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DF Community Games & Stories / Thob Goes to the Surface
« on: April 19, 2020, 10:56:03 pm »Thob Goes to the Surface
Prologue (see below)
Part I: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5
Part II: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9
Part III: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13
Part IV: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
Part V: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12
Part I: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5
Part II: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9
Part III: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13
Part IV: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
Part V: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12
PROLOGUE:
For hundreds of years destructive wars engulfed the western lands, wreaking constant turmoil and ruin on the human and dwarven kingdoms. Once-proud dwarven fortresses crumbled under endless waves of undead invaders, the dwarves driven ever further underground with each successive attack—until only a handful survived, in the deepest mines. Centuries passed; the memory of wars and kingdoms faded, the things of the surface world forgotten in the unchanging gloom of the caverns, where sun did not shine and seasons never turned…
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For his whole life Thob had dug and toiled in the slate-walled caverns among endless swaths of plump helmets, and he had never strayed far from home. That was about to change.
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The so-called “boss” of Lawmined was Nish, a thin, graying engineer. He was a good engineer, too, but as a leader he inspired less confidence. Apparently the fact that he called himself “boss” was enough to get the other dwarves to listen to him. Thob had heard somewhere that dwarves used to have “mayors,” and every year all the dwarves got to pick who they wanted to be mayor in what they called an “election.” But that hadn’t happened in a very long time, longer than Thob’s lifetime, if it had happened at all.
One day Nish called Thob into his office. “We’ve got a bit of a situation, see, and you’re the only one I can spare.”
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Probably Bomrek had walled himself in again while building, and they needed a competent miner to break him out. Thob hefted his pickaxe.
“Fact is,” Nish continued sheepishly, “the, er… well, the booze has run out.”
The pickaxe clattered to the floor. “You’re joking, right?”
“’Fraid not. Found out at breakfast—not a drop left in the barrels, any of them.”
“How can the booze run out? We grow more plump helmets than we could eat in a year!”
“See… we don’t have a still—we can’t make any more. All we have is forges.”
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This was true. There were many forges in Lawmined, and few smiths—and no stills.
“What’ll we do?” asked Thob.
“Ah,” said Nish, “not so much we as… you. Someone needs to run out and bring back some alcohol—er, and a brewer who knows how to put a still together.”
“Run where?”
“Well, here’s my plan. Remember that letter we got a few weeks back? Said there was a new king in Dawngloves? I figure anyone calls himself ‘king for the dwarves’ ought to know a good brewer or two, and probably has a stockpile full of extra beer.” He stroked the braid of his beard. “You’ll have to go through the caverns… but I figure being a miner you’re used to that.”
“I don’t know where Dawngloves is, though.”
“No fear,” said Nish. “Let me show you. I have a map, you see—a map of all the dwarf holds in the world.” He pointed to a ragged scrap of paper on the wall.
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“We’re here, in the middle,” he said, then “Dawngloves is at the end of that valley to the west.”
“Where’s the rest of it?” asked Thob.
“Rest of what?”
“The world. There’s got to be something more.”
“That’s all that’s on the map, isn’t it?”
“But,” said Thob, “how would I get to those volcanoes up there? There’s nothing in between.”
“What does that matter? You’re not going up there, you’re going to Dawngloves. Stop changing the subject…”
And so it was that Thob Midorlibash, with only the clothes on his back and a pick in his hand, set out on the dark cavern road to Dawngloves in search of booze. Little did he know how far that search would take him…








