Welcome to the thoughts of a Dwarf. This intrepid site is designed primarily to allow a place where I can store all of my writings, be it stories or poems or illogical philosophical rants. I hope to be able to provide interesting reading material for my friends and the random stranger who somehow gets sucked off course and finds this sight. Feel free to comment or even request stories. The more inspiration that I have, the more I can explore the limits of imagination and using literary works to rest for a moment from the tedious demands of reality.

In the beginning, I will be uploading many of my already written works. Though most of them are written for the gaming website Achaea.com, which is a text based MUD that I have been playing since 1998. My current main character in Achaea is the Dwarven Paladin known as Goryllin. His viewpoint is used in many of my current stories, as I draw upon his life and his world to create the science fantasty realities in which my story characters dwell.

Achaea is a medieval setting fantasy world, filled with Dwarves, Humans, Trolls, and many more fantastical races and professions. It is a living and breathing world in that every player has a chance to change the world and its direction. It is a player driven roleplay enhanced realm where combat, life, death and yes even taxes are all a part of the experience. We wouldn't mind having you drop by for a visit and pint of ale, if you do visit please send Goryllin a message and he will be glad to help you.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

The StoneCutter Dwarves

Warning: Achaea related. Not my own writing. Simply more Achaea.com dwarven lore.

The Story of the Stonecutter dwarves

Deep in the mountains, many, many years ago there were many different
clans of dwarves, ranging from the dark-skinned druegar to the Ironson,
each had their likes and wants and each clan worked together for
survival.

Yes, there were wars that had broken out between clans and some between
within their own clan between their brethren.

Anyways, this story takes place within the Clan of Shattered Stone, the
Shield dwarves. Every dwarf in this clan worked in the mines, even the
women and children. Dwarves either were mining, gathering and pushing
rock, or holding up shields to protect those that were working, everyone
had a job for the day, some changed it up, others enjoyed what they were
doing to keep at it each day.

There was a little dwarf, he was smaller and weaker than the others in
this clan. He wanted nothing more than to go mine with his Da, Ma and
sister. He would come out and watch them work and sometimes would gather
enough strength to try to help. He never could help out long or even
watch for that matter.

The dust created from mining was rather thick, and in the case of these
mines so deep, it was very confined. This young dwarf did not have very
hearty lungs when it came to this, and would wheeze and cough hard
anytime he was out watching after a short period of time, was worse if
he actually was trying to help. The poor boy spent many days in bed
because of this, wishing he could help his family and his clan.

Every so often when he did go out and try as usual to help he would grab
pieces of rock, he'd carve into it to find gems. Even carving the
smaller pieces of rock would upset his lungs, sending him into coughing
fits. He did find gems here and there when he did actually make it to
the inner portions.

One day, he was out and about with his rock and stumbled across the
underground stream, he had dropped the rock he was carrying to carve in
the stream when he caught his balance. Looking into the stream he
thought of a brilliant idea and knelt down and started carving the rock
while it was under water. Doing this the water was washing away any
sentiment of dust off of the rocks, keeping the lad from coughing.

Beaming brightly, he rushed back home with his first carving, to show
his family what he could do. From then on he kept practicing his carving
using the water as aide, his work became impeccable, his gems smoother
than any other dwarf that could work with gems, his cutting was very
intricate and precise in each rock he did cut.

From this he gained some reputation as the best stonecutter dwarf, from
there a following gathered behind him of others that were not as gruff
as the majority of shield dwarves. This grew into its own clan of
dwarves, Scholars, and crafters alike. This was the beginning of the
Stonecutter Clan.

Not every dwarf from this clan is a scholar alone, Ask General Breknough
if he's like Graf, but each has their origins from this little dwarf
that figured out a way to do what he loved, to craft his own way.

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