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Tag: Dwarves

  • First Book of Dwarves: Giants Awaken

    v.1.1.1

    Rumblings could be heard from deep beneath and suddenly a great, big crack shook the earth and a Giant arose in a spectacle of fire and dust. And it kept rising ever upward.

    ‘It is going for the suns!’ one of the First proclaimed. And they were right, for the Giant had seen the suns and felt their life-giving warmth and wanted it all for itself.

    ‘But what will halt it?’

    ‘We will,’ another First Dwarf said, and so they took their mighty hammers and bashed the Giant’s side so hard that it split open and the warriors carved their way into the very heart of the beast which paused its rise for the suns.

    However, our ancestors noticed that the Giant’s ascend didn’t stop completely and so it was deemed to be sleeping.

    ‘But what if there are other Giants out there?’ a wise one worried.

    ‘Then we will do what we must and what we have done here!’

    And so it was that the First of the Dwarves split up and seeked out more Giants to make sure that The Final Strife would never come to pass.

  • Girl of Fire

    v.1.1.0

    The little girl was playing with fire in front of the new toolshed. The flames were dancing to her singing although she wasn’t very musical. But when she looked to the stone farmhouse her smile turned curious, hiding her slightly crooked teeth away.

    Her mommy and daddy were hugging each other and talking to three old Dwarves with funny, blocky hats. The one with a big, bushy beard, and a staff that seemed to be burning, pointed directly at her. The little girl didn’t like that. 

    Then one of the other old Dwarves showed a beautiful, small chest of silver and gold. The little girl had never seen anything so shiny.

    ***

    Looking back over her shoulder was difficult when the old Dwarf with the burning staff held her hand and led her down the road. The little girl tried to remove some of her fiery red hair from her face, those strands that always eluded her braid, but it was of little use. She still didn’t know what was going on but she knew that she wanted her mommy and daddy.

    The little girl saw that none of the other old Dwarves with the strange hats held the beautiful, small chest anymore.

  • Calamity

    v.1.3.1

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    The fires in the candles lit up. So did the flames of the fireplace. They always did that when Hu’orhun was agitated. Furious might be a better word, judging by the roars coming from the hearth. In fact, the heat was getting a little too much, even for a Dwarf, so Tu’wehan took a step away from the blazes. He looked at his wife with apprehensive hazel eyes.

    ‘You are NOT leaving!’ Hu’orhun almost shouted, trying to get some of her fiery red hair, those strands that always eluded her braid, under control. She was standing by their dinner table made of solid, dark granite. The matching granite chair, she was sitting on moments earlier, had been toppled over when she jumped to her feet in anger.

    Hu’orhun let out an irritated groan as she gave up on the flaming red locks, turning her attention back to Tu’wehan. ‘By the Slumbering Giants, who put this stupid idea into your head?’ Hu’orhun asked. The stare following the question was so intense it seemed as if she was trying to light her husband on fire that very second.

    Tu’wehan looked at the black leather jerkin in his hands. He was wearing his brown one already on top of a dark green linen shirt, ready to leave as soon as he was done packing. His grey, woollen travel cloak was hanging by the door.

    ‘The Chapiters and their entourage are leaving Zhi’Na Qien to spread the Teachings of the Five Pillars to more lands and they are in dire need of craftsmen. So, I figured I would lend them my skills as an Iron Artisan,’ Tu’wehan explained as he placed the black jerkin in his travel chest.

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  • Calamity (Archived #6)

    v.1.3.0

    The fires in the candles lit up. So did the flames of the fireplace. They always did that when Hu’orhun was agitated. Furious might be a better word, judging by the roars coming from the hearth. In fact, the heat was getting a little too much, even for a Dwarf, so Tu’wehan took a step away from the blazes. He looked at his wife with apprehensive hazel eyes.

    ‘You are NOT leaving!’ Hu’orhun almost shouted, trying to get some of her fiery red hair, those strands that always eluded her braid, under control. She was standing by their dinner table made of solid, dark granite. The matching granite chair, she was sitting on moments earlier, had been toppled over when she jumped to her feet in anger. Hu’orhun let out an irritated groan as she gave up on the flaming red locks, turning her attention back to Tu’wehan. ‘By the Slumbering Giants, who put this stupid idea into your head?’ Hu’orhun asked. The question was followed by a stare so intense it seemed as if she was trying to light her husband on fire that very second.

