Sophia White
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“I can’t believe ya burnt me moustache off twice!” I was currently rubbing some burn ointment on my face with Balin. We had decided to sneak some from Bran in the kitchen and do it ourselves rather than go face Opal. Bran has a small first aid kit in the kitchen, and I’ve used it a couple times for small burns or cuts I got while baking. He raised an eyebrow when he saw us, but didn’t pry further. “I didn’t know it was goin to be that bad!” Honestly, I hadn’t. I'd never actually gotten…-
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So. I’m an now. That means I am currently sitting in my room with a radler staring at a wall. Why? Because I don’t want to spend another hour looking at blue boxes. It turns out when you get a Title it comes with some big benefits plus the choice of a Milestone, and I don’t particularly feel like making another big decision right now. I was kind of bummed out. I was doing my best to put a smile on my face and power through things, but I really wasn't doing my best. My dreams of magic had likely…
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“Pete? Peeete. Peter?” “Go away Balin.” “Aye, I can do that, but tell me you’re alright first.” “I’m fine. I just need some space.” “Alright, I’ll head to the mess hall. You come tell me when you’re ready to talk.” “Ok. Thanks.” “I dunno what’s goin on, but I’ll keep it between us. Don’t worry.” Balin stood up and left me where I lay, staring at the stars. I had fallen to the ground and I wasn’t planning to get up. Ever. What just happened? I’d…
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Today’s the day. I got time off of work from Grim, and more importantly? I have charcoal! Tim brought in my supply of charcoal along with a ton of sulfur. I knew getting his help would pay off! So now I’m sitting in the kitchen with some measuring glasses and a bunch of bags of saltpeter, charcoal, and sulfur. The next step is to – “BY THE UNHOLY YAMS OF YEARN! WHAT IN THE NETHER ARE YA DOIN IN THE KITCHEN WITH ALL THIS DIRT AND SHIT?!” “Sorry Bran.” --- I’m sitting in my cabin with…
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“Pete, any word on the charcoal?” “No, not yet Balin.” “Ugh, what’s takin’ so long!” “I don’t think we have enough silver yet. I’ll talk to Tim.” “I still don’t know why we asked him to do it! He was embezzlin’ from City Hall!!” “Tim’s a reformed dwarf! Isn’t that the whole point of this mine? I choose to believe in him.” “You just feel sorry that he got shaved at yer Blessin’ party.” “There’s nothing wrong with a clean shave. He has a very…
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“So, how is she doing?” I asked. Sam, Wreck, Bran, Balin and myself were all clustered outside of Doctor Opal’s Cabin. “It’s a cold.” Said Bran. “She started coughin this mornin and she was out of it by lunch time.” “I’m goin in to check on her.” said Wreck. She opened the door and stepped inside. The rest of us moved to go in as well but Wreck spun around and firmly shut the door in our faces. “Alone!” she hissed as the door closed. “Opal doesn’t need a bunch of…
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I sighed as I finished plinking my pickaxe against the wall. Balin came over and took the ore I had mined and placed it into a pair of sacks. “How’s the charcoal goin, Pete?” He asked. “Oh, right! I gave some silver to Tim.” I paused, confused for a moment before I remembered. “I think it wasn’t quite enough, so we’ll need to wait until our next pay.” “Ah, that’s too bad.” “Aye, I was lookin forward to it.” “Is it that thing ya were talkin about? Tha minin tool?” A rosy…
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“So.” Doctor Opal asked as she applied some poultice to the swollen eyes of the dwarf in front of her. “What did you do this time?” She was sitting at her usual spot in the mess hall. There were no emergencies in any of the mining camps, and she was having her usual afternoon sweets. A half-empty tankard in front of her smelled faintly of lemons. Pete smiled sheepishly at her. “I ran into a door.” “With both eyes?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. She daubed some more poultice and Pete…
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I yawned and stretched; my arms still sore after yesterday’s intense dive. I turned to my bunk mate and called out. “Mornin! Time ta wake up!” A groan was the only reply as I jumped out of bed and shook myself awake. “Rise and shine! Today’s tha day!” I pulled on my clothes as Balin levered himself out of his bunk bed. Our small tent and bunk bed combo smelled faintly of bad B.O. and vomit. A collection of cloves and fruit in the corner were a gift from Bran after I’d bribed him with a recipe…
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He sat under a table, nursing his eye and his grudge. This could not be, this would not stand! He drank from his tankard, and revelled in the taste of nostalgia, herbs, and millennia of dwarven traditions. A stick crunched between his teeth and added extra texture. The True Brew was perfect, and nothing could tell him otherwise. Every dwarf knew in their bones that beer was the greatest drink ever created, and nothing could improve upon it. Even Light Brew was a bastardization of the First Brewer’s…
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