After a few days of living in fantastic luxury and sleeping on the softest beds, Durin ironically begins to feel uncomfortable.
Despite the earlier loss of his backpack, he has gathered up more diamonds then he can count, but it all seems too easy.
In his sleep though, he hears Mordin, All-Father of the Dwarves, calling to him…
“Why have you failed me Durin? Why, when you had the chance to battle our hated enemy, did you allow your callow friends to take you from your rightful glory?”
Upon waking, Durin knows what he must do…
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4 comments:
Yay!
Let's go kick some giant-ass (not a big rear-end you understand, but the normal-sized backside of very big ugly evil giant/troll hybrid vermin)
PPS - love the post title!
PS - good to see another God coming in!
lol, railroading! Looks like I'll have to post on here later tonight and show you guys how it's done! ;)
You keep promising so much Josh, but deliver nothing.
I hope your University work isn't the same.
:p
Well, he does do social robotics. Which is filled with promise and pretty slow on the whole delivery thing.
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