Pinned up in the Fluffy Sheep Tavern is a badly written parchment which is just readable
I'm wunderin why the Free Dwarv'n Smithy is dark.
tis no wunder why it's not being used
ye have ta wait till 4 hours after the suns risen till ye can start work.
it would be much (writing has been sounded out here) a-pre-ci-ated
if some one wuld put some lights in.
((the writing gets much smaller here and is hard to see)) I would pay fer it to make sure it happens
Sen me a message
(bad scrawl across the bottom of the page)
Thargon Bloodstone
Dwarven smithery lights
Moderator: Gamemasters
Re: Dwarven smithery lights
*A discrete note is added*
Thargon,
The smithy you refer to is owned by the Town of Troll's Bane and has not been Dwarven property for many years. As it is a building administered by the Government for use by the public I will contact the builder to arrange installation of some lamps or torch holders.
Thank you for advising of your concerns.
Regards,
Oxi
Thargon,
The smithy you refer to is owned by the Town of Troll's Bane and has not been Dwarven property for many years. As it is a building administered by the Government for use by the public I will contact the builder to arrange installation of some lamps or torch holders.
Thank you for advising of your concerns.
Regards,
Oxi
Re: Dwarven smithery lights
A note in a stiff gothic style script is added to the bottom
Wot be 'appening te the young dwarfs o' teday!
more lights!, lights!. No! blessed dark te rest in,
and have ye deep thoughts in.
Only in the dark and quiet o' the deep place's in
th' earth can ye hear the words o' the deep one.
Wot be 'appening te the young dwarfs o' teday!
more lights!, lights!. No! blessed dark te rest in,
and have ye deep thoughts in.
Only in the dark and quiet o' the deep place's in
th' earth can ye hear the words o' the deep one.
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Re: Dwarven smithery lights
The deep one sleeps, he does not speak
In the place, where dark and quiet
Makes ones thoughts, all come to naught
Night! Night! t'is a headache alright
But, tell me, where's the end to this blight?
In an airy, cursive style the above
In the place, where dark and quiet
Makes ones thoughts, all come to naught
Night! Night! t'is a headache alright
But, tell me, where's the end to this blight?
In an airy, cursive style the above