The king and his miners and the hero(brine)

Templa ran his fingers along the rough stone wall, mesmerized by the new feeling. Silva was currently sitting on top of what was left of the roof just kicking her legs. While Steve was walking on the outside part of the gorge, in the sunlight, trying to see the bottom.

He peeked over the edge which had unnaturally rough sides. Nature was cubes, but this place… curves nothing but curves. He sighed looking at the other side of the chasm, for there was part of a bridge but it had collapsed. But what would one expect when you make it out of sticks and not stone? Walking back inside the ruined castle as he now recognized it he conjured a pickaxe from his left hand.

Flipping it in his hand he struck it against a piece of the stone wall still intact, as soon as he did it was absorbed like the stones back home, despite the major differences in the structure. “What yah doing?” He turned around to see Templa staring over his shoulder.

“Checking to make sure we can still use our abilities. While I’m thinking about it I need you to fix up this dump of a castle.”

“Well ah did have a few ideas to fix this place up, maybe some obsidian here an’ a cannon there…” Templa walked off talking to himself about what he was going to do to the castle.

“And what are you going to do Steve?” Looking up he saw Silva peering down at him, from her perch on the roof.

“Seeing as how I’m the most proficient warrior here I thought it would be best I explore first.”

“And what am I going to do?”

Pointing at Templa who was already working on the castle he said, “You know how he gets when he starts building I need you to make sure nothing kills him while he’s busy.” She nodded her head.

“Okay make sure the idiot doesn’t get stabbed in the back. Got it.” She pushed herself up and walked out of sight still on the roof. Steve walked back outside

Taking out a few pieces of cobblestone he always carries with him, you never know what you’re going to need in a new world, he put it on the edge of the chasm. Just for the piece of dirt it had been attached to fall off the edge with the cobblestone.

“Go figure.” Walking back a few paces he put the cobblestone on solid ground, a perfect 10 feet away from the edge to make sure act like gravel again. After waiting a few seconds to make sure it didn’t fall to who knows where he added onto it piece by piece.  When he finally looked up he had made a single block bridge across the chasm. Wouldn’t win the creativity award, but it got the job done.

Stepping off the block he gazed at his surroundings, which consisted of curved trees, a uneven gorge, and curved stones the size of boulders. He took a step forward just to, fall on his face. Rolling onto his side he looked at what had tripped him, to see a glittering stone no bigger than his fist. Pushing himself up to sit on his backside, he picked it up and rolled it around in his hands feeling it. Unlike other things around here it was smooth, curved but smooth.

He put it in his pocket and stood back up, continuing his trek into the curved forest. After a while he found a gravel road, deciding that it might be a village or something he followed it. Following the grey road he passed by many more trees and plants which he had never seen before, he thought it would be better not to touch them never know if they’re poisonous like that one potato. Damned potato, he was starving when he ate that, poison and an empty stomach does not mix.

Face meets ground.

“Freaking forest.”  He flipped onto his back to see what tripped him this time, and it looked like a mini-tree. Standing back up and turning back to the road he saw a break in the tree line. He ran right for it, when he got outside of the forest though he had to block his eyes from the sunlight, for he just now realized how dark it was in there.

Taking a look around he saw a simple village ahead like he thought, but he also saw a house to his left brimming with creatures. Smiling he brought out his sword and walked towards it, his sword gleaming in the sunlight.

As he approached it the creatures ran away at the mere sight of him, he raised his eyebrow and approached the door to the house, which he would barely be able to fit into if he were to use traditional means. Which he doesn’t, raising his foot to kick it down he stopped as something pelted him in the face. He looked down in the direction of what had hit him.

It looked like a miniature cow thing, with huge ears and a curved head like everything else around here. It picked up another rock and threw it at him, shifting his blade to block it he absorbed a block of dirt and kicked the creature into the hole. With it effectively taken care of he turned his attention back to the door. He rose his foot and kicked it down.

