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The peasant dwarf II?
The original plan was to help out in the peasant-dwarf thread but it turned into this instead.
the peasant dwarf > http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=117972.0

As for the story itself it'll work simillarly to the Peasant dwarf even though since it's me there'll be no limitaions considering gore, sex, drugs and you know that kinda stuff.
The (at the moment unnamedNerin) main-character loses his mind early on in the story resulting in that any suggestions for the next chapter will be taken into consideration. For an example something like throwing your excrements at the mayor is just as acceptble as engaging in a political discussion with him.
If there are more then one suggestion I'll make an effort to try and combine them.
^^^ This has pretty much been replaced by voting^^^

Well then, I'd appreciate any sort of input really, doesn't have to be a suggestion for the next turn but could be something related to the general story-line or just a short word so that I know if someone's reading .

(I'm kinda new to drawing but I'll try to make up for it with quantity )

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World map+history
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg5063152#msg5063152

Aight-


Intro
(a metric shit-ton of useless fluff)

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Growing I was always a lazy child. I guess most kids are lazy but I was particularly apathetic, spending entire days in the hay daydreaming. One could say I enjoyed my own company and that I had little interest in the lives of other dwarfs. That is not to say that I did not have friends...

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Every hour I didn't spend dosing off in a corner somewhere me and my mates were off making trouble trouble in the neighbourhood. Stealing syrup, painting the cats or fckn with old Urist by taking his clothes while he's bathing. Good times.
But as I said-Most of the time I was one hell of a lazy bastard wasting my time thinking, an activity most of my peers only occasionally indulged in.
I guess it's rare for a dwarf to have such an imagination, most of the older dwarves just frowned at my farfetched ideas and aspirations of grand travels and insane inventions. The only ones who would stay and sit through my long and deluded rants were my friends Ilral II, Urist (no not that Urist) and Mora. Ilral was always bit of a clown but when it came down to it he was a really nice dwarf even though he made fun of me for spacing out from time to time. Only time you saw him without a huge grin was when hes father was ill, I can't remeber what it was but he had some sort of incurable disease slowly rottening away his muscles. The story of young Urist wasn't a pleasant one with abusive fosterparents, a clumsy body and a tendency to get picked on my the other dorfs. But he always kept his hopes high believing in a future where he'd have the power to stand up to any of life's many twists and turns. Finally we got Mora, she often seemed very timid in public but among those she knew she was accually very outspoken and probably the one who understood me best.

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But as they say -all good things come to an end.
As the years passed my friends grew older and without their childish spirit we began drifting apart. I'd say it first started when Ilral's father died(Ilral the first), there was noone else who could take his job and before we knew it he spent most of his days down at the farms with the other potashmakers. Soon after that Urist got recruited by the local militia, I guess he chose that path to fulfill his dreams of protecting the weak.
I often comforted myself with the fact that I still had Mora at my side. But I guess it wasn't the same any more. Before I knew it she left to become a liason, she told me I had to grow up, that we werent kids anymore. I tried to argue about how nothing had changed and how we were free to do as we wanted. But it was no use and deep down I knew she was right...

Me, I never found a job, did manage a wheelbarrow once in a while but even that only occured rarely.
I was forever a peasant dwarf...

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My friends didn't forget about me, even though I was looked down upon by a majority of the people in the fort they still kept inviting me to their feasts.
I don't know why they did it. Guilt? Nostalgia? Or maybe they truly did want me there? I'll never know...
My presence at these gatherings was very modest sometimes I even went unnoticed.
In the beggining I kept coming there to see Mora but after a while an obnoxious feeling errupted within me as I saw here with the other dwarves. I assume it was someting like jealousy or envy. Which was absurd, I had never confronted her in such a way so what reason did I have to hate these other dwarves? On top of all I was a fckn peasant - the joke of the entire fort.
As it only brought me sadness and thoughts of a time that was long gone I quit coming.

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On this one faithful morning I did not wake up to the usual sound from the turkeys gobbling but by a distant bell and the faint words of a dwarf shouting-
Greenskins!!!
It was the first time I had heard the bell but I knew damn well what it meant...goblin invasion
When the bell was rung every ablebodied dwarf was supposed to grab sticks and if possible some sharp object and join up with the military.

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But as I approached the door all my strength dwindled down into nothingness. My hands began shaking and my breath got heavier.
Before I knew it I had locked my door and gone back to bed...
I watched a single drop of sweat slowly make its way down the tip of my nose, soon it had reached the edge and fell towards the sheets below. The moment it hit the bed my ears were pierced by a loud scream...

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For hours I sat there with nothing to keep my mind off the horrors on the other side of the door...
When finally the last scream died down I still heard the tasselin' of goblin feet, the shuffelin' of goblin hands and the muffelin' of goblin tongues. Then it became dead silent, a silence I had never experienced before...such strange silence...as if the mountain itself had died.

I waited, in the dark, in the silence, for Armok knows how long. I slowly opened the door... Glaring at every shadowy corner in the hallway...
But the goblins had left.

The fort I had grown up in and lived my entire life in had been turned into a nightmare in just a moment. Everything Killable had been killed, everything rapeable had been raped and everything lootable had been looted...

I couldn't stay here...I quickly scavanged the scraps and pieces that the goblins had missed and set out on a journey...a journey which would probably be my doom.
On the way out I caught a glimpse of Urist's mutilated body in a puddle blood and shit. I hurried my steps to avoid any more unpleasant surprises...

My destination was the faraway land of Silverdrop the largest and most prosperous dwarven outpost second only by the Mountainhome itself. Silverdrop is accually quite an unfitting name for the fort as they have large quantities of gold ore but not as much as a single silvernugget. It all goes back a couple of centuries to a time when the Gray king ruled, being half human and half dwarf he was twice as greedy as any other king and was always expanding his kingdom by sending out new settlers. One of these attempts to find new riches was sending out three expeditions called golddrop, silverdrop, and copperdrop. Copperdrop and Golddrop no longer exist so I'd say it's safe to assume they found nothing of value at their embark locations. Silverdrop was more commonly called Blackgate.

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The road was long and lonely...
Soon the  bits and pieces of food I'd managed to scrap together began running out... I was forced to hunt for vermin but most of my meals consisted of beets and roots with the rare addition of some earthworms.
Every night I had horrible nightmares, either caused by the terrifying events or by sleeping under the bare sky...

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I don't know for how long I walked... weeks? months? Years?...
The landscape and weather kept changing around me but as I never stayed in the same place I couldn't tell how long time had passed...

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I was used to being alone...
but...
this constant solitude left me with less and less bearings in reality...
Without others to confirm something's existence how can I know it's real?...
How can I know that I am real?...
What if I died as well....

