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[CaptainLambcake]

Yes, thank you as always Criperum

[CountAlex]

Sweet Armok's tears, the translation is still going! Thanks Criperium, that's warming my heart you picked up.
Nice to see you areount too, CaptainLambcake, most loyal follower of the story hehe.
UPD.: I am no linguist myself nor too good in knowing English but I suggest you translate using Past simple, e.g. "You flinched" Instead of "You flinch" or "You stroke a menacing pose" instead of "You strike a menacing pose". That's just more accepted way for storytelling. Keep up the good work!

[Criperum]

I actually tried both ways. First in past tense then in present. I understand that in Russian past tense storytelling is more used but i think here it won't give you any profit and it makes it harder to express things that happend in the past relatively to the main events. That's why I use present tense now.

[coop]

Ahem... why don't you continue?

[CountAlex]

Aw heck, why not, I guess two translators are better than one, huh. Milage may vary.
Damn I remember nothing about preparing posts to look good. Let's roll anyway.
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^{Same picture as previous post}

Snapped the reins and the wagon hastily departed from the grove. Your group returned to the tract. You go to the north now...

NEXT SEASON OF MS PAINT DWARF ADVENTURES

- Father!
- Run, darling! Save yourself!
- But what about our kids?
[Sounds of love with another woman]
- NOOOOOO!

- You have no rights on these rocks
- Take a look at the rock... in my pants!

- You callled, my lord?
- Bring me the head of this rascal! I will put it on a pike!

- But love... what about our wedding photos?
- What? What photos? Woman, who are you? Leave me alone, I don't dance!

- And the prophet said: Savior of our lands cometh. And he will rise from dirt. And he will take wifes from the widows of his defeated enemies. And there will be seventy-three. But one will die of old age

IDK guys, IDK.

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You had a lot of doubts if you should go or not, and eventually deciede to go. Before the midnight you persuaded Nil to cover your back and with a small sack of dried apples and mushrooms set on a path to Ivety. Already around her home you felt strong itching that was bothering your head for the last few weeks but this time you decided not to scratch - maybe it will pass. This problem took all your focus, and upon reching the door you forgot to knock and simply entered.
Ivety just finished showering. Covered, she turned around:
- Oh... I expected you to come a little later...
You froze trying to contemplate how embarassing this is or maybe it's intended.
- Likot? How are you?
- Bump is itchy...

And new thread titled as
MS Dwarf Adventure p.3 (alt)

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With a mug of lusty baboon you smacked Ivety's booty.
- Wow - she didn't flinch - how interesting...
- I am old soapmaker - you kept you hand at same place - And I don't know the words of love.
Elfess patiently waited while you enthusiastically squeezed her buttock.
- MY WORD! - you suddenly stoped and raised your hands up - You'll become my wife, and I'll make you the Queen of Mountainhome.
- Oh, right away? - she turned - Maybe we can get to know each other better at first? Likot, let's not rush, it's, like, my first time...

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[We keep foreseeing future]
- I swear by Armok’s suspenders! A woman will appear who will destroy our marriage! With high breasts! And a big ass! Blood! Death! Oh no! Run, darling! Save yourself!
[start crying and make sounds of love with another woman]

NSFW, NSFL?

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- You wanna do it a dwarf way? - you started suggestive looks.
- Uh-huh - Iveti coquettishly nodded - When I first met you, I knew you are that one dwarf I was waiting for so long.
You lustfully wagged your hips:
- Wanna dinkle my dinkle-donkle? It's all ready...
- Oh, can I? - she lowered to her knees.
- Grab my dinkle-donkle. Touchm squeeze, pinch.
- Like that? Am I doing it right?
- Grasp my folds! Squeeze harder.
- Wow, is it supposed to be like this?
- Suck my little penny, lick my tit juice.
- That a thing? Wooow!
- My dinkle-donkle and your mouth. Suck it, you piece of shit.
- What?
- What?
...
You had an amazing night with Iveti, revealing passionate lover in each other. The girl was absolutely pleased and, exhausted and fell asleep in your arms.

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Let me take a break on this high note.

[CountAlex]

Let's do a few more
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Next morning you made your way to her father Muya so he could take a look at your bump. Alchemist carefully studied the outgrowth and when you told him about tames plump helmet spore he without a doubt recognised it as A MUSHROOM! So he he suggested to try his trademark ointment, which he himself uses on all kinds of warts.