Ducking underneath to avoid banging his head on the wood holding the building up, he cast his eyes around the makeshift home. He looked at the bookcases and tables, along the many tiny holes inside seeing nothing important in this part he looked around for something else important, that’s when he noticed the stairs.

“How the hell…… this is too much of a small house for stairs.” Walking over to the stairs he walked or to be more descriptive crawled up them. Reaching the second floor he went for the one door that was open he walked into it. Finding some bookshelves he dug through them seeing if there was anything he could read, sometimes he or the others found quests with villagers asking for help. Throwing the last book aside he sighed. “Fucking…. wonder if there’s anything else outside.”

Going back down the stairs he looked around one last time to make sure there wasn’t anything useful lying around, which there wasn’t, rubbing his temples he stepped back outside. Leaning against the outside portion of the house he thought about his predicament. Normally in a new land like this there’d be something to do. The Overworld you’d just build and build and occasionally find a village and do a quest. The nether you fight the whither. And the Ender they took care of the enderdragon a long time ago. But here no books, well at least no way to read it. No flying monsters, in fact looking back up he noticed that not a single monster had appeared.

Looking back down at the ground he absentmindedly put his left hand into his pocket and rolled the round stone he had found in his hand. While he was deep in though he was jolted by the sound of something clearing its throat.  Snapping his head back up and dropping into a combat stance he gave the creatures that had somehow snuck up on him a one over.

The one thing each of them had in common was the fact that they each walked on four legs like most animals from home. But unlike the animals back home which stayed to one color, except for the sheep, these ones were each and every color imaginable. And unlike the animals back home which showed no intelligence in their eyes, these ones showed intelligence in their eyes, and they were pissed… well all the ones except the butter colored one hiding behind the blue colored one.

That’s when he noticed the white thing with the giant ears from before waving at him with a smirk on its face. Blinking his eyes twice because of the fact it was grinning at him he stared at it before cursing under his breath. “Damn white thing.” Turning back towards the other six larger and more impressive creatures he waited for them to make a move.

The creatures in turn just watched him, the purple one closest to him, leaned towards the others and started talking in whatever language it had.

Seeing as how they made no aggressive moves against him he took the opportunity to get a better look at them. The blue and butter ones both had wings, so they could be like bats or ghasts. Turning towards the white one he saw a horn, looked like it was sharp enough to hurt him keeping that in mind he turned towards the purple one. It had both the wings and the horn, it was probably the pack leader. Lastly he turned towards the orange and pink one. Neither of them had anything impressive though both had muscles that looked thick enough to break his armor, he also noted how the pink one was bouncing in place. He noted that as mildly disturbing.

While he was doing this the others had finished speaking to each other. Taking step towards him the purple one took a deep breath and said something smiling. Taking a step back because of the fact that nothing except the other people had smiled he looked at the creatures and then at the forest which he had came out of. Taking note of the creatures’ wings and the fact that they would probably outrun him he conjured out an enderpearl and threw it. But not before he noticed the shocked looks on the creatures faces before he teleported to the spot where he threw the pearl.

Appearing on the edge of a cliff close to the castle which they had commandeered, he hunched over clutching his gut to keep from throwing up. Standing back up he looked at the castle impressed with the new look. Jumping off the edge he landed with barely a noise. Running to the castle’s new cobblestone 4x5 bridge he went across it. Slowing down to a stop in front of the new door, he pushed the button next to it and slid inside.

“You like what ah don’ with the place?” Looking up Steve noticed Templa  waving at him from above on a bridge. Noticing the look on Steve’s face he asked. “What’s with the long face pardner?”

“We have incoming.”

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Tumbling out of a dark red portal the green monstrosity looked around with its snake like head. Hissing it looked up at the sky, being blinded by the sun, it tumbled backwards into a forest.  Shaking its head it sniffed the air and found its targets scent . Spewing out miniature versions of itself to accompany it, it started the long walk to its targets to carry out its master’s orders.