The Dwarfs

Chapter 1

Ogrim was a dwarf. He exiled himself, and took the slayer oath. He dyed his hair orange and took up unto himself two hand weapons. But this story isn't about him, as he achieved his goal and was slain in combat by a swamp troll many years ago. This story is about a dwarf with a beard down to his knees, he has recently become a Thunderer. His name is Redbrow. His name is totally inappropriate though, as his hair is actually a shadowy grey.

"Now my friends, we drink now, to Redbrow! He has finally become a Thunderer! He has wanted to be a Thunderer since he could walk. Well done son!" Redbrow walked up to his father and grabbed the tankard of ale from his father's outstretched hand.

"Thanks." He took a sip of the ale and wiped the froth from his beard. "Ahem! Thank you, my clan, for gathering here to celebrate my acceptance into the Thunderers. I know my grandfather doesn't approve of this, as he thinks the Engineers new inventions intoxicate the young mind. This, I believe, isn't true, as I have seen what a Dwarven handgun can do to an elf with heavy armour, a shield and a barded steed! Thank you again." Redbrow stepped down from the barstool and took a large swig of his freshly brewed ale. An Engineer that Redbrow had never seen before walked into the bar.

"I would like to tell you that we have discovered something new!" He said with excitement. Redbrow's grandfather was the only one that didn't look interested. "We have discovered that if we put burning oil and tar together and release the pressure we can fire an arch of flame into the enemy ranks! We call this invention the Flame Cannon! We need a brave, experience, dwarf, who has no place in the holds army. Redbrow's father stepped forward.

"I am experienced, and brave." He said.

"Excellent! Follow me!" The Engineer trudged off, with Redbrow's father hot on his heels.

"What was all that about?" asked Redbrow, already light-headed from the strong ale. Just before someone was about to answer his head hit the table and he began to snore loudly.

"Hah! The ale's already got to him! It's his first tankard!" His grandfather declared loudly, although, he did have a right to brag, as he was just starting his twentieth, and he didn't look the slightest bit dizzy.

It didn't take long for the bar to clear out, and all that was left was Redbrow, snoring happily at the bar. The lights were put out and all you could hear was the distant picking of miners, or the occasional Ranger coming back from a long scouting exhibition.