Raised by a Dwarf

[Fenrir13]

In the underground dwarf city of Durrothar young dwarf miner Tymun Orebreaker just returned home from a hard day of work in the mines. Tymun was your typical stocky dwarf with a long bushy beard that was deep red and decorated with some bronze rings, symbolizing his status as a commoner. His clothes were simple and dirty, befitting a miner and he wore a helmet with a candle attached to it to protect his head from falling debris and light the way in the dark. Tymun opened the heavy oak door of his house and stepped in. It was nothing Fancy, but as most dwarf houses very homely with a big hearth that spread comfortable warmth and lighted the whole place nicely.

He took of his helmet and looked around for someone. For Tymun wasn´t your typical dwarf, years ago he had adopted a young human girl when he travaled across the country with a caravan of dwarfen settlers and came into a poor village. The people had been close to starvation and thus a mother of five had asked him to take care of her youngest daughter. Tymun had been eager to accept for he had always wanted a child. In dwarfen society only the rich and succesful usually were able to get children, because there were very few woman born to dwarfes and these were fiercely protected by their parents.

Of course he loved her very much, like only a dwarfen father could love his darling girl, but he didn´t shy away from giving her the ocassional spanking and chores in the house. Tymun sighted deeply and dipped his broad shoulders. Work had really worn him out today and he looked Forward to a nice meal and a hot bath to wash the dirt from his body.

"Dear, were are you?", he called,"Did you prepare my food like I asked you this morning? I am starving…and it would also be nice if you could heat up some water so I can take a bath." Tymun sunk into his armchair next to the fire and closed his eyes, the tiredness threatening to overcome him.

[Sassy_World900]

Gwen was different from the people she was surrounded by. For she is human in a Dwarf society. It's all a blur to her, but what she remembers, she came from a poor village. She remembers the cries and screams other kids around her. Some older, some younger. There was a woman there, but barely spoke a word to her. The only thing that was clear was the day Tymun came in and smiled at her.

Now being the only human was a bit challenging. She has a hard time making friends and some of the elders were uncertain of her. That didn't really bother her though. She spends most of her days in the house. Right now she was in her room,when she heard the door open. She gets up from her desk and carefully steps around the mess in her room to leave.


Closing the door behind her, she hears her father calling out to her. "I'm coming." she tells him and enters the room he was in. Seeing him made her smile. "Welcome back." she said. Making her way to the kitchen. There was a cauldron over a fire where a stew was cooked and staying room. Getting a bowl to and put some of the stew into it. She takes it to the dwarf and hands it over to him. "It's nice and hot." she tells him.


When asked if she will heat up some water, she nods her head. "Sure." she tells him. "How was your day?"

[Fenrir13]

(Nice post, but could you tell me how old Gwen is and describe her appearance a Little?)

Tymun was sorry that Gwen had such a hard time making friends and fitting in, but it was still better than the life she would have had in that poor Village. Besides he did his best to help her and made introductions to some families he knew that had Kids her age she could spend time with.

When he saw his Girl he smiled back. "Hello."; he simply said and followed Gwen into the kitchen. Smelling the stew only increased his Appetite and he quickly sat down, waiting for his meal. "Thank you, it smells delicious!", Tymun said when his daughter handed the bowl over and quickly tasted it, discovering that it was just as good as it smelled. "Seems like your cooking skills have improved again.", he commented and quickly emptied the bowl, after all he was really hungry.

He smiled again when Gwen agreed to draw him a bath and then asked how his day was. "Mostly uneventful. We dug deeper, hoping to discover some ore, but didn´t find any. In another tunnel they were attacked by some dark elf scouts, but they quickly fought them off.", he reported and leaned back in his seat, enjoying the feeling of the hot stew warming his belly.

"What did you do all day?", he then asked, wondering what Gwen was up to alone in the house without friends.

[Sassy_World900]

Even with him stepping in and introducing her to families with kids of her age. They act as though she was some another world. Since she was taller the the kids her ages, she tends to knock them over and plays a bit rougher. None of it was on purpose or out of spite. It took time and she learned to be more careful, but word got around and kids either stay away from her or pick on her.


Hearing him compliment her cooking made her smile. "Yeah only cut myself once and got no blood on the food." she tells him and shoes the wrapped finger to show she did got cut while cutting the meat. It wasn't that big or deep, but it stings. She also got a little bit of sauce on her tan top, but there were other stains on it as well. Very colorful ones.


