Waterbien Civilisates

 Here are some artworkss generated by waterbe fortress:

• The Immoral Steam, a finely designed image of two waterbe
• The Mellow Evils, a finely designed image of a quiver
• The Jester of Boring, an exceptionally designed image of three clouds
• The Distance of Boring, a well designed image of a diamond
• The Spiral of Rages, an exceptionally designed image of a full moon
• The Imprisoned Rip, an exceptionally designed image of thrones
• The Confident Rage, an exceptionally designed image of floodgates
• The Sunken Targets, an exceptionally designed image of floodgates
• The Tear of Raking, an exceptionally designed image of coins

With these in mind, I might do a paragraph on each or something with a story. Let's start:

The Immoral Steam
Audius the general and Progy the emperor sat in the throne room, discussing matters too important for the lower classes to hear. They were arguing over Covercudgels, a little hamlet in an unimportant corner of The Absolute Dimensions, and though it was difficult to pinpoint what exactly they were arguing about over their raised voices, you could make a guess and say it was something to do with the latest chasm discovered.

Before they could reach an agreement, however, a young waterbien woman with a purple robe burst into the room, breathing heavily. She had a huge collection of crossbows strapped to her robe, of all different colours and sizes. Audius was the first to say anything. "Hict, my love!" he said warmly. "I haven't seen you since Opal! I suppose you have news from your scouting". Hict managed to ask, in between breaths, for Audius to go into his own office. He agreed and left.

Audius' office wasn't much compared to Progy's throne room, but it was still envied across the entire Tender Hill. At the back was an aluminium throne, engraved with extravagant images of Audius fending off entire sieges alone. A boy, dressed in a grubby cyan shirt, was carrying several large beakfish roasts into Audius' dining room.

"So, what reports have you got from your scouting?" he asked Hict, who was being hugged by an enthusiastic Iumutus, their only living child.

"The chompers..." Hict said "...they are creating an army. The North Heaven. I saw their clouds. Three. Yellow. Soaked in blood. Probably because of the animals."

"Don't worry about it, love," he said reassuringly. He then decided to change the topic. "Here, you must be hungry." He passed a beakfish roast over to Hict, who began to messily devour it. "Also, I've got this," he said, and began to search through his coffers. He pulled out, smiling, a huge bottle of strawberry wine. "Your favourite." He kissed Hict and sstroked her fin. "I've got to talk to Progy now, see you later," he said as he left the room.

Back in Progy's throne room, Progy was waiting patiently for the return of the general. "What new has your consort brought back from her scouting?" he asked.
"Nothing good."
"Why? What's happening?"
"The North Heaven. They probably disagree with our coopahan harvesting program, and they are building an army."
"That is bad. I'll have to agree with what you were saying before; project Mul must be completed, and quickly. Get all our finest masons and mechanics!"

A month passed, and it became Felsite. In the meantime, the general had assembled a band of masons and mechanics. An army of peasants was hauling huge volumes of stone into the castle where the weapon was being built.

The masons grabbed the stone and began working on building the huge barrel of the weapon. The also created a giant tank to store the liquid ammunition in, and dug a huge shaft until the dirt seemed warm enough to melt underneath their feet. They then climbed back up the precarious, ramshackle staircase they had built, destroying it as they climbed. Soon they were at the top of the pit.

Two burly peasants, wearing a simily filthy robe as the one the young boy wore, carefully carted a large barrel into the castle. With a loud grunt, they tossed it down the huge pit they had dug. It exploded spectacularly.

From the top of the pit, the masons and engineers could see the tounges of flame lick their way out of the pit. To add to that, the ground began to groan like a great beast, just waking up. Quickly, everyone ran out of the castle, hoping for the plan to work.

Iumutus had no idea what was happening, and was incredibly inquisitive. "Daddy! Daddy! What's happening? Daddy! Daddy! Will Mommy be all right? Daddy! Daddy! Can I have a go at building the gun?"

That's it for now. Looks like it turned out to be a bit more than a paragraph.

--Thomas