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I finally reached my goal! The black gates of Silverdrop were truly a majestic sight, even though the handiwork seemed a bit crude it made up for it in shear size. I had been in the wilderness for so long that when I heard voices for the first time in Armok knows how long I reacted by quickly hiding behind a rock.
The voices came from a pack of traveling dwarves, obviously peasants looking for works. I was gonna attempt to approach them but my social skills were so rusty that I failed. Instead I watched the gates open, out of them walked an old dwarf followed my a pack of soldiers. I couldn't understand the entire discussion but it seemed as if the peasants were comfronted with some slavelike conditions and then pushed in by the soldiers...
Just as the gates closed I managed to sneak in, I kept following the peasants and the soldiers but I kept my distance...Could still hear them mumbling about how they wish they could just put the migrants in a big death-arena to get rid of a couple fishcleaners...
Soon they reached some sort of a dormitory...

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The entire place was really dirty and nothing like the other hallways we just came through...
-What a fckn disgrace.
The old dwarf turned around!
Shit, why did say it outloud!?
Luckily I managed to hide just before he looked towards my spot.
Then I quickly hid in a room that said out of use.

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Chapter I

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Well, guess I gotta hide in here for a little while. What should I do to pass the time?
Maybe go for a quick nap? haven't slept well since I left home...
Wonder why I have a window? huh...
Perhaps explore the room?
Why am I talking to myself?
Have I really gone mad!?

Chapter II

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The temptation of rest became to great but as I began walking I could hear a faint whispering...
The whisper grew louder as I tread cautiously towards the bed...
Soon it was joined by others, at this point I realised that they weren't real...They came from some dark corner in the depths of my mind...
They screamed orders and demands at me but I tried to ignore it, I even covered my ears which only made it worse as it blocked out the sounds around me leaving me stranded alone with the strange voices...
Some of them were clearly the fruit of my evergrowing insanity, speaking of unimaginable horrors, the most heinous crimes and and one which suggested that it was time for me to go through my final metamorphosis and become a hedgehog...
At the same time there were others which tried to reason with me, speaking of how I should change and how what I should do...
Soon I'd gotten so desperate that I decided to go along with some of the more reasonable tasks.
Maybe that will make them go away?

I reached over towards the chest at the end of the bed... it was clearly locked  but after shaking it- it also appeared to be empty-

I went over and opened the cabinet but it appeared to be empty aswell apart from a moldy lump of syrup rost-

There was a small piece of paper jammed under it though...
A map of some kind...
It was a bit hard to read as someone had spillt wine on it but upon closer inspection it was definitely a map of Blackgate, however it seemed to be severly outdated by more then 50 years-



It was a bit difficult to decipher but...



This is probably my current location

Seems like there is more than one brewery.

Some sort of marketplace?

The chambers of the Aristocrats, you know dukes, barons, highranking military and that kind of dorfs.

Passed by this place on the way...some sort of baracks

Mines n caves by the look of it

The rest remains a mystery...

The voices woke me from my thinking and sent me up to north wall-

Look through the crack in the wall they told me...

Fck, dwarven asscrack!

I have to remember to clog that hole at some point.

I hurried over to the next wall and took a look out the window

Fckn retarded glassdorfs puttin in windows with solid rock walls just an inch away...
On the other hand it might've been some strange mandate.

I picked up the scarf from the floor but it was covered in old snot and blood. The voices however insisted on that I bring it with me.

They said it looked really good on m...well since they're all part of my subconsciousness I guess I thought it looked really good on me...

As the whispers silenced down one by one I felt like I was getting closer and closer to that tempting piece of wood only a peasant could call bed. But just as I lied down I heard a single muttering still trying to order me around.
Apparantly it wanted me to collect the spiderwebs...
uhhm...

I was stuck there for so long that I must have fallen asleep. Next morning I managed to break loose and I had to decide what to do next...

Chapter III

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As a majority of the voices argued over where we should be heading next some had other plans in mind. The strange one whom had earlier got me into all the trouble with the webs told me that I should dye my beard to hide my identity.
I tried to argue that noone knew what I looked like so what's the point of altering my look in such a way?
But it was determined...
I tried to smear of the blood on my beard but it was too dry to stick, the snot on the other hand got stuck in little lumps..

Brilliant -____-'

Anotherone tried to cheer me up by suggesting that I smoked the spare sock...
I was just about to say something when I realised how futile it would be to engage in a discussion about such a subject.

...
If someone saw me now they'd think I was insane. Oh wait...

Chapter IV

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The voices finally seemed to settle for a decision, and hearing how it involved going out hunting for a bar I found it quite agreeable-

But before leaving I was told to leave a parting gift...
After a quick look I could confirm that my neighbour was still sleeping...and not wearing any pants...

I felt a bit guilty after throwing the burning sock in the hole but in the end I guess it couldn't be helped.

After a quick glance on the map I headed north, along the way I noticed quite a few rooms and corridors that weren't marked on the map.
Guess it's a bit outdated a...
!

-Aye dorfy, uve got some'tin in ya beard.
-Uhhm...
After a quick evaluation I deemed him a non-threat, pretty small, kinda old, possibly retarded and didnt seem very suspicious.
I gave him a quick nod and hurried on further ahead.

As the warden's office appeared in front of me I hesitated for a second, after waiting a couple of minutes I decided to sneak past...
Maybe the old dude with guards is the warden? That would...
!
You there! Yea you filthy elflovin piece of shit!
Come over here n I'll cut ya!

Just a few inches away there was a barred room containing three prisoners. The first one was a rough-looking dwarf who continuously spewed out threats and insults. The other was tied up goblin in the back of the cage. And lastly there was something that appeared to an elf of some sort...I'd never seen an elf before...But the crying indicated that I was on the right track.
The elf kept claiming his innocence while the dwarf changed tactic and told me that he wouldnt cut me if I let him out...

I didn't like the situation as I already had troubles up to my ears Perhaps I should move on before things got too complicated.
On the other hand I might be able to get some valueble information out of them...But what if the warden comes back!?
One of the voices went on a rampage, soon it was attempting to make me get into a fight with the cutter-dwarf who insulted my honor...I should hurry up while I'm still in control...
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What should we do? Free them? Fight the dwarf? Keep on moving? Talk?

Chapter V

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A power struggle erupted between the minds within my own, Kill them! Free them! Run away!
But one particular idea managed to overtake the rest, it was a strange and complicated plan involving violence, manipulation and plastic surgery.
I tried to hold back as the prisoners frightened me to no end, but as the weakwilled induvidual that I am I failed all my attempts.
I pulled out the heavy cog-wheel from my back-pack...

and threw it with all my might!

But this is were things didn't really go according to plan...
The attack didn't manage to knock him out...and on top of he went berserk o_o
In all the confusion another voice managed to take command and I began running towards my previous objective.
Behind me I could hear him whaling on the other inmates as they screamed in terror...
uhhm....

I reached the spot where the tavern was supposed to be but...there were only some ordinary living quarters....
!
I heard footsteps coming my way!
They must've been alerted by all the commotion down at the prison...
Due to some quick thinking by one of the vioces I managed to hide in a nearby flowerpot.

-Aye, Lerak? What's a Not-a-dwarf?
-Hell if I kno' n shuddup will ya.
Phew...

