trios of Zombie Pigmen traversing the Netherrack landscape, was among the last places anyone would have wanted to make their pernament home. However, an army of Hostile Mobs had taken over the Overworld, and as a result nearly every human had taken refuge in the barren dimension known as the Nether. A thousand mooshrooms had been bred and brought into numerous Cobblestone homes, necessary to provide a renewable source of food for the thousands trapped in Nether. To defend their last home, the Humans enlisted the help of ten of their own. But of these, only two made the Obsidian Fortress their pernament home.

"Hey!" Alden said to Rogue. Rogue, turned, and tapped the button to let the iron door swing open. Inside, Alden dropped Martyrstrike, his fully enchanted diamond sword, in a chest. Reaching for a bowl, he took it out and milked the cow nearby, and consumed the mushroom stew until his hunger was thoroughly replenished. Looking into the empty bowl, he longed for the time of fruits and vegetables, the food items that could only be grown in the Overworld, as well as nice, cooked meat. Meat... It was one of the few reasons they still trekked to the Overworld, since a diet of Mushroom Stew could not supplement all of the Human's needs.

Rogue looked over at Alden longingly staring into the bowl. She knew what he was thinking; the whole Human population thought the same thing. Perhaps it was time to take the portal to the Overworld, to establish a new base up there. However, to do so, they would need materials, and lots of it. Thankfully, the Obsidian Fortress had chestfulls of extra Obsidian, as well as iron bars, doors, buttons, and levers. Rogue left Alden in the brightly lit room and took the stairs down to the cellar. After sifting through several rows of chests, she located the rows containing the building materials, and moved them to her inventory. Returning to the room, she filled five bowls with Mushroom Stew as Alden continued to stare longingly at the bowl. Turning, she punched him to get his attention. It didn't do any damage, since the both of them wore fully enchanted diamond armor.

"Ow!" Alden dropped the bowl, and composed himself quickly before his comrade.

"Come on, we both know that didn't hurt." Rogue rolled her eyes.

"Well, there are better ways to get my attention."

"Well, would a trip to the Overworld work?"

Alden looked at the ground thoughtfully. "You know the risks involved."

"Yes," Rogue replied, "but there hasn't been an assault in months, and I have already taken the portal to the surface numerous times. I have seen scouts, but not any that would get away from me."

Alden stared at her wide-eyed. "You what?"

"You heard me. And remember the advice of Virulent. If there are only scouts, the odds of finding a horde is exceedingly weak. We won't be out there long. All we need to do is build an above-world Obsidian Fortress large enough to carry out a fairly large farming operation. You can stand on point with a few fully enchanted bows while I start building, and in the case that anything happens, we can just run for the house the portal was build around."

Alden listened to her reasoning. It sounded good, but there was only one problem.

"You know that house has been destroyed before."

"Yeah, when it was made of Cobblestone."

"Even then, it worries me. I will come with you, but only to make sure you don't get yourself into trouble."

"Alright Alden, I'll give you some time to gear up."

The portal stood in a huge room deep inside the interior of the Fortress. It was sealed off by several iron doors, and had a couple of iron golems silently cruising about. It was one of many portals to the Overworld, of which all of them had been systematically sealed off or housed in homes made out of Diamond Blocks or Obsidian. Looking into the portal, Alden still felt a little unsure. However, he knew Rogue was right in her reasoning, and his stomach growled for a nice piece of cooked chicken.

Chapter 1 will continue in the next post. 