Steel on Stone
Feb 20, 2017 0:47:50 GMT
Post by Brylen the Hook on Feb 20, 2017 0:47:50 GMT
No easy task, taking down a mine in the heart of the Dwarven Triangle. Brylen's latest crew had paid a steep price for their effrontery. He'd gone in with six men and plenty of daylight left. Now, as he put a torch to the mine's entrance, his aloneness finally sank in. They hadn't been his friends, but they hadn't died clean. Dwarven pickaxes had no mercy whatsoever, and no patience for little things like ringmail.
Still, at least he wouldn't have to split the opals seven ways. The sturdy pouch was a comfortable weight on his belt, enough to buy some proper gear and maybe start saving for a little fort or something.
He raised his bloody torch and squinted into the night. There'd been a sound...
Still, at least he wouldn't have to split the opals seven ways. The sturdy pouch was a comfortable weight on his belt, enough to buy some proper gear and maybe start saving for a little fort or something.
He raised his bloody torch and squinted into the night. There'd been a sound...