Chapter VI

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After a couple of minutes of hiding I had grown quite fond of the pot and felt no desire to leave. However I was once again pested by the strange voices, telling me to do this and that. Soon I'd left my newfound but cozy home and set of on a new adventure, wonder what new insanities they've got for me today...
Breaking in to someone's house? Now that's taking it too far! Smoking socks and throwing stuff at criminals is one thing but...these are regular dwarfs with normal lives!
Why do I even try? I muttered followed by a nervous sighing...
The door wasn't even locked so breaking in turned out to be a big success. Time to sneak...
I managed to finda pair of old loafers with holes in them...
-Put 'em in your bag.
And so I did.
Next up there was a small sack of chestnuts leaned aginst the wall...
-Put 'em in your bag.
And so I did.
There didn't appear to be anything else around light enough to carry...except for a dead moth...
-Put 'em in your bag.
What!? Why?
Just do it!
well...ok...

Suddently out of nowhere one of the voices started ranting about ways to turn my pipe into potential weapons.
I tried to calm it down but it didn't work at all, soon we were caught up in a heated argument about wether a pipe would make sort of an adequate weapon or not.
Before I knew it I stood there screaming insults at myself...
In someone else's house...
Which I was in the process of robbing...
!
Suddently I hear someone faintly calling from the next room-

-Are you trying...trying to rob us?
-Uhhm...

Alright....uhhm...gotta think quick...

Chapter VII

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-Uhmm....no...
-I was....looking for a...uhhm brewery....

-Oh...

*akward silence commences*

-So... I guess this aint the brewery eh?

-No...
-you're probably lookin' for the Brewstery out back...

-Probably...
-Uhhm by the way...You've got a map I could borrow?

-A what?

-Map. Of the fort.

-So you're a migrant...but then you couldve just talked to the people in charge right?

-Uhhm...

-I think you should leave now.
You're lucky my husband aint home.

-Oh, uhhm...thank you...

-Just go through the back door, but if I ever see your dirty face here again I'm calling the guards!

*I hurried through the door at the back of the house.*


I ended up in some sort of courtyard surrounded by walls on all sides, mostly the backs of people's residents. The place was well lit with little round lamps here and there luminating the scene with a warm glow. There was a large sign that said-
                     
the Brewstery
If you die from alcohol poisoning you'll get a discount

The warm air was heavy with the scent of the sweetest dwarven rum, the filling aroma of old bitter ale and maybe a hint of vomit. Old memories of the dwarfs natural state of intoxication filled my body, mind and soul. I could feel my desires even in the tips of my toes.
Before I knew it I was halfrunning towards the light and the sign.

Upon entering the area atleast half a dozen heads turned my way, expressions ranged from indifferece or confusion to genuine joy.


The fat dwarf behind the bar suddently emerges into a jolly laughter followed by a blunt invite.
-Aye! Ye snot-bearded bastard! Get ove'ere n grab yaself a beer for fcks sake! Can't have dorfs standin' round bein' sober up in'ere!
-Can't seey I've seen ya face round these parts befou' matey,  you some sort-o migrant o-what?

...

-Well, guess you be one of 'em shy bastards then. Here let me introduce ya ey!
-Everyone! This is ma' new buddy Snotbeard!
-And me I'd be the one n only Brewster he'self! Legendary drunk, proficient womanizer, famous for wrestlin' wild amimals and last but not least proud owner of the last bastion of hope in this god-forsaken hole.

Suddently the tiny dwarf who were sitting upon another dorfs shoulder spoke up with a squeeky voice.
-Womanizer! pfff... You got as much charm as a goat dipped in heated oil and arguably less charisma! And I feel obligated towards your guest here to shine some light on the whole "wrestling situation", by famous he primarely refers to himself and by "wild animals" he means one pig. Yes, a single one!

-Shaddup Onil! You midget-bastard! You slugfaced piece of shit! Lover of elves and donkeys!You...!
Oh sorry, this is Onil the short-
-the bright*
-as i was sayin' he is so small that he always have this clump of dorf with 'im at all times, guess his tiny little legs can't keep up, hehe.
-Clump of dorfs name is Okod, people think he be a mute but he's accually just really slow.

-This guy ove'ere go b'the name-o Razor! Used to be a pirate but now his a fish-dissector or some-tin stupid like dat.
*he slowly nods*

- And the three ladies ove-there at the table be Esmar, Lora 'n Norede. Esmar's the one with the green shirt, she got a feisty temprament 'n a stabbing arm to match. She's accually not too bad if ya catch her on her good side tho. The one with the stupid grin on her face is Lora, she's a bit crazy but I've heard that she's an excellent mechanic. Last one's Norede, ex-military, kinda depressed and probably quite dangerous.

-Here's your beer b'the-way, first one's on the house ey! hehe. Tell me if ya want anotherone. Another ale'll be 3 bucks, 5 for a bit o rum and sometin' more exotic'll cost ya.

I sat there mesmerized by the dark golden liquid in my cup, the lights aroud me disappeared and only the light reflecting from the drinks surface remained. Soon the voices and the laughes started melting together into some sort of backround noise where no words were distinguishable from eachother. Even the voices in my head went silent, don't know if they did it out of respect for the moment or if I blocked them out like everything else...
I slowly lifted the cup, hands shaking from anticipation, as the liquid poured over my lips there was a few moments of sheer extacy. I had never felt so alive in as long as I could remember, it took a lot of willpower to force myself back into reality.

-Dorf at the back of the table is Merud, been drinking all night so dat he'd get the courage to talk wit'em dwarfettes. People wouldn't believe I'd ever say this but I think he drank a tad too much, hehe.

-Well, what's your story matey? Can't just be me talkin' all day, ey.

First of what story will you tell him?
The truth? Make one up? Say nothing?

And what should you do next?

Chapter VIII

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I began telling the story of how the outpost Rocklod met its demise, about how I was trapped during the invasion and about how the goblins already had left when I finally managed to dig my way out.
At this point Brewster had already gone through half a barrel of ale and began pouring his third mug of rum.
I countinued with attempting to describe the hardships I had experienced during my many days of traveling, Brewster claimed that it was a 2 week trip for a full expedition with packanimals and seemed suprised that I managed the enitire trip on my own. As I got to the part about Blackgate I attempted to withheld some of the information that could some how compromise my current situation.
Brewster seemed to have read my intentions quite accuratly and began talking about the fort while repeadatly spilling his drinks on me.


