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Post by Grimnir Gurnison on Oct 27, 2009 22:09:57 GMT -5
A beardling sets off down a long dark tunnel. Days pass unnoticed as the sun and moon do not show themselves underground. Eventually he comes to his destination. Noting the duergar corpses spiked to the walls he pounds on a door made of adamantine. A gruff voice shouts out, "What d'ya want?"
"The Hammers are meeting again and you're needed." is the reply the beardling was told to give. A grumble is heard as clangs sound beyond the door. Finally it opens with a grinding groan and a sweaty red haired dwarf covered in dirt and grime appears. Grimnir eyeballs the beardling before saying, "Best ya come in lad. Have a bock and then if I'm to head topside ya can help me haul up all these diamonds and ingots of adamantine and mithril to the hold."
The beardling enters and sees a nice roaring forge fire beside it are piles of varying ores and valuable gemstones. Grimnir shuts the door hard and bolts it in several places then flips a few switches in the wall. "Can't ever be too careful ya know" he states, "Now let's get packed up, have a triple, and get ready to head out lad!"
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Post by Grimnir Gurnison on Oct 31, 2009 14:57:59 GMT -5
The mines under the hold of Clan Oghrann soon begin to flourish with activity. The sound of busy picks echo throughout the mines and these sounds bring a smile to many a longbeard. Grimnir bellowed out commands to the miners directing them like a conductor surrounded by musicians. “Bah! It be no wonder dem topside been forgettin bout us!” He grumbled, “What ya all been doin down ere? Drinkin wit Elgrin? Gittin a mite bit fat on da bone from what I be seein! No matter. Soon Khondar’ll be avin all da ore e needs an more! Thorgrumm dat aint no way ta swing a pick! Dis be da proper way lad.”
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