A trouble atracting dwarf mutters



  • Dere’s sumthin realy wrong ‘round ere. Whenever oi go – BAM – trouble.

    First, ‘t was dose tree leafs falling up. Ye know, frum da groun ta da sky. Weird.

    Right after dat, da Vampire in da cript… twice!

    Not to mention sum oder times when things did no go as expected. Ye know, skeleton archers an' such.

    Den, da frog. Ye know, da one dat did not kill imsef banging tis head ‘gainst da door. Me head still hurts frum sum of da punches, eh.

    Da goblins dat attacked da gates sum nights ago.

    Da several Hook Horros da oder night too.

    Now, da undead dat lead us into da cript agin, followed by da drow leaving un message, eh.

    Sum’s not right, me says. Not right at all.
    And Oi blame Ras. He was dere almost all da times, eh. So, dis can only mean he’s atracting dis trouble.

    Er maybe Cael´s fault, he was dere most'a times too. And he has pointy ears, too. Ye know, dose really call problems ‘ attention.

    Juss cant be me, 'cause Oi' m lucky, eh



  • Labur chuckles

    oi mes just upset e nae saven any o dey ales fur mes

    Runs off to catch up with Vander



  • Aye. Ere oi go…..................... ungain.

    In sum time, wull 'ead to sum place 'n take care 'f sum shadowfarks. Er un shadowdragon. Mebe oi shuld pau mur atention durin the meetin's.

    Dem gud folks 'round ere shuld know tis always un requirement ta ave un dwarf unround fer dis kinda stuff.

    Gud thin Labur wull be deres too, eh. Kin't go wrong wit two dwarfs near. Aye.

    Dem long leggers will learn sum day, oi'm sures.

    Anyway, tis will be proof oi was roit, and tis Ras who's da trouble magnet, eh.

    Tis time ta make sum final arrengements fer da trip.

    (He picks himself up grunting, and heads north)



  • (Some days later the beardless bald smiley dwarf displays his proficiency at the old dwarven tradition of muttering and drinking at the same time)

    Mistery solved. Definatelly Ras' fault.

    He s da only un Oi know dat can find un hobgoblin dat can set un trap.

    And dat s dat.

    (downs one more botle of ale, before showing a broad smile, obviously proud of his epiphany)



  • Drow left a message, lad? what'd it say?