- Aye, that be the warden ya shaw for shure. Ya now that Shilwerdrop ish quite a shucceshful fort arright? Here ya could make a fortune in a week...if ure the right dorf that ish. The richer thish plashe got the more migrantsh came here lookin' for a better life, and shoon there wash too many of em'  buggersh. At firsht the nobelsh wanted to do like them shouthern dorfsh, jusht shticking all the migrantsh in a hole with goblinsh and wolvesh and all kinda horrible shtuff. The intershting part 'bout the way 'em shoutern dorfsh do thingsh ish that only one of 'em ish allowed to leave, so letsh say theyve killed all the bad shtuff then they gotta kill eachother eh.
* Brewster misses his mouth and pours a mug of ale into his beard*
-Well...then there wash thish other guy who had a better idea, letsh not washte any good dorfsh who can work! or somethin' he shaid. Hish plan wash to have the migrantsh work for free and givin' them a room and a bit-o food in return, in the end he managed to convinshe the othersh. But his plan washnt perfect...pretty shoon some migranth got mad and started a riot. The guy wash killed in the riot...but thish is where shtuff got bad...before anyone coud react the warden had taken over the whole operathion. Shome even claim he shtarted the riot. With the fortsh garde behind him and a noble title he was untouchable, what more ish that he abushed hish military powersh to forbid the dorfsh under his rule from leavin'.
*To add effect to the last statement Brewster slams the table with his halffull mug, filling the air around us with hundreds of tiny ale-drops.*
Realizing his mistake Brewster throws me a handkerchief that that look like it might've been chewed on by a dog or something. He throws it quite poorly and misses by multiple urists.

As I pick it up from the floor I realize that I've been presented with a golden opportunity to clean my beard, as I manage to scrape off the last piece I quickly shoot a quick stare in Brewster's direction. Seems like he didn't notice.
He also appears to have lost all interest in the story as he is now putting together a complicated drink with as much precision as a miner tunneling under magma, many of the bottles contained liquids which I couldn't even identify. One second he is pouring in some milkwhite spirit surrounded by the air of a crisp wintermorning and then the next he's putting a deep brown rum ablaze. While we had been talking it seemed like some people had left the brewery, Onil & Okod were nowhere to be found aswell as Merud ad Lora. Razor had sunken deep into his ale and it was hard to tell if he was sleeping or not. Must be getting late...
I felt tempted to go for another drink but as my funds are quite limited to say the least perhaps I should head back home instead?

Chapter IX

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The voices seem to concur with me on the subject of getting a hold of some more drinks, more precisely buying a round for the remaining dwarves over at the table. Brewster breaks into a big grin as I make the order but while he is off filling up the mugs one of the voices worries about our currency's value. However the payment works just fine except for Brewster managing to drop all of the coins in an overly dramatic fashion. 
I walk over to one of the vacant chairs at the table but as I sit down Esmar stands up and says-

- Ehy Snotbeard, nice to meet-cha but sadly we're leaving right 'bout now. (her voice was quite "raspy")
- Uhmm...hey...why are you leaving? (that wasn't very smooth...)
- Huh? Oh yea, that'd be 'cause I'm all outta coins heh. (seems like we're all poor 'round here...)
- Cmon let me buy you guys a couple of beers then. (either that or I'll have to hang out with the wierd guy at the back.)
- Can't say no if you're gonna be like that heh, right Nor? (phew...)
- Pfff if you say so. I'll get going soon though. (She leaned back and crossed her arms without looking my way)
*I take a chug from my beer and before I know it I'm starting to feel strangly relaxed, guess I've been sober for too long.
-Soooo Snotbeard have'nt seen you 'round 'ere before, new to the pub or the fort?
-Both I guess...
- Don't really recognize that many people 'round here heh, travel a lot you see.
-Liason?
-Nah, nothin' as boring as that heh, some call me a thief, others a mercenary but I like to call myself an adventurer.
-Sounds kinda dangerous...



The discussion went on for quite some time and I managed to salvage some interesting pieces of information.

The military seems to be split up into three major groups, the military commanded by the nobles, the garde and the peasant militia both commanded by the warden. However the wardens rule is overridden by the noble with the title of militia commander during the event of full scale war.

There seemed to be a split amongst the non-military dwarves aswell, Esmar simply explained it as three groups-the nobles, the guild members and the migrants. The rules applying to the different groups were worlds apart, the nobles were completly freed from any physical work and got payed through taxes while the migrants worked for no pay at all. For every kind of labor there was also a guild- a stoneworkers guild, a farmers guild,a woodworkers guild and so forth. However to join either a guild or the actual army one had to be accepted by the guildmaster, this was apparantly quite a challange and it wasn't rare that migrants tried to befriend or even marry guildmembers to get accepted.
Furthermore she explained that most of the people that ended up down at the Brewstery either- did not like the society, wasnt part of the society or had trouble fitting in generally. 

Esmer is just staying at the fort for a couple of weeks before she'll move on again. Norede has apparantly been discharged from the military but the cause is unclear. Noone really knows the guy at the back but he apparantly sells anything.

____

When you finished your drink Norede had already left, but then again she wasnt much of a conversionist anyway.
-Aight, now that there's no more drinks there's no more reason for me to stay heh. Thanks Snotbeard...what's your name btw?
-...


Good question...amongst many other things it was lost as I fell into the pits of insanity...

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Chapter X

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-Uhhmm....my name... ehh...

What was my name...?
Your old name is long lost.
What do you mean?
You now call yourself Nerin, Lord of the Glittering Caves.

-I go by the name of Nerin, Lord of the Glittering Caves!
-Plschh! *Esmar spits out the remainder of her drink*
-What...
-Oh heh, it's just...you didn't really strike me as a Nerin, Lord of the Glittering Caves kinda dwarf...
-Uhhmm....usually just Nerin for short...

What the crap was all that about? Why did you pick such an ambitious name!?
Shut up, it's excellent.

-Heheh, guess you're better off that way.

What now? I've never been good at talking with girls and right now I suffer from a severe case of insanity combined with a long period of complete isolation....
Dude We've got this!

-Nah it's an excellent name and you know what? It doubles as an euphemism.
-...! And it's a euphemism for what exactly?
-Oh, but we barely know eachother!

*mental facepalm* What are you doing!?
Relax, go and get some more beer and while you're up there you might aswell ask the fat guy for a job.
What...

-Are you drunk?
-Of course! I'm a dwarf what'd you expect? Wait here I'll go get another round!
-o____O'

My money!
You greedy bastard, what's the point of money if you are not going to use it?
uhhm...but...
Shut up!

-Hey Brewster...another round please.
-Aye ya lil' bastard, commin' right up!  But wait com'n taste thish first, it'sh my latesht experiment!
*I grab the cup and watch it's content anxiously...*

I take a sip but I'm instantly about to throw up, I can't tell if it's the taste or the sheer amount of alcohol. The texture was extremely strange aswell, one could descibe it as a mix between a syrup stew and a raw egg.
Luckily I manage to hide my disgust and when Brewster asks for my opinion I burst out something about it being okay but a bit rough.
-Ahhh well Shnotbeard my friend I guesshh you're jusht too much of a lightweight to really appreciate the raw tashte of the Monarch Butterfly!
-It's actually Nerin...Lord of....sigh...Lord of the Glittering Caves.
-Bwahahaha, what a name ey!
-Yes, yes but...I'm kind of looking for work at the moment...and I thought maybe I could work here?
-What!? Trying to take my job are we now?
-No not at all! I was thinking more of a...uhhm
What's the plan here?
Barmaid.
-a uhhm...barmaid?
-Bwahahaha, you're a funny one Shnotbeard but unfortunatly you do not really have the titsh for the job.
-Oh...I'm sorry...
-Cmon matey, what'sh up with that shad face o-yours? Lishten here, maybe ya could come 'round later thish week and do shome cleanin' or shomtin'? That ish of courshe if I manage to remember it.
-I won't disappoint.
*Grab the beer and get over to the table*

That was a complete failure!
No...just a little bit...
You're making me look like a fool in front of everyone! Bar-maid!? Why!?
Now you're just overreacting, drink your beer and you'll feel better.
 
