Stories
Adventures of Borin the dwarf warrior
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.
Smoke on the Hill
Lost on the surface with nothing but a broken mop handle, I followed a trail of smoke to a farmstead and discovered two things: human children are surprisingly effective language teachers, and something in the woods has very, very large teeth.
What the Hammer Sang
I needed a weapon to fight wolves that could tear through oak fencing. I had a sad forge, worse iron, and the certain knowledge that what I was about to make would shame every dwarven smith who ever lived. Then the hammer started singing.
Where the Wolves Went
The wolves came back. Nine of them this time, organized and patient and wrong in every way wolves should be wrong. But I had Rensting, and the boar had decided it was tired of watching, and together we held the line. Then I followed the wolves to where they came from. I should not have followed the wolves to where they came from.