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Don't put it on the mushroom right away. Apparently from the previous post Likot enjoyed it being licked so it means it's part of our nerve system. We gotta try to feel the plump helmet, to make it move.
Don't use the ointment, fertilize and water the mushroom sneakily.
Stay the hell away from the city. No cities.
Let's dig Mountainhome in the grove roots, make alliance with Muya and genocide caped elves.
Retractable bridges above chasms, trapped corridors, pikes, cages




You readily took the ointment and immediately began to rub it actively into the head, purposefully bypassing the mushroom itself.
- It's a beautiful evening outside, - you interrupted the alchemist, who worriedly mumbled something watching you using the ointment, - Fireflies chatter. Hoods rot. Your daughter is dozing peacefully in my bed ... And on such evenings as this one, I think to myself... maybe hoods were right...
Muya lowered his hands with a slight smile:
- Of course they are. Stronger one is right in the end. We just want to live differently. Just like you - you brag about elf in your bed. Dwarven traditions, as far as I know, do not encourage such affairs.
You broke off for a second and scaredly moved your eyes around.
- Oh, I don’t mind, - the old elf waved his hand, - You ask, where did Iveti get interest in dwarfs? I'm afraid it's my fault, - he shuffled to the stairs, - Our community is far from tradition, as you noticed, so I added fuel to the fire - as a child, I slipped my daughter a book of a very depraved content by the authorship of someone Oraphi Geme. Actually, it was a diary found by a scout in the mountains, where I later asked him to return it back. Oh, what an avalanche of questions fell upon me from a young girl. I just wanted to demonstrate to her the charm of diversity, instead of attachment to the traditional understanding of love and its manifestations. And she understood it in her own way. Well, why not, right? We are all children of the forest, land, water ... and there is nothing wrong with them merging. We are all part of nature.
- I love nature. I am already one with nature.
- Well, sure, - Muya winked, - she will surely want to go with you. You better ... don't hurt her.
- To go? Oh yes ... through the city. No, no, no ... the city is to be avoided at any cost. No cities. The story must unfold differently...
The alchemist understood that you had already begun to consider the plan of action. Without interfering in the train of thought, he went upstairs and began to look into the huge stained-glass window, and you muttered to yourself below:
- We dig up the Mountainhome right here - in the roots of the elven grove. Unite with Muya, exterminate the hoods. Retractable bridges above chasms, trapped corridors, pikes, cages...

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Let's find our group and are try in every possible way to find out more about those very strange characters
WASH YOUR MOUTH SO BROS WON'T ASK INCONVENIENT QUESTIONS
You need to take Tok aside and start planning a riot against the tyranny of Shorast together
Soon as we are back to group, we ask Tok aside and start to talk down like a mad hobo about Armok's gift and that we now know the future and shouldn't trust Shorast




You rinsed your mouth with what liquid still was in the vial and went into the clearing to your comrades. They loaded the remaining goods into the wagon and were ready to move on.
 -Oh, the soap-maker is back, - Tok grunted, - Well? How did it go? How did it COME?
- Shhh! - you hissed and dragged him to the side.
- Where were you? - the manager asked you, - It’s time for us to go, and you still somewhere.
- Shut it, Shorast! - you shouted.
Buketotil was already not so cheerful.
- Listen, listen! - You again whispered, - I know what's going on. I remembered the future! That is ... Armok’s revelation came upon me and I now know in advance that you and I will be best friends.
- I'm not sure anymore, - Tok squinted.
- Quiet! Listen up! Shorast leads us into a trap. I don’t know which one yet, but we shouldn't go there. And we shouldn't go to the the city. They will abduct you there! And there will be a woman with high breasts! And a big ass! Which will destroy our marriage! Wait ...
- What are you talking about?
- Quiet, QUIET! You can not trust Shorast! We have to dig a Mountainhome right here, under the roots of the trees!
- Fuck off moron! - Tok shook off your hands, - What have you covered yourself with? And clearly got drunk. Walk into the cart, you fool, sleep it off first.

NSFW

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You jumped on the wagon:
- Comrades! The monarchy again fastens the yoke to the neck of the working class! We are not slaves, slaves are not us! I don’t know if you believe all the promises of the Provisional Government but I am firmly convinced that when sweet speeches are told to you, when they promise you a lot, they deceive you! I know - Shorast, this vile worm of imperialism, drags us all to the slaughter! And so that there is no doubt in his lies, behold the naked truth!
While everyone was freaking out you quickly jumped down and tore off rags from the chest of limping Bomel.