I still felt a bit akward just sitting there talking especially considering the fact that I had to rely on the stupid voices to come up with dialogue. But it accually got easier as we got drunker and after a while she was even laughing at the horrible jokes, before I knew it she began telling tales of her travels as an "adventurer". Most of them took place at the coast next to the Red isles but some went as far as to the Frozen hills of the south. Some of the stories were quite thrilling involving things like goblin ambushes or carps and they were generally centered around a pack of four dwarves. They choose a destination but no goal and then attempt to gather as many riches as possible along the way, sometimes it was accually quite heroic stuff-saving towns and such but generally they'd just rob some poor elves of all their belongings.

Chapter XI

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Hmm...At this point I've completly left the talking to the voices, there wasn't really any point to try and keep up. With my mind caught in a drunken haze I slowly drift away...many questions come to me but few awnsers...
What are these voices? Repressed aspects of my personality? Some strange magic? I really am insane...
What am I doing here in this fort where I know noone and where I can't seem to walk a single urist before getting into trouble?
Am I drinking beer or ale? I don't know anymore!
I better check on what kind of trouble the voices are getting me into now...

-...and that'sh how I firsht met Likot and Ray heh.
-What fckn coincidence eh?
-Yea heh...guessh I got a bit lucky there. hick
-I forgot to ask earlier where do you live?
-What heh...you can't just go up to a lady ask 'er where she live. hick. That'sh a bit cheeky even for you
-Oh no don't get me wrong! A gentledwarf like m'self wouldn't have such vulgar intentions. I merely assumed that you were in a state in which you'd have trouble gettting home on your own.
-Hehheh, well thing ish that I don't really have a place here, you know with the traveling and all that. Don't really like getting stuck in one place...
-And ya call ya'self a dwarf!
-...I'm jusht shtaying at Lora'sh place for the time bein' heh.
-Well let's get going then!

As I leave Brewster looks in my direction and makes a wierd face...I assume he tried to wink at me but...

What are you guys up to!?
Don't worry all the time.
You're putting me in a very troublesome situation here...
We're getting real tired of your complaining.
But...

Lora's residence was located at the north-west corner of the market, apparantly the map didn't include any personal rooms.
-G'night Glittering Cave...-whatever. hick
-Oh yea just one more thing...
-Huh?
-The thing is...I don't really have a place to stay at the moment...so...
-I'm sorry but ya know this aint my place heh.
-Don't worry I don't mind sharin' a bed!
What!
-What!
-
-Hahhahhehehe, feel at home heh.

What the fuck! For the love of Armok what are you doing!
Yes?
You can't just...
Have fun? Attempt to do useful things? What was so great about your previous life huh? You did nothing! You were the biggest nobody to ever walk on dwarven soil! Be grateful that we're helping you get on track here.
But...but...I'm not that comfortable around girls...
...Dude, get your act together!

At this point things got painfully embarrassing, not only was my "performace" lacking at best but I was continuously tormented by the comments of the voices. Really the only redeeming factor was the fact all of the "participants" were exceedingly intoxicated.
But it got better as we switched positions, with her on top my impression on the whole deal changed immensely.

I guess being crazy isn't as bad as it seems huh...

Next morning I was thrown out onto the street by a very hungover Esmar whom just moments ago had been attempting to explain to Nora why she brought home "Snotbeard". Guess that's what Brewster meant by her being a tad unpredictable...

My mind is still bit of a blur...How many coins do I have left?
Where should I go now...?

Chapter XII

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You should go and earn a few bucks.
...How? *slowly rubbing my eyes*
Go and clean a fish or something!
What...where?
Just ask someone!
*I make my way back to the bar*
However as I arrive I'm met by handmade sign.

-Carp!
He's still sleeping...got any other bright ideas?
If you had a better map you wouldn't have to ask for directions.
Sigh...and where do you propose I get one of them from?
...dunno.
I think th...!

-MYYYYYYY goooooooooooooooooosssssssseeeeeeeeee!
-Berserker!
-Come back here!
o_____O'

Chapter XIII

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As I try to cover in fear from the crazed dwarf running towards me I suddently lose control, for just a moment my body moves on its own. The movement might have been quick but it had certainly made some impact on the situation. One leg meets another and before one could blink there was an angry dwarf sliding facedown across the hard floor, he slides through the corridor with impressing velocity and to make the scene even more bizarre his path was quickly filled with light feathers slowly falling like snowflakes. However I did not see them fall very far because just a split second after my quick action I catch another movement in the corner of my eye.
I begin to turn around but...

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.
.
As I open my eyes again I'm all alone in a nicely furnished room...
The hospital? no....Doesn't look like a hospital...No staff... no supplies...not even any of that wierd stuff...uhhm...what was it again...uhh..Soap!
I try to sit up but my head hurts, I check for wounds but its all bandaged up. How long have I been out...? I'm really hungry which could indicate that it's been quite a while...but then again I hadn't eaten for a long time before that either...
Maybe I should just go back to sleep and see what comes up? Or should I go investigate? My head still hurts though...

Chapter XIV

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My mind was clouded by the ringing headache and as I tried to go back to sleep I heard something strange...I looked around me but I was stil alone? Was it the voices? Yea...but this was different...
Suddently like multiple streams of voices flushed over me like a tidal wave, their unorganized babbeling hurt my already sore head. It got worse and worse and before I knew it they were screaming strange words that echoed inside my skull. One claimed that the other dwarves were out to murder me and something about me being a prophet. Amongs all the strange words I managed to make out the wierd paranoid one, it had begun a long speech about a god in a dress. It became too much and I started hitting my head aginst the wall to block out the sound.
*I hear a scraping sound behind me*
I turn around and see the stonedoor slowly opening, somehow the voices settled and I could finally breath out...but...Who was coming?

The guy who hit me!?
-Hey...I'm sorry...
-Where am I?
-...oh...uhhm...my place.
-...
-You're not hurt!?
-Still breathin' eh...
-...good.

Nerin this guys is just as bad as you when it comes to talking.
Sigh...perhaps.
We're....I mean you're hungry! Ask for some food.
I can't just ask people for food...
This guy just hit you in the face! He owe you at least that much!
...I guess.

