From the log of Fori
Crawls in the dirt?! The irony in that insult is thick enough to cut with a knife. An earth loving dwarf accusing an elf of crawling in the dirt? And lest we forget, what ‘crawling in the dirt’ I have done made the harvests of plump helmets possible, and the ale that the dwarves love so dearly. I don’t think that Reg has any right to complain. As for wooden weapons, they proved effective enough against the goblins.
But enough about him. This should be a good day. The forgotten beast will soon be forgotten again. It lay dead in the temple like a sacrifice to the gods, killed by the brave dwarves of this fortress. It’s a testament to their skill and ferocity that they dispatched the monster without letting it even hit them. Of course, this was cause for celebration, and naturally, that involved opening up the ale stockpiles. The fighters told tales of the battle, each telling growing more elaborate in proportion to the amount of ale they imbibed, until each one was saying he was single handedly slaying the beast and all it’s spawn while simultaneously fending off attacks from giant cave spiders, defilers, and the like, all the while carrying wounded comrades on his or her back. It was actually quite amusing to listen to each of them trying to top the other’s stories.
And I’m afraid I was drunk senseless again. At first, I tried to stick with just my dimple cup tea, but the dwarves would have none of that. A bunch of them crowded around me, providing me with mugs of dwarven ale and chanting ‘Or ucat’. I think it means ‘drink the beer’ or something. I confess, I gave in. I had a mug, to the cheering of the dwarves. Then another. And another. By that point, I was drunk enough to think it was a good idea to get into a drinking contest with one of the dwarves. To the disbelief, and great amusement of the dwarves, I actually won! Of course, the dwarf I was drinking against decided to give me a handicap by chugging a keg of ale before said contest. That might have had something to do with it. Nonetheless, it earned me the title of ‘honorary dwarf’ for the evening.
Needless to say, I woke up the next morning with a pounding head. But I found judicious use of the dimple cup tea went a long way toward curing the hangover. Maybe that will get Reg off my back.
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