Digging
Posted: Tue Mar 01, 2005 11:05 pm
Durin wipes a bead of sweat off of his face. He looks down at where he is mining, and throws a small rock over into a crate.
*clunk* *clunk* *clunk*
On and on he digs, deep into the cave. After hours of constant digging, he stops for a break. He sits down, pours a bucket of water down his head, his beard dripping with water, and he pulls out a beer which he drinks greedily.
After a short sit, he gathers his tools and rocks, and leaves.
Night after night he searches in the dwarven libraries for maps of the old caverns.
He looks for lost, forgotten caves that the dwarves have not been in many years.
He studies the maps and drawings of the caves, searching and searching...
*clunk* *clunk* *clunk*
On and on he digs, deep into the cave. After hours of constant digging, he stops for a break. He sits down, pours a bucket of water down his head, his beard dripping with water, and he pulls out a beer which he drinks greedily.
After a short sit, he gathers his tools and rocks, and leaves.
Night after night he searches in the dwarven libraries for maps of the old caverns.
He looks for lost, forgotten caves that the dwarves have not been in many years.
He studies the maps and drawings of the caves, searching and searching...