Since there was no answer i think i will just start my story, just for the sake of recording...
A granite month if im not mistaken... A year 438, like it's gonna matter...
I may as well start here, though my story goes far before.. In the times of war, of glory... And of my downfall.
I am Lithast Ringtreasures hammerdwarf and this is my story:
Seven of us... Don't know why, but its always been dreadfull number in dwarven history, always sending seven dwarves, who are not fit even for hammering, instead sending us in this god forsaken hellhole expecting us to dig gold and silver for them as a penalty.. Fate worse than death.
(I gave half of skills of war and half usefull just to make them hardened criminals for climate
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At least they directed us to mountain, as they destryed our wagon in this treeless land and left to die... At list we die under mountains.. That is our way...
Self-appointed "Leader" claims its time to build ourselves some hole in the ground for shelter - "A HOLE!!?" i shouted at her "A GODDAMN HOLE IN THE GROUND!! I am a son of mason and artisian and I will not abide seeing his name soiled by living in a HOLE! - I knew everyone is looking at me, don't know why but we had to stand for something, we had to believe in something...
"We are mountain people! We are dwarves! Every last one of You. They call us "The Shame of Beards", they call us rejects! Bah! Im a dwarf and i will live in a Mountainhall, even if i will have to carve it by myself! - Dont know why... But its just one thing... One idea, that sparked everyone to work... Our own mountainhome... In this forbidden hellhole... Maybe... Maybe we could do it..
What we've got to loose?