Sophia White
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Berry was ‘kind’ enough to invite me to eat lunch with her and Joseph, but I was probably going to pay for it later. She introduced me as an acquaintance from Minnova who'd won the Octamillenial contest and accompanied her on the way to Kinshasa. I was initially worried that the vague dwarven/elven rivalry I’d been feeling in Crack would make Joseph standoffish, but he turned out to be both charming and well spoken. It figured that an He was also very happy to answer questions about his home. In…-
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The plate of cakes and other confections lay on the table, forgotten. Which was how I could tell We were currently sitting in her study, which looked identical to most other dwarven studies. A pair of comfortable couches, a beer table, a work desk, a wall of books, a fireplace – with exactly two candlesticks, and an unadorned wall with exactly Opal was dressed in dwarven formal–casual, a floor length white gown/hauberk with a leather belt and fancy silver bracers and pauldrons. Her white goatee…
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It was official. The best part about Erd was that hangovers were practically non-existent with a high enough Vitality. I still took longer to get drunk than the average dwarf, too. I still wasn’t quite sure I I took all of the above to mean that not much work was going to be done today. And that suited me just fine. I had a lot to think about. Or rather, I had a lot to talk about. With specific people. And today was just as good as any to do it, what with all the zombies groaning about the…
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It took a while, and a round on the house (me, Then someone connected the fact that The Thirsty Goat and Lucky Jean’s were competitors for the next round of the Octamillenial Brewing contest, and things got heated again. As any good regulars, the patrons were very protective of their watering hole. “Dirty Spies” got tossed around a few times, along with “Tunnel Snakes” and “Beardless Rats”. Thankfully Ironbellows got the rowdy adventurers calmed down by saying we were actually “Good…
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“Voulez-vous bouche avec moi.” I muttered. Aqua’s reply was shrill. “SPEAK DWARVEN!!” “Enchante des poisson!!” “I t’ink da correct term is ‘dwarfish’, Aqua.” Richter pointed out. “NOT NOW RICHTER!!” Aqua shook my shoulders again. I finally snapped. “I cannae concentrate on it if yer all hangin’ over my shoulders like this!! By Yearn’s Yummy Yams, bugger off!!!” I was seated at Ironbellows' desk, leaning over Jean’s journal and desperately trying to translate the…
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Could we off the proprietor of a popular establishment in the middle of said establishment and get away with it? The bar was busy and How did Ironbellows know that I was an Otherworlder? Was he guessing? Did he just All those thoughts swirled through my head as red began seeping into my vision and my fingers slowly crept unbidden to my warhammer. I activated to focus my raging thoughts. Did it Of course, that left the non-average, like crazy people, powerful people threatened by a Chosen’s…
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We spent the next few days tweaking the exact recipe for our salty gose. There were a few extra steps beyond just adding yogourt at the boil, like mixing a proper starter and testing different yogourts to get a good strain of bacteria. A bad strain could make the sour taste like vomit, and we really didn’t want that, even though it Bran and Darrel continued to bring us salty dish after salty dish. We ate so much salt it was an I could do this all day, but Annie would get All good things must come…
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I was excited enough about my idea that I spent the rest of the afternoon huddled in my bedroom cave-nook, brainstorming and making notes in my brewing journal. I really got into it, so I was lucky to emerge from my hideyhole in time to make the clan meeting. We were holding the meeting in the big sunken library in the manor house. We usually held these meetings in the restaurant during off hours – mostly so we could snack, but this time we really needed things to be top-secret, so Annie had declared it…
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The hops weren’t going to work. That was my immediate first thought when I burst excitedly through the doorway to the tavern and ran headfirst into Annie. She was reorganizing our front of house, her brow dripping with sweat, and she had the cheery look of someone working hard and loving every minute of it. “You're in a hurry, Pete,” she quipped. She twirled both her moustache braids at the same time, one in each hand, and regarded me with twinkling eyes. “Did you have an idea for the contest? I…
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“Hops?” Kirk leaned over to see what I was looking at. I toggled the filter for hops on and off, and the little green dots on my minimap flickered. I was indeed looking at the one thing I wanted most in this world. Okay, I wanted And here it was, in all its lime-green glory. A single traitorous tear rolled down my cheek, revealing my hand to the merchant before me. Dammit, this was going to be Ganji began speaking excitedly. “Ah, you’re interested in the pineweed! Excellent choice sir! Fruity…
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