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Some men aren't born to work and die. Some elves aren't born to learn and leave.
And some dwarves aren't meant to dig and not live.

One dwarf would show them all. All of them that laughed at him, told him he wouldn't make it, told him dwarfs weren't capable of what he was thinking.

He would show them all...
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Honeydew awoke, looking around his bedhole. His small bed in the corner, the dug out crevices in the walls, holding various things. His little doggy toy which he lovingly called Mandrew, a potted plant, and a couple of books. 'How to grow your first beard', 'digging for morons' and finally 'the quest for the moon'. He put his hand to the side of him, into a dark hole. He clicked the flint and steal and lit the torch that was inside, sighing. Same old same old. Today he would go out, mine, deliver different minerals, mine some more, eat, drink some ale and mead, mine even more, and then come back to his bedhole to sleep. Nothing out of the ordinary.
He got up, clad in most of his normal clothing, but grabbed his bandolier from atop his chair, throwing it over himself, he then put on his little boots and his helmet, and walked out of the door.
"Hey Honeydew!" His friend Jefin said in his high voice as he scurried over. He was small, even for a dwarf. His beard we only just coming in, and his helmet, bandolier and kneepads were too big for him. He would always have to go fast to keep up with his friend.
"Hey Jefin." Honeydew answered, yawning. They walked into the holding room, handing over their ID cards and in return getting their individual picks. Their ID being placed up on the shelf. "Thanks" Honeydew said and walked out, heading for the mines. "You still on the gold?" He asked. The little dwarf nodded.
"Yeah! They say I'm not strong enough for the mithril yet..." Jefin answered.
"Don't worry buddy, you'll get there." Honeydew smiled.
"See you later Honeydew." Jefin smiled and headed off down a different path. The ginger bearded dwarf waved and headed towards the mithril vein he had been mining for the past month. As he walked over, spotting the glistening white mineral, his little mole friend Beets came over. He patted him on the head.
"Mornin' buddy." He smiled, and got to work.
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It was his lunch break, and he walked back up the carved out pathways in the walls, walking past the cafeteria and up to the surface. It took him most of his lunch hour to be able to get up there but he did it most days. He sat down, pulling out his lunch pouch and eating his sandwich and looking around. He was sat on the edge of the entrance to the mines, the sheer drop that went straight down into Kahz Modahn. He looked around, nothing much was happening... But it was so bright out here... And even though it was day time, he could see the stars... And the moon. He smiled. He loved the moon, and every time he saw it he felt... Well, out of place. Like he wasn't supposed to be going back down into the mines and digging all day. There was no real reward in it. He could mine for something else...? Something that could help him build? He shook his head and stood up, wiping his hands of the crumbs from his sandwich and looking back down at the mines he had come from. When suddenly, he heard talking? He jumped and hung onto the edge of the mines, not wanting to risk being seen. He peered over the edge, spotting two people walking past.
"Lalna I really can't understand these blueprints..." The taller of the two spoke, he was holding up some blue paper, turning it round and trying to make out what was on it. He was very tall, skinny, black hair with a well groomed goaty beard and mustache.
"You wrote them!" The other man laughed, his hair was blonde his hair spiked up and messy, atop his head was a pair of goggles. He had a scruffy blonde beard.
They were a strange pair to say the least... "Well you were drunk." The blonde continued, walking past with the taller man. The dwarf raised an eyebrow, those two were very strange... He shrugged and dropped down onto one of the paths in the mines, making his way down into the mithril deposit. He dropped off all the mithril he had collected and then returned his pick, getting his ID card back. He then made his way back up to the surface, his curiosity kicking in. What were the two planning to build with these... 'Blueprints'? He wanted to know. So he got back up to the surface, looking around and spotting the two, nearby, stood around a crafting bench with half a house up. He raised an eyebrow. Strange...
"So... We need to try and find a lot of iron and..." The taller was saying. "God how did my people originally manage to do this?"
Do what? The dwarf pulled a confused face. 'His people'...? Was he an elf?
"They must have been a lot more advanced than us Xeph." Lalna answered, staring at the 'blueprints'. "You are an alien after all."
Alien?! The dwarf stared at the who, hidden where they couldn't see him. They seemed too involved in the blueprints anyway.
"We'll figure it out. Its not that difficult. We should have some sound blueprints ready for next month at the latest." The alien answered. "Then we can go to the moon."
The moon...? The dwarf let his mouth open, as if he was about to call out and ask to help... But he didn't, he turned and went back to the entrance to his home. He climbed down into his bedhole and blew the torch out, taking off his bandolier, helmet and boots and setting them down, and crawling into bed, curling up and falling to sleep.