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Continue the revolution. Tell the truth about Shorast.
Yell right away: "This is ex-queen who abandoned Mountainhome in the hour of danger, whore, who poisoned the King together with her lover!", then point a finger at Shorast: "And here he is, the shit of the nation..."
Add the slogans “Down with the Nobles” and “We will build a new world!” ... but also remind everyone of the inscriptions about the anal elf and demand thourough rummage of Shorast’s belongings!!



- That's ex-Queen! - you kept yelling, - Who abandoned Montainhome in the hour of danger! Whore who poisoned the king with her lover! And here he is... - You turned your head around in search of Shorast, but he disappeared somewhere, - Shit of the nation! Down with the Nobles! We will build a new world! I demand the rummage of belongings and the anal elf!
- What an asshole, - sounded from behind.
Something suddenly flashed before your eyes and somehow you faceplanted at the stone floor.

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There's more, stay tuned.

[CountAlex]

Here is some more
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Check the portal
See if you can feel with your plump helmet
Make Ostox first slave of our republic
We say that we are the ambassador from Arol-Iton, and the goblin is our ally and the father of goblin democracy.
Let's mount someone to celebrate the update



- You are assshole, - jumping up, you yelled into an empty frame, - Traitor! Fetisher! Poisoner!
But the passage seems to have closed and there was just a wall in front of you.
You looked around. By all senses, it was Assarotung. And next you, lost for a week, Ostox was rubbing his face.
- What are you doing here? - you took a closeк look.
- I... uh... well... stuck... - he recognised you, - There was BANG, I woke up, ran... suddenly WOOSH! And I fell here. And here...
- Miners Republic, - you realized.
- Well, yes... it is... And you what, here for business? You screamed a lot back there. Gonna keep screaming now?
- We'll find out soon. I am the self-appointed ambassador of Arol-Iton. And you - if you want to live, play along - you will be the father of goblin democracy, and to increase the effect - and mount. Miners should see that I mean business.
You enetered hallway mounted and saw new living quarters being actively set up. The workers were busy but the couple still turned around to see who was making a ruckus there.

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- Well well, -you announced loudly, - We are the masters of all the dungeons!” We are tunnel commanders! Where is in charge here?
The workers looked at each other:
- Master of the tunnels? Are you looking for a site foreman’s office or something? It is along the corridor, the second door is on the right.
You rode in the indicated direction and kicked open the right door. The dwarf at the table looked up in amazement. You proudly entered the doorway:
- Make me the main one! - you ordered.
- The main ones - clean the toilets, - he squinted. - We do not have the main ones. What warehouse did the you steal the goblin from? What is the purpose of the property appropriation? Answer, lousy moron! - He struck the table with his fist.

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- Are you a relative by any chance? - You rode a little closer, - Hey, relative? Does Tok Buketotil tell sound familiar to you?
- Who's what? - the dwarf did not understand, - I said where did you steal the goblin?! Put it back, mugshot.
- Fork in the butt or stick across the face? - you gazed - Putting slippers on your ass?
- What ?! - he was indignant.
- I am the father of the proletariat, and you are more equal than the communism.
- The foreman opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped. In the meantime, you put the pen behind your ear and drank ink:
- I'm an ambassador. A potential union of the ruling elite is possible. With the overthrow. There are two of us here.

This dialog sounds just as bizzare in original text, it's not me messing up translation, I swear.

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- Workers of all races! I am the leader of the workers' movement of the first elven underground fortress! I demand a good bed and all that stuff!
- Oh, ir's all clear, - the dwarf brightened, - Someone here has gone raving mad. Tell me, buddy, what sector are you from?
- I need soft citizenship and a wash. Pronto!
- Well, of course, - the brigadier rounded the table, -Come with me, I'll show the way.
He brought you to the nearest living room where the bed was already installed:
- Now I’ll bring a bucket of water, a minute of patience. And I’m going to settle goblin in the next room, all right?
After drinking ink you felt blunt and only answered treateningly
- With a bed!
- By all means, - he brought Ostox out and locked the door behind him.

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Vomit and shit on the door
Find a sock. Throw it at the door. Check the engraving.
Break the door by throwing a sock into it.
Inspect the bed



By trowing up on the door, you saved yourself from further intoxication with ink. The cind mleared up a bit.
You took off your boots and found your red sock. Hardened over the years of use, it felt like a boot itself. You pulled it off and threw it at the door.
The sock crunched against a stone surface and fell into the vomit. Apparently, returning to the Mountainhome, meeting other dwarves, an almost your own room added good thoughts and took tantrum risk away.
You check engra... wait, no engravings here, it most be a new room.
Then you inspected the bed, but it was just a wooden bed. Not even attached to the floor.