-I'm kinda hungry though.
-...oh...uhmm...yes...eh...my wife is making dinner...so...so will you join us?
-Thank you.
-Oh...it's the...uhhm...least I could do...because...you know...
*I nod*
...I'll come get you later
*He slowly walked out the door seeming a bit embarassed.*

Chapter XV

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After I had been left alone once again one of my more peculiar advisors suggested that I'd go look for a sock. It took me quite a while but in the end I managed to find an old sock lying under a pile of used clothes. Once I had completed my first task I was forced to once again smoke a sock...someone else's old sock...
Luckily the dwarf in white called for me at the last second, however I was told to bring the sock with me for later use...

I was surprised as the hallway outside of my door led to the top of a couple stairs since two-floor houses were rare for dwarves...at least where I came from. I followed the sound of a roaring fire and arrived in some sort of a kitchen, once again I was surprised as most dwarven meals are eaten in public dining halls. Safe to say that this guy wasn't a peasant but the lack of gold and gems had me thinking that he probably wasnt a noble either.
The area was roomy yet rustic, built from a mix of materials amongst which I could identify wood, clay, and multiple kinds of rock. I look over at the dining table and to my great joy it's packed to the brim, however at second glance I realise that many of the things on the table werent food but spices, pastes and cutlery. But there was still a thick smell of homecooked food lingering around the kitchen, as I take a step in I see a dwarf infront of a large pot whom I presume would be the guy's wife. She was very tall for a dwarf much like her husband and even though I rarely think much of my height I couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy amongst those two.

After some brief introductions I learnt that the big dwarf's name was Gulog and that he was a miller of some sort.
As I sat down at the table his wife asked me if I wanted some kitten lard in my porridge, an invitation which I gladly accepted.
I spent a couple of minuites trying to get some useful information out of the guy but he didn't really manage to catch my drift...
Well, it didn't take long before I was presented with some steaming hot food and a cup of plump wine. When I for a moment didn't stuff my face full with clumps of unidentifyable food combinations I tried to get a discussion going again. Gulog still seemed to have some problems but his wife eagerly began a conversation, her speech was colored by some sort of intellectual superiority concealed by false modesty.

She apparantly knew about the guild system quite indepth, Gulog for one worked in the farmers guild which was kind of an "umbrella guild" for most of the food related things.

The main question is...how much of my current situation do I wish to tell them about? I pobably can't keep up the conversation without explaining my position at some point, but then again I could lie? On the other hand there might not even be a problem at all...

Chapter XVI (skippable)

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The wall of text.
She didn't ask it straight out as she explained but she had started giving me hints that I should somehow explain my situation. Naturally I told them about my current situation and the events that had lead up to it, slightly flavored by the voices to make Nerin, lord of the glittering caves seem a bit grander then what he really was.
Gulog's wife seemed a bit concerned after hearing how I went from an outpostleader to a lowly peasant while Gulog himself seemed really impressed by my "previous social status". Well, apparantly I've ended up in bit of a strange position here. Since I'm of course not really a noble I have no place there, I've never even been in touch with any of the guilds which pretty much what appeares to be the only to get a steady income. Migrants are generally picked up by the warden as soon as they set foot on Black gate territory, they are at least on paper free to leave whenever they want unless they sign up to a position under the warden in return for free food and housing. For some such as beggers and peasants this might very well be considered quite a beneficial deal. The problem is that all the regular migrants- Gem setters, Potash makers, Wax workers and so on are forced to choose between starvation and a life borderline enslavement.
-Hmm...seems a bit harsh eh? So either you got to know people or you end up getting stuck here working for free?

*She pushes her eyebrows together and thinks intensely for a brief second.*
When the moment of what would've been complete silence if it were'nt for Gulog's slurping had ended she continued talking, this time her speech was a bit slower or...more restrained as if she tasted every word for as long as possible before uttering it.
She claimed that there were two exceptions to my earlier statement. The first one was to get a document from the Mountainhome stating that your migration had been varified by the king("The dwarven king" and not one of the many outpost mayors) or a majority of the counsellors. The other one was to simply provide something that the fort doesn't already have or to fill a vacant spot in the social system. This was accually not simple at all due to the fact that not only would you have to compete with hundreds of other dwarves but also had the warden relentlessly shutting down any business that might in any way damage his ways. The reason to why people have decided to look the other way is simply because a sideeffect of this neverending powerhunt is an slmost complete cleasing of crime. Not even the children dare steal as they have seen what the warden's hammerer is willing to do.
-Carp...
-Then what was all that 'bout with the berserker and the goose?

*Suddently Gulog who's been quiet for quite some time shines up*
He explains how one of the migrants went berserk, for some reason he just couldn't take it anymore and during his five minutes of fame he had managed to punch a pregnant dwarf in the face, push a good dozen wine barrels down the central stairway and steal McJerut's goose. After the failure on his part related to my brave initiation he had carried me home to fix me up. I guess the reason I didn't end up in a hospital is because he might've been scared that I'd accuse him of something.

Dinner's been eaten, what now? Keep talking? Leave? Anything?

Chapter XVII

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After the explanation my situation felt more hopeless then ever...
Does it mean that I'm doomed to one day surrender and accept the terms of the warden? Or should I leave while I still can?
But the voices had another plan in mind. They wanted me to extend the use of my "lost fort leader roll" and look up the mayor to inform him of Rocklod's demise. It was a risky plan( I knew very little of the nobles) so I had to prepare some sort of disguise...however my funds were limited to say the least.
As I took my leave I asked Gulog for some dye, he looked strangly at me for a moment only to leave for a few seconds. When he returned he gave me a small pouch filled with a deep red coloured powder, he also threw me a bag of flour and mumbled something 'bout how I "hit my head while falling down some stairs".

Under the instructions of the paranoid voice I tried my best to alter my appearance, rearanged my hair, dyed it red tried to dye it red, attempted to pull my beard through the earring but as it didn't fit I had to go for some strange hybrid and then finally I tied my old traveling coat around my waist.


Then I headed off towards the nobles quarters, I didn't know exactly where it was but the map gave me a rough idea. The streets were very crowded so getting anywhere involved a lot of pushing and shoving. But as I got closer to my destination the masses began thinning out slightly, suddently it was all quiet but for a hauler moving a quirking wheelbarrow filled with expensive drinks. The room I had entered had impressivly high ceiling, streching perhaps three or four stories up into the air. In the center of the room stood a massive staue, it portrayed a warrior of some sort...wierd part is that it didn't look very dwarven.

Rocklod- the fort where I came from- wasn't a wealthy fort by any strech of the imagination, all the noble titles we had was only there for show. Our mayor did as much hauling as the next dawrf and you could often see the bookkeeper working out on the fields. The world I had now been thrown into was beyond my imagination. I had never felt so out of place, every single dwarf was covered in expensive silk and many carried their wheight in gold and prescious stones.

 I felt the sweat dripping down my back... Everyone gave me such dismissive stares.... I...I don't know if I can do this...

Chapter XVIII

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What am I doing here? In clean halls filled with goldstudded furniture, amongst soapsmelling dwarves covered in outworldly jewelry, hearing their affected laughs around me...
But what am I really?
A peasant...A filthy peasant...An insane filty peasant....
I can't stay here....

