Alrighty then, chapter two of my story. Enjoy?
It was an old building, pipes of all kinds lined the ceiling, doors were obviously weathered,
the floor was unsmoothed when the apartment opened, but after years of hurried Dwarven feet it
had almost a smoothed stone feel, but it was, of course, terribly uneven. Reg walked around a
tired looking miner holding a dull pick, "Wow, they must work you guys to death out there in the
new mines, how could you stand it Bomrek?". "Hah, I just have an good work ethic. Like my father
and his father before him, I truely am an example of the good working dwarf, braving Animals,
caveins, floods, and melted rock all to bring you sissys a stone block." Reg smiled "I bet the
Sewerbrew helps to,eh Bomrek?" Reg gave him a friendly nudge and they both let out stifled
laughter.
They exited the hallway and walked out onto the side walk. The streets were alive with movement,
metal wagons being pulled along by EstCow, the merchants at their crude stands, selling petty
wares and poor quality food. Reg sighed, he would have to get himself a wife, a dwarf can only go
so long on stew and bread. His spirit quickly picked up as he thought of all the exotic treats
the Dwarfitourium had to sell. Every one seemed happy, and why shouldn't they? Today is the
single happiest day of sector 7.
The Dwarfitorium, OrN‹r's (or Large Land as the surface dwellers call it) own caravan is coming.
It continuously travels around LargeLand and keeps the dwarves happy with its exotic trade goods,
exotic for the places it travels at least. LargeLand needs its own caravan simply because it is,
well, large. Large Land is the biggest dwarven fort in the world, home to more than 30 thousand
dwarves, covering 300 plus miles, the greatest national power in all the world. The territory is
split up into 27 different sections, each one with a section admin who manages every thing in the
section, basically a mayor. "Lets see if we can hop a transport cart, I dont feel much like
walking." Bomrek said as they crossed an intersection into a small shopping district. "I dono
Bomrek..I dont want to get caught hoppin' Ore transporters again. It was bad enough the first
time". "Fine, I'll see you at the Dwarfitourium then." Bomrek turned a corner into a smaller yet
still bustling tunnel. Reg cursed under his breath and followed along. "Oi! Wait for me Bomrek!"
Bomrek and Reg walked down ever shrinking tunnels, eventually entering a small one that was
sealed with a door marked "Section Employees Only" they of course ignored this warning, after
making sure no one was watching. They entered the small tunnel, so small infact that you had to
walk in single file. As Reg and Bomrek walked down the tunnel they could hear the booming
grinding noise of the wheels of the transporters moving down the tunnel at great speed. They
emerged into a large tunnel, the noise is even louder now. They were standing on a small walkway
on the side of the tunnel, there was a large channel in the center with two sets of track on
them. They could hear the sound of the transports getting louder, but they couldn't see down
the dark tunnel.
"You know what to do Reg" Said Bomrek as he strapped his pick to his back."Its
been a while Bomrek" They could see a large object moving in their direction on the track, as
it came into view they could see its features a bit better. Reg made a low groaning noise and
said "Damnit Bomrek, its loaded with coal. I'm going to be covered in soot by the time we're at
the fair." Bomrek replied "Hey, at least its a soft landing." Bomrek pulled a silver flask from
his coat pocket and took a long draft. "Now!" Bomrek yelled as he leaped off of the walkway, Reg
jumped off, grabing at Bomreks coattails. His final thought as he flew through the air was:
"This is retarded."
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