[All Your Pie]

Alrighty, having to put this up a little earlier than I was expecting because I needed the game table for something else, but here we go.

Platinum River (2 BftU, 1 FotA)


Backstory

Spoiler Alert!

Look closely, my friend, and even beneath the world’s shell, you will see the stars.
-Old kyrie saying

Ulfrin Vaultshaper stumbled through the darkness. All around him, the narrow cavern walls echoed with vicious sounds--the clang of swords, gunfire, and the shearing of metal. With his left arm, he cradled his right, which hung limply in the ginger grip, a slowly spreading red stain seeping into the cloth wrapped around it. His Dwarven eyes, suitably well-adjusted to the gloom, were nonetheless insufficient to perceive terribly far ahead of him, and in his panicked state he could scarcely keep himself on his feet, let alone navigate these maddening tunnels with any degree of care. Lost, wounded, and terribly frightened, the only solace he took was in the sounds of battle fading behind him, until eventually his ears were ruled by silence.

Assured of at least a fragile sort of safety, he stopped, collapsing against a cavern wall. A relieved shudder of breath ran through his body, though with it came a surge of pain--as the adrenaline subsided, his wounded arm demanded attention. Surveying it, Ulfrin ruefully concluded that the damage was indeed severe, a bullet lodged deep in his upper arm. The wound needed more careful attention than his hasty first aid had provided, or else it would start to fester. Before panic could overtake him once more, however, he became aware of another sound--the gentle rush of water.

Looking to at least wash his would, Ulfrin followed the noise. It led him down a short stretch of tunnel to a larger cavern, where the air felt pleasantly damp. As he happened upon this chamber, the dwarf’s eyes lit up in astonishment, for dancing across the cavern’s ceiling was a myriad of reflected lights. Blinking, twisting, and racing, these stars captivated him, and without even thinking he drew closer. Before he knew it, he stood at the bank of a gently flowing underground river, lit from within by a silvery light that cast its dim radiance upon the stone above. Gratefully, he knelt, washing and re-dressing his wound, before deciding to rest here awhile and be on his way. In the following days, his injury did not deteriorate, and he was able to rejoin Aquilla’s forces with his life intact. Yet in the weeks that came after, the damage did not heal either. It seemed unchanging, loose from time itself, and glimmered with a faint silver sheen under certain light.

Once these accounts reached Aquilla herself, she deduced that her infantryman had quite by chance stumbled across a wellspring--one with the power to keep things unchanging throughout time. After examining and questioning Ulfrin extensively, she prepared an expeditionary force to set out for this place of power. Utgar’s mechanical legion, however, had not been idle during this time, and little did they know that they were about to make the same discovery...

(Hopefully my backstory chops can make up for the fact that I'm still technically inept and can't manage to save a prettier-looking image than that, heh. The High Quality option in VS for me is still greyed out.)

EDIT: Also adding the .hsc file.