Borin's Tales
Misadventures of a dwarf far from home undertaking a remarkable journey
The Day I Almost Impressed a Princess
My name is Borin, and I am, by most measurable standards, unremarkable. I know this because my school report says so. Every year. In red ink. Underlined. Professor Grumthar even added a small drawing of a shrugging dwarf last semester, which I thought was a nice personal touch.
I'm forty-six years old, which — before you make that face — is perfectly young for a dwarf. We don't even start growing our third chin hair until fifty. I'm in my final year at the Underpeak Academy of Practical Sciences, in the great dwarven fortress of the Rumbling Deeps, where "practical" means they make you carry rocks up stairs for reasons no one has ever satisfactorily explained.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. You'll want the basics.
All Stories
The Day I Almost Impressed a Princess
My name is Borin, and I am, by most measurable standards, unremarkable. But that never stopped me from trying to impress the most beautiful dwarf in all the Rumbling Deeps.
The Great Mopping
My punishment was simple: mop the Great Crossing until it shines. What nobody mentioned was the garbage chute, the forbidden chamber, or the portal to another world.
The Boar
Stranded on a sunlit hillside after tumbling through an ancient portal, I faced my first surface-world challenge: three hundred pounds of angry pork with tusks the length of my forearm. My only weapon? A mop.
Meet Borin
Borin is a dwarf with a blond beard, a keen sense of adventure, and an unfortunate tendency to find trouble. Whether he's reigniting ancient forges, solving tavern mysteries, or facing down dragons, his stories blend epic fantasy with humor and heart.
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