Sophia White
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“Steady.” I muttered. “I don’t think I can do this, Pete!” “Steady, Aqua!” “Bran, are you ready?” “Aye, Annie!” “Steaaadddyyy!” “Annie, I don’t “It’s just until we can hire someone, Aqua!” “STEAAADDYY!” The doors swung open, and the storm descended. “Welcome to the official grand opening of the Thirsty Goat Brewpub! Come on in!” I said with a beaming smile. The massive crowd bustled up to a stand that said ‘please wait here to be seated’ and…-
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“Alright Bran, what am I supposed to teach you.” I grumbled. “You promised to teach me a recipe.” Bran pointed at the large steel contraption bolted to the floor in the corner. It was a deep fryer, though one with a small furnace beneath it. I’d been surprised to learn that deep-fryers didn’t exist on Erd, and had designed one with Bran’s help. The final product made some mean fries and was likely to start a revolution in Dwarven cooking. Vive la Rév-oil-ution! Whistlemop would take it to…
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“I WANT BARCK’S BOX!” Annie almost screamed and then clamped her hand over her mouth. She flushed crimson. “Phrasing?” I muttered. “Also, keep the volume down.” “That’s… a crazy Specialization, Pete.” Balin said, slightly shell shocked. “I know you said you ‘worked things out’ with Barck, but all of that’s a bit more than ‘worked things out’. A lot of ‘chosen’ and ‘yer God’ bein’ bandied about…” “Who cares!” Annie hissed, her face still a wild red.…
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“Alright, Pete. What was so important it couldn’t wait?” Annie and Balin sat across from me in Annie’s office. It was a new office attached to the brew room floor that Balin built for her. A picture window looked out over the brewery, and the only furnishings so far were a simple wooden desk and a trio of plain stools. “I need to make an important decision. The last time I did this I kind of rushed it, and this time I want to seriously talk it over with someone first.” “Alright…”…
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*knock* *knock* *knock* “Balin, do you want to get that?” I rolled over in my bed. The two of us were sharing a tenement room a little ways away from the brewery. We finally had enough money to live independently, and I refused to allow my brother to live under the same roof as the woman he was courting. “Ugh, what *groaaaan* Not that it mattered. He still snuck out to make out with her every night. *KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* “Argh, fine, I’ll do it. ONE MINUTE! Wake up Balin, we’re installing…
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“Whoof.” I gently placed the heavy crate down next to a fermenting tank in the Thirsty Goat and stretched my back. I levered it open with a crowbar and chortled. “Science rules!” Then I jumped as Annie peaked around the tank. “Ahh! Annie, don’t She ignored me and peeked into the crate, pointing at the squat objects sitting within. “What are those? They look like really big potion bottles, or really small milk jugs.” “Uh, they sort of are. They’re how I plan to get better…
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Our scene is set inside a town of mud. The sun hangs low and paints the world in red. Today's the day good men will count the dead. The dusty dirt will soon be bathed in blood. Two shadows cut across the crimson light. The outlaws enter from each end of town. Sweet silence carries on without a sound. As one the two draw guns and fire a shot. A sharp retort rings out with puffs of dust. No life was cut to stain the ground with rust. A noble goat comes at an angry trot. Her angry bahs so…
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The crowd had thinned after his last Whistlemug sold, and Whistlemop was ready to call it a day. He still had to go and check in on the latest batch of Whistlemugs at Ralph and Ralph Glassworks, and he had an absolutely “Thank you for your hard work today gentledwarves.” Whistlemop nodded to his guards. They were the best adventurers money could buy, and he paid plenty for them. They did a more than admirable job of keeping the riff-raff away. “Of course Mr. Whistlemop.” “Pleasure ta be o’…
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“Come in!” Annie waved everyone through the door. The grumble tumbled in from the lush foyer and gawked. “Barck’s Beard! What a difference!” Emerelda muttered. “Welcome to the Thirsty Goat Brewpub!” I stood ready in my best suit, holding a set of menus to pass to the pro-drinkers as they entered. Johnsson and Richter shouted their own ‘hello’s as they rolled in a large barrel from the brew floor. “What have you got for eats?” Beatbox asked as I handed him a menu. “More than…
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Pete leaned back in his chair and took a deep drink of beer. He made a pained smile. “That red armour really brings out your eyes, Emerelda.” “Thank ya Pete.” Emerelda posed in her red gambeson. “Red and crimson are all the rage right now.” “Is it because of the Lord?” Emerelda nodded. “That’s part of it. It also looks great!” She curled her beard and continued. "Honestly, I was surprised when you asked me out for drinks. I know we talked about it at the competition, but I'm…
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