In but one year, seven brave dwarves builded a large, prospering outpost for all other mountainhomes to envy! They exported glass, stone crafts and fabled hides of the most vicious creatures... but one day, it all ended.
Autumn was about to end, and the seven dwarves had just finished a grand party honoring their captain, Lodan. It was so grand, in fact, that every barrel of booze was emptied to the bottom.
When winter arrived, the river, their source of water in times of need, froze.
Not fully realising what was going to happen, the seven dwarves carved more crafts, created more glass and hunted for more creatures. But as the dwarves became thirsty, they found nothing to drink.
Quickly, the dwarves went out to gain wathever plants they could get for brewing.
Then, the dwarves returned to the still.
But with only one still, and a unexperienced dwarf leading it, beer could only be created sparsly. Even worse, there was a shortage of barrels.
And so, the carpenter builded one and ran to the still.
Ironically, just as the booze dripped into the barrel and the carpenter was on his way to the dining room, he died. Out of thirst...
5 dwarves followed. The last one, who drank his own brewed beer, became insane, and started haunting the large halls of the once great fortress of Wealthcraft...
I felt my carpenter's death was so ironic, I had to post this 
Anyone else who has a similar story?
[ February 10, 2008: Message edited by: Asheron ]
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