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Additionally, story-maker, Co-op, has his Patreon, please check it here https://www.patreon.com/likot

[CountAlex]

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Get into the ventilation
Look at the other side of the room
START DRAWING RITUAL DICKS ON THE WALLS
Pick your nose till it bleeds/b]



There was no ventilation in the Mountainhome ever. All dwarves since birth breathed harsh, stiff, thorouphly farted air. Sometimes fresh air was brought on clothes by those who hauled everything from external warehouses inside. But such air was alien, underground inhabitants feared it.
You scanned the fourth wall. It was not broken and pristine. Then you decided to desecrate it with a self-made, unauthorized artisanal engraving.  With a vomit-soaked sock you drew a penis with a sweeping strokes. And next to it you drew Armok. But it was wrong to draw the God of blood something other than blood. Therefore, you picked your nose to get blood and began to dunk a vomit sock into it. Engraving turned out right. Although this was not really an engraving but rather an icon painting. So be it.
You decided to show your creation to the public, but the door was locked outside, there was no way to unlock it from the inside. Nobody was coming to your room.

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Draw a face on that miserable pillow and recruit it as your companion
Pray to the great Armok
START SELF-INTERROGATION



You really wanted to boast your drawings at least to someone, so you created Idol.
- Look at this beauty, - you said, - So, what do you think?
- Not bad at all, - he answered, - but what is that smell?
- Oh, never mind. Soap cleans, but cooking it is also a very dirty job. And smelly.
- Whose dick is it near my face? - Armok said from the wall.
You hesitated:
- No one's... it's just a dick, not attached to anyone.
- I would like certainty in this matter. I would not bring some random dick to my face.
The idol checked the drawing closely:
- Is that considered big?
- Yes, - you nodded.
- Nooo,- Armock laughed.
- Shut your mouth, hog, and do not get into other people's business! - you burst out suddenly , - Size does not matter!
Apparently you were subconsciously offended that you were a little shorty who miraculously slept with a towering elf. Now she’s going to tell everyone there how small mushroom is on the top of your head is and how she did it you out of pity and now she laughs in the circle of the same long buddies... with long ... ears.
- What is this, Likot? - Armok was surprised, - Are you ashamed of the who I created you to be?
You burst into tears and began punching against the wall:
- Just tell why you did not make me tall and muscular?! Why am I forced to look at everyone from the bottom up and seek the approval of others!?
Idol and Armok looked at each other:
- What are you talking about? Since when do you give a shit about someone else's opinion? You always behaved like a wild.
- Why do you think I acted like that? - You crawled to the floor and curled up, sobbing loudly.
Armok and Idol felt awkward and quietly left the room, leaving the door ajar.
- Why are you making a row here? - unfamiliar dwarf looked inside, - Have you been accidentally locked up here? Don’t get angry, the quarters have not yet been populated, so here should not be anyone yet. And furnished finished rooms are locked so that there is no confusion.
He looked at the wall:
- Been here a while, huh? You are probably hungry?

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So, we caught up to current updates. See ya!

[Criperum]

Ahem... why don't you continue?

Because i'm a lazy shmuck.

[coop]

>Ask him if there's cave wheat cutlets with pasta on the menu
>Let's introduve our new friend to our mates
>Find out what's going on in the fortress
>Pretend we are local / ask where the soap workshops are

