MidReal Story
Treasures of Bonecrusher Heights
Scenario: A human named Soren and his goblin friend named Dusty live in the suburb of Bonecrusher Heights, surrounded by dwarves and orcs all working together to make sure everyone's provided for. The suburban houses were built by an ancient race of humans that mysteriously disappeared. Now the world is populated by all manner of fantasy races. There's whispers of an ancient mall that possesses the power to warp reality, but whose walls house great treasure and relics of human civilization.
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Dusty
goblin, Soren's loyal and mischievous friend, small with green skin and large pointed ears, cunning and quickwitted.
Greta Ironfist
dwarf, a skilled blacksmith who provides guidance to Soren and Dusty, sturdy build with braided red hair and a warm smile, wise and strong.
Soren Thistlewind
human, a young man with a thirst for adventure and a deep connection to his goblin friend Dusty, lean with sharp features and piercing blue eyes, brave and curious.
The first time I saw the mall, I was a young man with a thirst for adventure and a goblin friend named Dusty.
We lived in Bonecrusher Heights, a city of dwarves and orcs, and we spent our days exploring the ruins of the human world.
The mall was different from anything we’d ever seen.
It was huge, with dozens of stores and restaurants, and it had been abandoned for centuries.
The dwarves said it was haunted, but Dusty and I didn’t believe them.
We wanted to see it for ourselves.
We wanted to find the fabled treasures hidden inside.
And so we set out on our quest, armed with nothing but our wits and our courage.
We didn’t know what lay in store for us, but we were determined to find out.
The first time I saw the mall, I was a young man with a thirst for adventure and a goblin friend named Dusty.
The first time I saw the mall, I was a young man with a thirst for adventure and a goblin friend named Dusty.
We lived in Bonecrusher Heights, a city of dwarves and orcs, and we spent our days exploring the ruins of the human world.
But this adventure wasn’t about exploration.
Not really.
It was about the treasure we knew lay hidden in the mall.
The fabled treasures of the human world, untouched for centuries.
Now, as I gazed out over the rooftops of our city, I knew we were finally going to find them.
Bonecrusher Heights was nestled in the mountains, and the sun was harsh in the thin air.
Its light reflected off the gray stone buildings and off the snow-covered peaks that loomed in the distance.
The sounds of the city were a constant cacophony of hammering and shouting, a testament to the industrious nature of its inhabitants.
I walked through the crowded streets, scanning the faces of the people I passed.
In this city, orcs and dwarves were far more common than humans.
It was rare to see anyone else.
I was looking for someone in particular, a sturdy dwarf with a braided beard and a warm smile.
She went by Greta Ironfist, and she was my mentor.
Greta was one of the finest blacksmiths in Bonecrusher Heights.
She had raised me after my parents had died, teaching me everything she knew about survival and combat.
She was also one of my closest friends.
I found her in her workshop, surrounded by an array of tools and weapons.
She looked up as I entered and gave me a warm smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes.
“What do you need, Soren?”
She asked, setting down her hammer.
“Just saying hello.”
Told her Dusty and I were going to go explore the mall today.”
Greta frowned slightly, her blue eyes narrowing.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
She asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“There are rumors of monsters out there, you know, not to mention other adventurers.”
“I’ll be fine,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
“I’m not a kid anymore, Greta.
And I’m not going to be cooped up in this city forever.
I need to see what’s beyond these walls.”
Greta frowned, but she didn’t press the issue.
“You’re a grown man, Soren.
You can make your own decisions.
Just be safe, all right?
And don’t get yourself killed.”
“Don’t worry about me,” I said, giving her a reassuring smile.
“I’ll be back before you know it.”
Dusty was waiting for me outside, fidgeting impatiently as he leaned against a nearby wall.
He gave me a grin when I came out of Greta’s workshop, his sharp teeth flashing in a wide smile.
“Ready to go?”
He asked, pushing himself away from the wall.
The goblin looked around, his large pointed ears twitching as he listened to the sounds of the city.
“Where’s Greta?”
“She’s inside,” I said, gesturing to the open door of the workshop.
“She says to say hello.”
Dusty snorted and gave me a wry look.
“Make sure you tell her I said hi, too.”
It was no secret that the goblin had a bit of a crush on our dwarf friend, and he loved to tease me about it whenever he got the chance.
I rolled my eyes and started walking, knowing Dusty would follow, as he always did.