    Tu’wehan looked at the black leather jerkin in his hands. He was wearing his brown one already on top of a dark green linen shirt, ready to leave as soon as he was done packing. His grey, woollen travel cloak was hanging by the door.

    ‘The Chapiters and their entourage are leaving Zhi’Na Qien to spread the Teachings of the Five Pillars to more lands and they are in dire need of craftsmen. So, I figured I would lend them my skills as an Iron Artisan,’ Tu’wehan explained as he placed the black jerkin in his travel chest.

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  • Calamity (Archived #5)

    v.1.2.0

    The fires in the candles lit up. So did the flames of the fireplace. They always did that when Hu’orhun was agitated. Furious might be a better word, judging by the roars coming from the hearth. In fact, the heat was getting a little too much, even for a Dwarf, so Tu’wehan took a step away from the blazes. He looked at his wife with apprehensive hazel eyes.

    Hu’orhun was standing by their dinner table made of solid, dark granite. The matching granite chair, that she was sitting on moments earlier, had been toppled over when she almost jumped to her feet in anger. With clenched fists and lips almost white from being pressed together, Hu’orhun was staring back at her spouse as if she was trying to light him on fire that very second.

    ‘You are NOT leaving!’ Hu’orhun almost shouted. She tried to get some of her fiery red hair, those strands that always eluded her braid, under control. Hu’orhun let out an irritated groan as she gave up and let the red locks flow free over her face. ‘By the Slumbering Giants, who put this stupid idea into your head?’

    Tu’wehan looked at the black leather jerkin in his hands. He was wearing his brown one already on top of a dark green linen shirt, ready to leave as soon as he was done packing. His grey, woollen travel cloak was hanging by the door.

    ‘The Chapiters and their entourage are leaving Zhi’Na Qien to spread the Teachings of the Five Pillars to more lands and they are in dire need of craftsmen. So, I figured I would lend them my skills as an Iron Artisan,’ Tu’wehan explained as he placed the black jerkin in his travel chest.

    -> KEEP ON READING!

  • Calamity (Archived #4)

    v.1.1.2

    The fires in the candles lit up. So did the flames of the fireplace. They always did that when Hu’orhun was agitated. Furious might be a better word, judging by the roars coming from the hearth. In fact, the heat was getting a little too much, even for a Dwarf, so Tu’wehan took a step away from the blazes. He looked at his wife with apprehensive hazel eyes.

    Hu’orhun was standing by their dinner table made of solid, dark granite. The matching granite chair, that she had been sitting on moments earlier, had been toppled over when she almost jumped to her feet in anger. With clenched fists and lips almost white from being pressed together, Hu’orhun was staring back at her spouse as if she was trying to light him on fire that very second.

    ‘You are NOT leaving!’ Hu’orhun almost shouted. She tried to get some of her fiery red hair, those strands that always eluded her braid, under control. Hu’orhun let out an irritated groan as she gave up and let the red locks flow free over her face. ‘By the Slumbering Giants, who put this stupid idea into your head?’

    Tu’wehan looked at the black leather jerkin in his hands. He was wearing his brown one already on top of a dark green linen shirt, ready to leave as soon as he was done packing. His grey, woollen travel cloak was hanging by the door.

    ‘The Chapiters and their entourage are leaving Zhi’Na Qien to spread the Teachings of the Five Pillars to more lands and they are in dire need of craftsmen. So, I figured I would lend them my skills as an Iron Artisan,’ Tu’wehan explained as he placed the black jerkin in his travel chest.

    -> KEEP ON READING!

  • Calamity (Archived #3)

    v.1.1.1

    The fires in the candles lit up. So did the flames of the fireplace. They always did that when Hu’orhun was agitated. Furious might be a better word, judging by the roars coming from the hearth. In fact, the heat was getting a little too much, even for a Dwarf, so Tu’wehan took a step away from the blazes. He looked at his wife with apprehensive hazel eyes.

