Sophia White
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We continued to cheer as Penelope looked around the arena. And while she still couldn’t see or hear us, I imagined she could probably smell everyone. As if to confirm my suspicions, her nose lifted into the air and she gave a few sniffs before making a confused *baah*. “Heh. Poor Princess.” Richter guffawed. “She ‘asn’t done tha mine run in years.” I shook my head sadly. “I’m just sad that the trick with tha solstone in the cask didn’t work out. It would’ve looked real neat to…-
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And so I found myself in the Arena of Minnova once again. Hopefully for the last time. I thought back fondly to that day of the Barck Beer Brawl. That had been… almost exactly one year ago, come to think of it. It was just me and Balin against the world then. Things had certainly changed. First of all, a two-dozen dwarf contingent of bag-pipers was currently marching around the wall of the arena blasting a rousing rendition of ‘Pomp and Circumstance’, or something equally pompous. It was quite…
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The note took a few hours, and then a few more. Annie stopped for the dinner rush, and in the late hours of the night, finished the first draft. “It’s… fine. I guess.” I read over it for the fifth time. “But it really could use a bit more pizazz.” Annie shook her head and yanked the page back. “No. No pizzaz! The Lord is as straight-laced as they come, and any pizzazz is likely to throw off Blackbeard.” “Prophet Barnes will appreciate it.” “Maybe… but Barnes is “Yeeeees. I…
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Bran’s announcement was met with shocked silence. He was as much a part of the success of the Thirsty Goat Brewpub as, well, myself. WIthout him… we probably would’ve managed, but it would’ve been a lot harder. At the same time, I knew that becoming someone ‘acceptable’ to Opal’s noble parents was something really important to him. And if working directly for the Grand Lord of Minnova was what it took… who was I to say anything about it? “Oy! That’s goat shite ya sonnuvanannygoat!…
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The sound of singing filled the Thirsty Goat, along with the creak of wood and metal. Two shirtless dwarves, one tall with black skin and lean muscles, and the other of average short with a long blonde-and-pink beard and sculpted pecs, worked tirelessly under the gaze of a grumble of dwarves. Strike your pick, move it quick, In the length of a candlestick! In the black, watch your back, Crack the stone with a mighty whack! Heave! Ho! Heave! Ho! Dwarf be bold, search for gold, Specks of light,…
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“Master Caskitt, what’s the plan?” The apprentice in his brown robe looked pleadingly up at her. He’d brought her a simple envelope just a moment ago, and she’d spent the last fifteen minutes considering it. A few other apprentices were beginning to gather, looking worried. Master Topaz Caskitt struck a pose and pulled seductively at her green beard while she thought. She appreciated the hungry look the apprentices gave her as she did so. She cultivated her image nearly as much as her beer. She…
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We arrived back at the brewery to accolades, and much joyous noise. Aqua ran over to the Goldstone compound to grab the “Official Member of the Honourable Guild of Brewers” placard to hang over the bar. The announcement of Annie's Title supercharged the whole thing. Beer was drunk, dwarves were tossed, fists were thrown, and cats were dodged. Kirk held up a keg and shook it hard then exploded it over everything. It was a glorious celebration, but as all good things must, it came to an end with the…
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I had no experience to gauge what a “Personal Milestone” was. It was “We’ve been blessed to see one of our own receive the grace of a God.” Malt bowed deeply, his long white beard touching the ground. “Would ya be willing to tell us tha name of yer Milestone, Inventor Goldstone? That we may record it in the annals of history?”” “,” Annie whispered reverentially. She was staring into space where a notification was probably blinking at her. Her eyes remained glazed when she looked…
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Malt called the meeting to order with an ear-splitting shout. He gave me a wink as everyone sorted themselves. “It’s a Milestone ya get fer anything involving parties or managing folk,” he confided. “. Browning has an evolved version strong enough ta shatter glass n’ stone.” I nodded. “Oh, I got offered that once.” “What did ya take instead?” “.” “Now why would ya need that? There’s always more than enough ta drink.” “Eh, I think we’ll need to agree to disagree on…
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The brewer’s guild in the Grand Market was exactly as it had been the last time I’d come. Roughly… a month ago, now. The only difference was that the beer garden had been converted into a single long table, which was covered in food, and the faint odour of onions wafted around outside. The area was closed to the public, and sixteen black robed figures sat around the table. Well… maybe sat was the wrong choice of word. “Give me that elfin piece o’ cheese!” “Not till ya pass tha…
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