Well, not really but I am writing, I wanted to show you guys this to see if you think it is at all true to the game. It's about a hauler named Urist that gets drafted and ends up as a champion, then a noble, then becomes royalty. Here's the first page of the first chapter, spoilered.
Chapter 1: An Introduction
My name is Urist. For the benefit of you humans I write this in your twisted language. In my native tongue, dwarven, my name means “dagger”. In my home, Redgate, we lived and prospered as any mountain home should. We obeyed the king, drank alcohol and ate cold fungus before going to work in the mines or the mason shops or even the forges. Let me fill you in, the words “mountain homes” probably make you think of great fortresses on top of tall, misty mountains, if you did, you’d be wrong. A mountain home is our equivalent of what you call a “Capital city” and our king lives here, occasionally sending out parties of workers and scouts to dig for that all-powerful
god-metal: adamantine. Each dwarven city normally consists of a cave entrance with a trade depot and crossbowmen towers just outside of it. When you go in you can usually see the main hall, where we dwarves drink, eat and meet up with friends when we’re not working. We have a few Interesting stories about the main hall, like how this one time, some guy went crazy, killed his brother and then built a table out of the bones and skin. We usually don’t like to talk about it…
In the centre of the main hall there is a central staircase with stockpiles usually on the next floor down, after that there are the living chambers, farms (we farm underground, the fungus we grow, plump helmets, like the dark), mines, forges and then just tunnels going on and on and on, searching for ores.
I myself am a simple hauler, the bottom of the ladder, almost as bad as carpenters and woodcutters (we associate wood with the elves, the pansy, druid, cannibals that come to trade with us in
spring-time). A hauler’s job is simple, find stuff and bring it to the appropriate stockpile so as other workers can find it and use it to make things like doors, windows, beds and crafts for trading. We might get paid a single copper coin for lugging a giant boulder from the bottom of the fortress to the very top!
Now, a little bit about us dwarves, we tend to have big beards, the bigger the higher your rank, and most of us just can’t stand the light. Most humans call this strange feature “cave adaptation” but we feel a more accurate term is that you humans are simply “sun adapted” and try to make fun of the fact that we vomit when we see daylight.
I myself have quite a short, scraggily beard which is the reason I do hauling, the only task for one such as myself.
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