A Tragedy of Impatience
She hugged him as tightly as she could and looked downward at the solid silver dagger that was buried deeply in lance's chest, an exact replica of one that her daddy kept on his correspondence desk next to a purse of dwarven silvers that he used to pay for
Looka and Miw Chapter one
He looked up the ocelot guard; it was made of dwarven metals, which was fairly obvious to him. the gearing and the movement were nearly silent, and the craftsmanship was definitely dwarven.
chapter 22
dwarven miners had dug tunels into the stone while using their magic to keep the sone from crumbling.
Pest Control - Part One
No goblins dressed in anthro or elven or dwarven made regalia in a cruel parody of those they had taken it from.
The Institute: Beta Test
He leaned down to kiss the dwarven nipples, giving them a flick with his tongue. "aye, worked on th' braids an' bumped the rez a mite or three. did a wee bit o' work on mah arse too, it feel tight enough?"
Tying Up Town Buisness
{we have heard through the dwarven grapevine that their town may become a trading hub, could you politely inform we would be interested in trade as well? if they would prefer a warm blooded envoy we can arrange it.}
Book One: A Roseless Thorn - Prologue
An impenetrable fortress so deep beneath the earth, so large in scale, and so advanced in technology, it can support the dwarven race for centuries to come!"
A Night out
The bandit ran off after seeing no actual marks on the wall and our dwarven mason was swearing over the discoloration of his walls. the guards had laughed at the bandit before they had run off.
Reincarnated as an Orc in a Fantasy Land Ch. 5
The dwarven lady shook her head. "honestly, that's none of our business. if we kept a record of that, and it got stolen, it could be used against you later on by someone. so we don't keep any record of skills or stats.
An Evening at Ironbrew's
It was owned by daddy ironbrew, the famed dwarven adventurer-turned barkeep, who always welcomed anyone in need of ale, whatever race they might be (though he -did- have a no-killing rule in place, enough to deter many cultists and the more boisterous races
Legion of Sytarel - Ch. 17: Battle of Olaraa
Around them, arion could hear the victorious dwarven cries ring out across the battle field.
Zion: Light of the New Moon, Ch 1.3. Myrh
The words held a double meaning, i could tell... and, for some reason, i couldn't help but let my eyes drift to the dwarven sword on the assasin's back as he walked off. "execution..."