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« on: October 24, 2010, 01:20:02 pm »
Breakfast was over and most dwarves had begun their daily business, but some had made the mistake of lingering.
"BAH! Just because an elf or a goblin could do somethin' doesn't mean a dwarf couldn't 'ave done it better! Aye, I've seen brave goblins rush into battle without a wiff o' fear (though dwarves always come out on top!) 'nd I've seen elven crafts that rival those of the greatest craftsdwarfs (but dwarven work will stand the test of time), but that's just it, yea. A victory for a goblin is a victory for GOBLINS! A master craft made by an elf is an ELVEN craft. This isn't the dwarven way, it's the elven way, goblin, human... KOBOLD way! I'll be a dwarf for as long as I live, 'cause I'll never need the help of greenskins and sun dwellers. And I'll die before I see this fort I helped raise from the ground degrade into a generation of half-breeds and mutts. Listen to me, brothers and sisters, we're the dwarves of Nomekast, a strong and proud generation! If these creatures must seek refuge in our halls, so be it, but don't let their outlandish ways TAINT the dwarven code." Reg scanned the dining hall for any of his companions who would stand by him, but he could tell they thought him a fool.
"'tis a sad day for our kind when a dwarven fort falls without a fight..." he whispered, staring into the bottom of his empty mug,"a sad day indeed.