    Hu’orhun was standing by their dinner table made of solid, dark granite. The matching granite chair, that she had been sitting on moments earlier, had been toppled over when she almost jumped to her feet in anger. With clenched fists and lips almost white from being pressed together, Hu’orhun was staring back at her spouse as if she was trying to light him on fire that very second.

    ‘You are NOT leaving!’ Hu’orhun almost shouted. She tried to get some of her fiery red hair, those strands that always eluded her braid, under control. Hu’orhun gave an irritated groan as she gave up and let the red locks flow free over her face. ‘By the Slumbering Giants, who put this stupid idea into your head?’

    Tu’wehan looked at the black leather jerkin in his hands. He was wearing his brown one already on top of a dark green linen shirt, ready to leave as soon as he was done packing. His grey, woollen travel cloak was hanging by the door.

    ‘The Chapiters and their entourage are leaving Zhi’Na Qien to spread the Teachings of the Five Pillars to more lands and they are in dire need of craftsmen. So, I figured I would lend them my skills as an Iron Artisan,’ Tu’wehan explained as he placed the black jerkin in his travel chest.

    -> KEEP ON READING!

  • Calamity (Archived #2)

    v.1.1.0

    The fires in the candles lit up. So did the flames of the fireplace. They always did that when Hu’orhun was agitated. Furious might be a better word, judging by the roars coming from the hearth. In fact, the heat was getting a little too much, even for a Dwarf, so Tu’wehan took a step away from the blazes. He looked at his wife with apprehensive hazel eyes.

    Hu’orhun was standing by their dinner table made of solid, dark granite. The matching granite chair, that she had been sitting on moments earlier, had been toppled over when she almost jumped to her feet in anger. With clenched fists and lips almost white from being pressed together, Hu’orhun was staring back at her spouse as if she was trying to light him on fire that very second.

    ‘You are NOT leaving!’ Hu’orhun almost shouted. She tried to get some of her fiery red hair, those strands that always eluded her braid, under control. Hu’orhun gave an irritated groan as she gave up and let the red locks flow free over her face. ‘By the Slumbering Giants, who put this stupid idea into your head?’

    Tu’wehan looked at the black leather jerkin in his hands. He was wearing his brown one already on top of a dark green linen shirt, ready to leave as soon as he was done packing. His grey, woollen travel cloak was hanging by the door.

    ‘The Chapiters and their entourage are leaving Zhi’Na Qien to spread the Teachings of the Five Pillars to more lands and they are in dire need of craftsmen. So, I figured I would lend them my skills as an Iron Artisan,’ Tu’wehan explained as he placed the black jerkin in his travel chest.

    -> KEEP ON READING!

  • Calamity (Archived #1)

    v. 1.0.1

    The fires in the candles lit up. So did the flames of the fireplace. They always did that when Hu’orhun was agitated. Furious might be a better word, judging by the roars coming from the hearth. In fact, the heat was getting a little too much, even for a Dwarf, so Tu’wehan took a step away from the blazes. He looked at his wife with apprehensive hazel eyes.

    Hu’orhun was standing by their dinner table made of solid, dark granite. The matching granite chair, that she had been sitting on moments earlier, had been toppled over when she almost jumped to her feet in anger. With clenched fists and lips almost white from being pressed together, Hu’orhun was staring back at her spouse as if she was trying to light him on fire that very second.

    ‘You are NOT leaving!’ Hu’orhun almost shouted. She tried to get some of her fiery red hair, those strands that always eluded her braid, under control. Hu’orhun gave an irritated groan as she gave up and let the red locks flow free over her face. ‘By the Slumbering Giants, who put this stupid idea into your head?’

    Tu’wehan looked at the black leather jerkin in his hands. He was wearing his brown one already on top of a dark green linen shirt, ready to leave as soon as he was done packing. His grey, woollen travel cloak was hanging by the door.

    ‘The Chapiters and their entourage are leaving Zhi’Na Qien to spread the Teachings of the Five Pillars to more lands and they are in dire need of craftsmen. So, I figured I would lend them my skills as an Iron Artisan,’ Tu’wehan explained as he placed the black jerkin in his travel chest.

    -> KEEP ON READING!