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Some men aren't born to work and die. Some elves aren't born to learn and leave.
And some dwarves aren't meant to dig and not live.

One dwarf would show them all. All of them that laughed at him, told him he wouldn't make it, told him dwarfs weren't capable of what he was thinking.

He would show them all...
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Honeydew awoke, looking around his bedhole. His small bed in the corner, the dug out crevices in the walls, holding various things. His little doggy toy which he lovingly called Mandrew, a potted plant, and a couple of books. 'How to grow your first beard', 'digging for morons' and finally 'the quest for the moon'. He put his hand to the side of him, into a dark hole. He clicked the flint and steal and lit the torch that was inside, sighing. Same old same old. Today he would go out, mine, deliver different minerals, mine some more, eat, drink some ale and mead, mine even more, and then come back to his bedhole to sleep. Nothing out of the ordinary.
He got up, clad in most of his normal clothing, but grabbed his bandolier from atop his chair, throwing it over himself, he then put on his little boots and his helmet, and walked out of the door.
"Hey Honeydew!" His friend Jefin said in his high voice as he scurried over. He was small, even for a dwarf. His beard we only just coming in, and his helmet, bandolier and kneepads were too big for him. He would always have to go fast to keep up with his friend.
"Hey Jefin." Honeydew answered, yawning. They walked into the holding room, handing over their ID cards and in return getting their individual picks. Their ID being placed up on the shelf. "Thanks" Honeydew said and walked out, heading for the mines. "You still on the gold?" He asked. The little dwarf nodded.
"Yeah! They say I'm not strong enough for the mithril yet..." Jefin answered.
"Don't worry buddy, you'll get there." Honeydew smiled.
"See you later Honeydew." Jefin smiled and headed off down a different path. The ginger bearded dwarf waved and headed towards the mithril vein he had been mining for the past month. As he walked over, spotting the glistening white mineral, his little mole friend Beets came over. He patted him on the head.
"Mornin' buddy." He smiled, and got to work.
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It was his lunch break, and he walked back up the carved out pathways in the walls, walking past the cafeteria and up to the surface. It took him most of his lunch hour to be able to get up there but he did it most days. He sat down, pulling out his lunch pouch and eating his sandwich and looking around. He was sat on the edge of the entrance to the mines, the sheer drop that went straight down into Kahz Modahn. He looked around, nothing much was happening... But it was so bright out here... And even though it was day time, he could see the stars... And the moon. He smiled. He loved the moon, and every time he saw it he felt... Well, out of place. Like he wasn't supposed to be going back down into the mines and digging all day. There was no real reward in it. He could mine for something else...? Something that could help him build? He shook his head and stood up, wiping his hands of the crumbs from his sandwich and looking back down at the mines he had come from. When suddenly, he heard talking? He jumped and hung onto the edge of the mines, not wanting to risk being seen. He peered over the edge, spotting two people walking past.
"Lalna I really can't understand these blueprints..." The taller of the two spoke, he was holding up some blue paper, turning it round and trying to make out what was on it. He was very tall, skinny, black hair with a well groomed goaty beard and mustache.
"You wrote them!" The other man laughed, his hair was blonde his hair spiked up and messy, atop his head was a pair of goggles. He had a scruffy blonde beard.
They were a strange pair to say the least... "Well you were drunk." The blonde continued, walking past with the taller man. The dwarf raised an eyebrow, those two were very strange... He shrugged and dropped down onto one of the paths in the mines, making his way down into the mithril deposit. He dropped off all the mithril he had collected and then returned his pick, getting his ID card back. He then made his way back up to the surface, his curiosity kicking in. What were the two planning to build with these... 'Blueprints'? He wanted to know. So he got back up to the surface, looking around and spotting the two, nearby, stood around a crafting bench with half a house up. He raised an eyebrow. Strange...
"So... We need to try and find a lot of iron and..." The taller was saying. "God how did my people originally manage to do this?"
Do what? The dwarf pulled a confused face. 'His people'...? Was he an elf?
"They must have been a lot more advanced than us Xeph." Lalna answered, staring at the 'blueprints'. "You are an alien after all."
Alien?! The dwarf stared at the who, hidden where they couldn't see him. They seemed too involved in the blueprints anyway.
"We'll figure it out. Its not that difficult. We should have some sound blueprints ready for next month at the latest." The alien answered. "Then we can go to the moon."
The moon...? The dwarf let his mouth open, as if he was about to call out and ask to help... But he didn't, he turned and went back to the entrance to his home. He climbed down into his bedhole and blew the torch out, taking off his bandolier, helmet and boots and setting them down, and crawling into bed, curling up and falling to sleep.