I can see it now...
The name of Lancestands is one known by many. Carved into the mountain itself, the barren lands that still smolder from some unknown blight surround it, it's foreboding image is a warning, to all that approach it that it should not be taken in vain, for past the double sets of drawbridges, past the iron doors and smoking forges, likes a simple wooden door that has been sought by many in need. The dwarves in Lancestands themselves run around half naked, wielding war hammers and screaming curses at each other as they continue their savage lives, but past that door, you enter another world. Clean and neat, organized and stark, your nose, if you have one that is, would smell a pungent stench of decay and soap, but signs of either would not be seen. It is quiet there, hallways lead off into different alcoves, and the dwarves that reside here are complete opposites of their neighbors, fully clothed in white robes, the legendary doctors and surgeons are said to have the cure for every disease, ailment and condition. However, those that have visited that fabled place have also warned, "Those dwarves sure know how to p't ye t'gether, but be warned! They know how to take you apart just as e'sly!"
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Topic: Dwarf Hospital! (Read 32736 times)