Suddently the paranoid one spoke up.
Nerin, you should realize our power over you. This is not a descision I agree with, but the court's descisions will not be ignored. I swear to you: if you do not comply, we will make you eat your own feces for the rest of your life.

You can't...you...
What has my life become...

But the paranoid was not alone.
Nerin, of all the people in your fort, you were the only one who managed to survive till the end, even goblins couldn't get you. You made a trip here to this place that even a group of seven dwarves with full provisions would have a hard time doing. Talking to simple nobles (who from how things look, they have never touched a wheelbarrow in their lives much less survived a goblin attack) is nothing compared to what you've managed to accomplish so far.

I realised that not only did I not have a choice but maybe...just maybe...it could work.
No turning back now, I swallowed my doubts and mustered up what little courage I had left in me.

But I only managed to walk a few steps before a young dwarf approached me, he was wearing a somewhat obnoxious attire and a stupid smile to match it. Everyting looked very expensive and pompous but was horribly ill-fit. In his trail was a old dirty dwarf that seemed even more out of place then me.
-Hey, peasant!
-...
-Awnser me, peasant!
-Who the f'ck would you be?
-Excuse me!?
-...
-Scampers hit it!

What!? Are they gonna fight me!? wait.... what...

The old dirty dwarf named someting like scampers suddently burst out into song-

Tis' the story 'bout
A vice-count so proud 'n stout
Tis' the story 'bout
The guy who make the ladies scream n shout
They call him vice-count -tshhh
All the girls he sieze' with ease' before he leaves'
They call- call- call him vice-count cooool

No trix no fix he's everywhere'
all the way from Blackgate, Verengard to Nulcastair'
But beware he fights like noone else'
Doesnt matter if you're dwarven, human or an elf'
When he's around you gotta' watch ur'self!
And you wouldn't believe his fame'
Noone in the kingdom doesn't know his name'

Listen up you fooooool'
now you know story 'bout Ironion- wait I meant vice-count coooool'
 
-Oh, Scampers you blew my cover, said Ironion with a big grin.

I just stood there slightly impressed by scampers preformance but mostly disgusted by the horrible song....

-The real question here peasant is-Who the f*ck are you? wait no....that doesnt matter....Why aren't you working?
-Ah I came here to talk to the mayor, you see I'm the last survivor of Rocklod.
-...so...You're basically running from the warden?

-Nooo...
-Hah, just remember this- It's not the warden you should watch out for it's the mayors advisor.
-Never even heard of the dorf.

*Ironion's grin widened and he gave me a gruesome stare*
-Few people know him and even fewer would ever want to meet him, it is said that he is a ruthless bastard and that he may slay a fellow dwarf without hesitation. The legend even claims that can rip out the very souls of his victims *makes a spooky noise*
I've never seen him but they say that one of his arms is as black as the darkest winter night and that his mind is yet darker. tooooo spooooooky...
o_____O'
Uhmm I think I'll leave this nuthead...right guys?
Put him on fire and wipe your back-sweat on him!
No.....just no....

Chapter XIX

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-I got no time for this, I am Nerin LORD OF THE GLITTERING CAVES!
-What...
-You are no more then a speck of dust at my feet, an insect, a worm! You might not comprehend my divine authority but you shall taste my wrath!
*At this point one of the voices tried to wip out my cock, needless to say I managed to stop it. However it took an surprising amount of effort*
-I didn't do anything!...And my dad could kick your ass.

Before even letting him finsish his sentence I turned my back on him and continued onwards into the depths of the fort. Besides the obvious differences between nobles and mere workers there was another major divergence, all the scranty soldiers armed only with an old copper sword and a buckler had been replaced by hoardes of battlehardened veterans. Upon reaching the mayors chamber I was searched by atleast half a dozen dwarves, most seemed confused by the contents of my backpack...
 
The room was of truly epic proportions, it might have been my imagination but I don't even think that one could see the back wall. But I guess the actual reason to why it was so hard to focus on trivial things such as the size would be the vast amount of gold lying there in piles taller then many trees. Well, to call it a pile would be bit of an understatement as it literary looked like a landscape of golden hills. I don't share this strong feeling of greed that I've seen in the hearts of so many dwarves but even I felt something aching inside me as I viewed the neverending sea of gold. The room was very dark but for a small lamp standing upon a stone desk of meager quality. The table seemed like an oasis of modesty in a desert of excessive wealth, the lamp intrigued me just as much but not because it was ordinairy in any way but because I'd never seen a lamp before. It burned bright just like a torch but no smoke left it's flame, I guess it's some human invention or something wierd made by the elves.
At the table sat a lone dwarf. He was very short even by dwarven standard, somehow his lack of height accually made him even more intimidating. Suddently he looked up at me with sunken, dark eyes. 

Our eyes met and we stared at each other in silence, I guess he was probably evaluating me while I simply didn't know what to say.
-Uhhm...I am Nerin...lord of the glittering caves.
-State your purpose.
-I...hnngg... I am the leader...as well as...the last survivor of Rocklod.
-So you are telling me that something happned to the outpost?
-We...we're ambushed by....uhmm...goblins.
-Well, well never really liked that dirty hole anyway.
-Huh?
-Do I have to repeat myself?
-You can't....can't say that! I'm the leader of Rocklod!
-Was*.
-I demand a band of six ablebodied dwarves to reclaim my home!
-No.
-The King wouldn't take it very well if he'd knew that, a legitimate noble, in his hour of need, carrying important news for the mountain home, has been mistreated by a pompous fool!

*The mayor suddently went quiet for a moment but when he spoke up once again he seemed slightly amused*
-Well, can you somehow validate your story, I would very much like to believe you but as a leader you cannot be so naive.

He knows we're lying!
Keep calm Nerin.
But...but...
Nerin, you should talk and act like the noble you are! not a spineless peasant! you were a lazy bastard all your life, have the other nobles take a look at your hands, are those the work-weary hands of a peasant? No! Muster all the security you have, look him in the eyes, and threaten the damn fool!

-Then tell me Mayor does these hands look like the hands of a common peasant!? Change your attitude this very second or the king will be hearing about this!
*The mayor gives a slow applause*
-What is that supposed to mean?
-Nothing, you're a very convincing dwarf Nerin.
-So?
-But.
-I'm warning you!
-You seem very young to be Rolof Gravevictor.
-Uh...

Carp! He knew the old dorfs name!
Nerin.
He has just been fckn with me all this time, he must've known from the start!
Nerin!
This...This is...
Nerin!
What!?
Leave fast.

-Uhmm I am...Rolof's son.
-I don't think so.
-I'll get going now, don't worry.

-You there!-He calls out to the dwarves at the door- Would you show this little lord the way out perhaps? And you, could you go and get Tenebrosus?
One of the guards pulls me out while the other one hurries off to some unknown location.