You raised your red eyes and sobbed:
- Do you have cutlets?
- Of course, - the dwarf nodded, - Made of plump helmet. Now we have everything made of plump helmet.
- Even the skies? - You got to your feet.
- Forget about the sky for good, - he put a hand on your shoulder and led you down the corridor. - You've been sitting there for a long time. Must be missed all the news?
You looked back at the wall. Armok was still there, winking about something to the dick. Then he caught your eye:
- You can go, we here must finish one little business.
The Idol smiled mysteriously and slowly closed the door. You decided not to focus on it:
- Is Republic all right? - you glared at your guide.
- For sure! The plan is put into effect, "goblin fodder" slays everyone who is against us up there, and then our Smoky Monster will choke them as well. Then it will remain to guard the upper halls from any intervention. Or maybe it’ll get out and leave - we don`t give a shit. What's matter is that we are now our own masters! No more nobles and their whores - queens. Only mines, narrow tunnels, dark caves! All treasures are for us! A bright future has come, brother! Hurry up and grab the pickaxe! Dig the adit!
You kept staring around:
- Do you make soap around here?
- why the hell would we? Soap is for kid-gloves like that damned Shorast Oninoagak, but we are hard workers, our calloused fingers are not for rubbibg tits, we dig up the womb of the mountain. We touch its very essence. Soap here is an absolutely superfluous attribute. Besides, it's the attribute of the nobility, and therefore undoubtly offensive! We wash ourselfs with clear water without any perfumes and poultices here. Got it? - he slapped you on the shoulder, and laughed.
You just came to the well where some dwarfess was washing her face.
- See ya, brother, till next time in the excavations. Don’t wander around here anymore, you've seen what shit might happen. So... the canteen upstairs already works by the way. Go glut yourself with all the plump helmet dishes, - he slapped you on the shoulder again and left down the corridor.
The woman looked up at you:
- Well, what was this all?
- This what? - You didn`t understand.
- What`s with your hair? Why is the beard white? "I’ll just drop one mug!", "Magma workshops and all stuff!" Told you not to go there - no, you got drunk like an animal. Where have you been all week? Drinkin booze to unconsciousness? Look at you - drank up to gray hair!
You stared at a stranger:
- Who are you?
- Hello there! - she threw up her hands, - I`m Sedil ... your wife.

[CountAlex]

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Throw your wife down the well.
Drown wife in the well right now.
Wash your face and ask where's our place. Offer her to make a baby.
Dig for information, information, information! What are career prospects for a dwarf without mining experience.
Learn about the system of power and law enforcement here



You pretended to have lost your balance and leaned on your spouse, implicitly intending to push her into the well opening. She was able to keep your weight and with habitual movements has put you back on:
- Are you still drunk now? What is on your face? Was lying around  in some shit. You smell like a cave troll. Wash yourself right now!
Indeed, a rinse would not hurt. You pretended to obediently follow her instructions.
- What a fucking way to get drunk! - she continued, - What were you doing there that you fucking lost your sock while drinking?!
She pulled a red sock from her belt and waved it menacingly.
- And these socks, by the way, I knitted for you! - she slapped you with it, then threw the sock in your hands, - Well, at least Olin noticed it, picked it up and brought it to me. Lord Armok, it’s good that you, though drunk, were smart enough to find a way here before the goblins were let in.
- So we ... me and you in the Miners Republic?”
- Well, of course we are, where else? I was appointed as a cook, Olin helped. And we made you woodburner. Well, of course, a miner to, do you remember this? Olin barely persuaded the authorities.
- The authorities? I thought you ... we have no authorities.
Sedil waved her hand:
- Well, yes, yes, you can’t say that. Olin persuaded Kurel... I don’t remember the last name, so that he would make a small indulgence for you and me. But with the condition that you reprofile. Labor as Therapy.
- More like Rape, - you turned dark, - Waving a pick...
- And sometimes burning some wppd. Well, all better than staying upstairs and being killed by goblins.
- And where ... where do we live here?
- Well, nowhere. The rooms are still being excavated. Eh ... I remember our previous nest ... with a snail on the wall.
- With a snail? But what about the Bomul "Wooden Stick" Sholil, proudly heaving the Dongitestil?
Wife smiled:
- This room is just of the same Olin Adagfeb. He is our floormate.
- How do you know that? - You squinted. - Did you go inside his room?
- I ... I ... in the hallway, a statue stands near the door! Statue of Bomul Sholil. What are you trying to say?
You put your hands on your hips:
- Why is this Olin so kind to you? He even talked with Kurel, so that you could be taken to Republic.
- He took you too, blockhead! Here's a good dwarf. And he doesn’t drink by the way!
You tried to calm down to change the subject:
- I saw him here - full armor, axe. Who is he - the sheriff?
- Nowhere near, - she said, - A sheriff is a noble. And you know dealing with nobles. He is serving in the militia.
- Militia then.
- Well, yes, they often get sent to caverns to fight off all sorts of shit. Over the week, he had already went there four times.
Your stomach rumbled and you realized that you had vomited all its contents in a locked room.

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Does this story have any followers? Sort of quiet lately.

[CountAlex]

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put on a second sock/ PUT IT NOW! Maybe it'ss part of the set and we'll get +5 to Dwarven autism?
Draw attention to the fact that our "wifu" knows about the engraving on the wall of Olin's room!
Share your new intimate feature with your wife: show off your mushroom!
Start asking about the hospital. Where there is hospital, there is soap.
It would be nice to meet this Olin and talk with him.