He fell in step beside me, his small form bouncing with enthusiasm as we left the city gates behind us and started down the mountain path.
“So, what are we looking for exactly?”
Dusty asked eagerly, his beady eyes darting from side to side as he scanned the rocks and trees around us.
“I’m looking for adventure,” I said, feeling a thrill of excitement run through me at the thought of what lay ahead.
“What are you looking for?”
The goblin’s eyes widened in surprise, and I could see his sharp little ears pricking up with interest.
“New boots!”
He said, his voice echoing with longing.
“I bet we can find them at the mall.”
I had a feeling Dusty’s obsession with boots was going to get us into trouble one of these days, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him to let it go.
Instead, I just smiled and shook my head as we continued down the path.
Our journey took us through the city gates and into the suburbs that surrounded Bonecrusher Heights.
These were the outlying areas that lay beyond the protective walls of the city, where danger lurked around every corner.
The dwarves said that the suburbs were haunted by the spirits of the humans who had once lived here, but Dusty and I had never seen any evidence of that.
We had explored these ruins many times before, and we knew them like the backs of our hands.
We passed a burned-out building on our way, its charred remains standing like a silent sentinel beside the path.
I walked over to it, drawn by the sight of something lying in the rubble.
It was a rusty tricycle, half-buried in the ashes, with its twisted metal frame covered in soot.
I bent down to examine it, my heart pounding as I ran my fingers over the rough surface.
It was the first human artifact I had ever seen, and I felt a rush of excitement as I realized just how close we were to their lost civilization.
“Come on, Soren!”
Dusty said, tugging on my sleeve.
“We’re almost there!”
He was right.
The path ended at the Wall, a massive barrier that stretched across the entire valley.
It was made of stone and iron, and it was so high that it disappeared into the clouds.
The dwarves had built it to keep out the dangers of the suburbs, and they guarded it day and night to make sure no one got through.
As I approached the Wall, I saw a series of warning signs that had been posted by Greta Ironfist.
They showed pictures of monsters and other dangers, with big red X’s drawn through them.
The words “Do Not Enter” were scrawled across the bottom in bold letters.
I paused, my stomach tightening at the sight, but I shook off the feeling.
The mall lay beyond the Wall, its ancient structure looming over the landscape like a giant monolith.
We could see it from the city gates, but as we got closer, it seemed to grow larger and larger.
It was a sprawling complex of stone buildings and iron walkways, with a series of massive parking lots that surrounded it on all sides.
The mall itself was shaped like a giant letter “H”, with two long wings that stretched away from the main entrance like the arms of a skeleton.
Its windows were covered with grime and dust, and its walls were cracked and crumbling.
It looked like no one had set foot inside it for centuries.
The path to the mall was long and winding, and it took us deeper into the suburbs with every step we took.
As we walked, I couldn’t help but notice how quiet it was here.
The noise of the city faded away behind us, and there was nothing but silence all around.
It was a strange feeling, to be so alone in a place that was usually so full of life.
But I didn’t let it bother me.
The mall lay ahead of us, its shadow stretching across the landscape like a giant shroud.
We could see the tops of its towers poking up above the Wall, and I knew that we were almost there.
I gripped my spear tightly in one hand and my shield in the other as I walked down the path.
The sun was high in the sky, and its harsh light reflected off the snow-covered peaks in the distance.
I could feel its heat on my face, but I didn’t let it slow me down.
I was too excited to reach the mall to worry about something as trivial as the weather.
Dusty hopped along beside me, his goblin form twitching with a mix of fear and excitement.
“I can’t wait to get inside,” he said, his voice trembling with anticipation.
“Me neither,” I replied.
“And don’t worry—I haven’t forgotten about your boots.”
He grinned at me, his sharp teeth flashing in the sunlight.
“You’d better not have!
I want to find them today!”
“If we come across a shoe store, I’ll buy you a pair of Goblin Airs myself.”
“Really?”
We both knew that there weren’t any shoe stores at the mall, but it was still fun to pretend.
“I promise,” I said, ruffling his hair.
He laughed and ran ahead, eager to keep moving.
“C’mon, Soren!
Let’s go get my boots!”
The path took us through a series of twists and turns, and it wasn’t long before we lost sight of the city gates behind us.
There was only one way forward now, and that was towards the mall.
I could feel a sense of foreboding building inside me as we got closer, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before we arrived.