Oh well...That was bit of a failure.
Nah, bad luck mate.
So you say.
Well, how could we know that he knew the old guy.
It was a shitty plan to begin with.
You lazy bastard, you don't want to do anything!
Maybe! but at least then I don't end up fckn things up.
No pain no gain loser.
You guys suck. Why did I have to go insane...sigh
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Guys?
.
.
.
Did I regain my sanity!?
Shhh
No...I guess not
Shut up.
What?
Listen.
...I don't hear anything.
Exactly.
Where are everyone?
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Nerin run.

Chapter XX

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http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=122065.msg4044315#msg4044315

Chapter XXI

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Chapter XXII

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Chapter XXIII

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Chapter XXIV

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Chapter XXV

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Chapter XXVI

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Chapter XXVII

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Chapter XXVIII

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Chapter XXIX

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Chapter XXX

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Chapter XXXI

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Chapter XXXII

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Chapter XXXIII

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Chapter XXXIV

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Chapter XXXV

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Chapter XXXVI

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Chapter XXXVII

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Chapter XXXVIII (guest artist)

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Chapter XXXIX

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Chapter XL

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Chapter XLI

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Chapter XLII

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Chapter XLIII

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Chapter XLIV

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Chapter XLV

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Chapter XLVI

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Chapter XLVII

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Chapter XLVIII

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Chapter XLIX

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Chapter L

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Chapter LI

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Chapter LII

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Chapter LIII

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Chapter LIV

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Chapter LV

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Chapter LVI

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Chapter LVII

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Chapter LVIII

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Chapter LIX

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Chapter LX

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Chapter LXI

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Chapter LXII

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Chapter LXIII

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Chapter LXIV

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Chapter LXV

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Chapter LXVI

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Chapter LXVII

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Chapter LXVIII

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Chapter LXIX

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Chapter LXX

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Chapter LXXI

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[Ultimuh]

I'll be posting to keep an eye on this thing.

[xominxac]

Hmm, PTW. Wonder who lived in that room before he moved in?

[AfellowDwarf]

I'll see how this turns out.

So, do we post suggestions now?

[gman8181]

Nice, it'll be fun to have another thread similar to the peasant dwarf and despite what you say about being new at drawing, I think everything looks pretty good.

[Tevish Szat]

Adventure game senses tingling!

> Look Wall
> Look Bed
> Look Cabinet
> Look Chest
> Open the Chest
> Open the Cabinet
> Get all
> Look Window

[gman8181]

Adventure game senses tingling!

> Look Wall
> Look Bed
> Look Cabinet
> Look Chest
> Open the Chest
> Open the Cabinet
> Get all
> Look Window

+1
Also grab the scarf and wear it so that it partially covers our face.

[AfellowDwarf]

So it's suggestion time eh?
Well, let's check what we've taken with us first. Can we get through the crack on the right wall? Is that a cave spider web on the top left corner? If there is dirt on the outside of our room, is it enough to make a farm plot on?

[xominxac]

Adventure game senses tingling!

> Look Wall
> Look Bed
> Look Cabinet
> Look Chest
> Open the Chest
> Open the Cabinet
> Get all
> Look Window

+1
Also grab the scarf and wear it so that it partially covers our face.

I cant wait till that search function has an actual purpose in adventure mode.

[gman8181]

Heh yeah.

Oh, let's also look out the window... just imagine what wonders could possibly lurk on the other side.

[AfellowDwarf]

Oh, let's also look out the window... just imagine what wonders could possibly lurk on the other side.

Check what kind of window it is, too. We should consider deconstructing it and taking the components with us.

We should also talk to ourselves while searching and such, to get our social skills up.

Edit: Depending on our room's value, we could place our bag down as a container to increase our happiness.

Edit2: If we can't find anything usefull, we should see if we can deconstruct the floor. If we can't break the west wall, we should smooth it.

[anthony62490]

Wow, this is quite a bit darker than Brewster's story... 

[AfellowDwarf]

Wow, this is quite a bit darker than Brewster's story... 

Hmm, you're kinda right. We need some light, may I suggest stealing another dwarf's bed and putting the cheapest one on fire?

[slowpokez]

The temptation of rest became too great but as I began walking I could hear a faint whispering...
The whisper grew louder as I tread cautiously towards the bed...
Soon it was joined by others, at this point I realised that they weren't real...They came from some dark corner in the depths of my mind...
They screamed orders and demands at me but I tried to ignore it, I even covered my ears which only made it worse as it blocked out the sounds around me leaving me stranded alone with the strange voices...
Some of them were clearly the fruit of my evergrowing insanity, speaking of unimaginable horrors, the most heinous crimes and and one which suggested that it was time for me to go through my final metamorphosis and become a hedgehog...
At the same time there were others which tried to reason with me, speaking of how I should change and how what I should do...
Soon I'd gotten so desperate that I decided to go along with some of the more reasonable tasks.
Maybe that will make them go away?

I reached over towards the chest at the end of the bed... it was clearly locked  but after shaking it- it also appeared to be empty-

I went over and opened the cabinet but it appeared to be empty aswell apart from a moldy lump of syrup rost-

There was a small piece of paper jammed under it though...
A map of some kind...
It was a bit hard to read as someone had spillt wine on it but upon closer inspection it was definitely a map of Blackgate, however it seemed to be severly outdated by more then 50 years-

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It was a bit difficult to decipher but...

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This is probably my current location

Seems like there is more than one brewery.

Some sort of marketplace?

The chambers of the Aristocrats, you know dukes, barons, highranking military and that kind of dorfs.

Passed by this place on the way...some sort of baracks

Mines n caves by the look of it

The rest remains a mystery...

The voices woke me from my thinking and sent me up to north wall-

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Look through the crack in the wall they told me...

Fck, dwarven asscrack!

I have to remember to clog that hole at some point.

I hurried over to the next wall and took a look out the window

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Fckn retarded glassdorfs puttin in windows with solid rock walls just an inch away...
On the other hand it might've been some strange mandate.

I picked up the scarf from the floor but it was covered in old snot and blood. The voices however insisted on that I bring it with me.

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They said it looked really good on m...well since they're all part of my subconsciousness I guess I thought it looked really good on me...

As the whispers silenced down one by one I felt like I was getting closer and closer to that tempting piece of wood only a peasant could call bed. But just as I lied down I heard a single muttering still trying to order me around.
Apparantly it wanted me to collect the spiderwebs...
uhhm...

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I was stuck there for so long that I must have fallen asleep. Next morning I managed to break loose and I had to decide what to do next...
Since I'm a dwarf the first thing that strikes my mind is ofc alcohol, however this might be tricky if I wanna keep my prescence concealed...
An other thought would be to go and explore a bit. Have to take another look at the map...
But I guess that my reasonings doesnt really matter as -if the voices have some new crazy idea I'd be forced to try and execute it.

-Bag-
Solid rock cogwheel
Rottening syrup roast
Map of Blackgate
A spare sock
The scarf
A handful Rowanberries
My traveling coat and an empty pipe.
20 copper coins and a diorite earring that the gobbos had missed