You immediately put on your red sock and felt a rush of good warm thoughts. Socks knitted by the caring hands of your wife, even though stranger, filled your entire dwarven autistic nature with peace and bliss. A set of socks gave you +100 equanimity. Now the tantrum wouldn't threaten you again while you use the set.
However, you thought some of what this supposedly "wife" had said was suspicious.
- So how do you know about the engraving in Olin’s room?
- Are you stupid? - She flashed her eyes. - I said - a statue. I have not been to his room. But where YOU have been hanging around for a week is another question. By the way, I will ask all the local women! If I find out that you got drunk fucking around ...
Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of that imprudent intercourse with the elvess.
- There was nothing, - you quickly fell off, but the arising image of a naked body made your mushroom swell.
Wife saw a moving lump under a hat and rounded her eyes:
- Likot, what is that!?
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You carefully pulled off the cap and bashfully presented the fruit of sin, evidence of treason, an organ caressed by another woman, which all men think with instead of the head.
Sedil stared at the mushroom:
- Is it a parasite? Carefully ... Let me swat him.
She swung, but you jumped to the side:
- No no! Better to let the doctor! You can’t touch it yourself. Is there supposed to be a doctor? Who will treat  Olin when he is torn to pieces in caves? What about soap for the hospital? How to live without soap at all?
- Quiet, quiet ... quietly! - wife hissed, looking around, - You want us to "get it"? You don’t blurp about the soap yet. Now, when they themselves will understand that there is no way without it, then we’ll remind that you are the honored soap maker of Assarotung. You had a strange mood and the reward double bed. Surely this Kurel thought that in his Republic of ideological miners there should be dwarves capable something else but digging.
You pulled the cap back:
- There are also soldiers like Olin. Where can I find him by the way? I want to talk to him like a man.
Sedil straightened up and was silent for a second:
- Likot, understand - when you are secretly consecrated into the terrifying details of the upcoming coup and offered to choose the side of the survivors - you will go to great lengths just to save the life of not only yourself ... but also your husband.

Edited as close as possible to keep the spirit of the original post. Basically that out-of-place piece is like almost any gaming video of russian youtube.

[CountAlex]

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I request hugs and not harming her feelings anymore
Let's try being friendly!
Sober dwarf is susoicious/ I double that soberity is weird
What if it was LIKOT who forgot the spoon there in the room? Rather, he did end up waking in that room
Let's go eat and drink already
Find and learn fortress layout. Eat, drink. Find out if we have friends here.



You felt ashamed in front of your wife and you decided to hug her. Sedil took your touch with gratitude, putting her hand over yours. This touch has made a hole in your worldview - you suddenly felt the burden of a common past with this woman, many years of living together, seeking compromises on all kinds of problems... You did not remember anything specific, rather the feeling that it was so. And only one thing still bothered you:
- How comes Olin doesn't drink? Going against the system?
Sedil startled:
- God ... what do you even talk about about him? He drinks ... just not so often. And not so much. Не knows the limits. Soldier, after all.
SUDDENLY a memory pierced your mind. The phrase “know the limits” has reflected in memory with the same phrase from Olin’s mouth:
- You need to know the limits, - Olin muttered, carrying you drunk on his shoulder, why does she love you at all? But it doesn’t matter - the goblins will soon solve our little problem. She asked me to look after you. Oh, I will look. Lie down here. Likot ... LIKOT! Lock the door with a deadbolt. They might find you during the final round...
You let Sedil go and stared at the wall.
- I'm going to eat something.
- Yes, of course, go, - she turned, - I have cooked a lot. Plump helmet jelly, plump helmet stew, casserole... with plump helmet.
You nodded and went to eat, repeating that memory in your head.

[onciblu]

looks like some images from previous pages are broken, do you mind if i rehost then on imgur?

[CountAlex]

looks like some images from previous pages are broken, do you mind if i rehost then on imgur?

Oh yeah, go ahead! I've seen some of them but it seems fellas who posted them are long inactive mostly. If you need any of the images, I have almost complete archive of older threads.
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Go negotiate the restoration of soap-maker position
let's rush to the floor where the soap workshop was located



Having eaten, you decided to visit the floor where the soap workshop was located. I remember As you recall it was in a working quarter not far from your bedroom. There was an ingenious mechanism that unlocked the doors...
Going out onto the central flight of stairs, you found a ruined staircase. Damn! How did you forget about this? You were here a week ago when you just woke up in your (not your) room. The hatch above remained open, but there was no way to go up.