When asked about her day, her emerald green eyes sparkled. "I had quite the adventure with Sir Roland!" she said excitedly. Sir Roland was a character she made up in her head. Since the nine year old didn't have friends, she made one and a world where he exist. Now she knew that he wasn't real like standing there with them. But she plays in her room and makes up stories. When she comes up with a story she likes, she writes it down and draws out the scene. Hence the colorful stains on her clothes. Also her long dirt brown hair was up in a pony tail.

[Fenrir13]

(Sorry for taking so long. Hope to you have still time to play. I´ll change the giant rats in my last post to dark elf scouts. Seems much cooler and Maybe we can do something with it later.)

"Oh, hope it didn´t hurt too bad.", Tymun said as she showed him the cut. He didn´t mind that she got her top dirty as long as it got cleaned later. After all she stayed in the house.

The dwarf smiled as the girl mentioned Sir Roland. It was only normal for a nine year old so lonely to come up with an imaginary friend. "Oh, so you two had fun? What were you up to?". he asked, enjoying the talk with his young daughter. Since he had adopted her he never felt lonely.

A couple of minutes after he said that he heard a knock on the door. "Coming!", Tymun called loudly and got up. "I wonder who it is…", he told his daughter and walked to the entrance to his house to open the door.

[Sassy_World900]

When asked if it hurt, she shook her head no. "It stung for a moment but not anymore." she tells him.


Then she was asked about her adventure with Sir Roland. "We went out on a quest for a small village that told us that the land was suddenly cursed and the young and old were getting very sick. So Sir Roland and I took it upon ourselves to get tot he bottom of it. I can show you the pictures after your bath!" she said excitedly. For she loves to show off her work to him. Since there was no one else to see them. Though that doesn't bother her.


Just then there was a knock at the door. She wondered who that was. She trails behind her father, but hid behind the door frame between the kitchen and living area. She can see who was at the door without answering it. She was a bit awkward towards people, but was also curious.

[Fenrir13]

"Alright, I am glad you are okay.", he said when she said it didn´t hurt anymore.

"I´d love to see that Picture of yours, you are such a good Artist for your age.", he praised her and then answered the door. It was a dwarf with a grey beard with silver rings woven into it clad in chainmail. He briefly looked at Gwen, smiling at the Girl before turning towards her father. Most adult dwarfs were curious yet polite towards the child.

The message of the dwarf was quite alarming. Apparently the dark elves and the "green skins" were planing to attack the City and Tymun had to get Ready to join the militia. The dwarf looked at his Young charge, wondering how she responded to the News.

[Sassy_World900]

She sees that it was another dwarf at the door. Who was him smile and returned a shy one back to him. For it would of been rule to ignore him, but was shy to say an actual hello. She listen in as he tells her father that there dark elves and 'green skins' coming to attack their city. This sounded bad, but knew that Sir Roland would help out and so shall see.


She runs to her room and grabs things she would need for battle. Granted she does not own anything that would be used for battle, but she will use what she has. Which was a oak wood bucket to be used as a helmet. She tied a pillow around her chest to act as armor. She slipped on her boots and lastly grabbed an old shovel that used to belong to Tymun. He gave it to her when he got a new one.


Once she was 'suited' up. She comes back and stands there proudly. "I am ready to help!"

[Fenrir13]

When the two dwarfs saw the child in her "armor" they both had to laugh. "I am sorry Young miss, but I don´t suppose you will be much help in that get up!", the grey bearded dwarf said, wiping away tears of laughter. "Gwen, we don´t have time for games, this is serious.", Tymun said, chiding her softly. He gently pushed her back into the house, out of the sight of the older dwarf. They then talked for a little while longer before Gwens Father said goodbye and closed the door. In a couple of days he had to report to the militia and see what the dwarven commander had planned to do against the dark elf Raids and their orc alliance.

Tymun returned sighting and looked at Gwen sadly. "Well. it seems the peaceful times are over. Durrothar is still a Young Settlement, I suppose the orcs and dark elves thus think its an easy target. We´ll better teach them a lesson they won´t soon Forget.", he talked to the Girl.

[Sassy_World900]

Her face turned a little bit of pink and pouts a little. This was the best she could come up with in a short notices. When her own father told her this wasn't the time for 'games', that made her heart hurt a little. She wasn't treating it as a game, she really wanted to help. She did not say a word as she was pushed back into the house. Gwen waits until they were done to see what was happening.


It felt like forever, but her father comes back in and she looks at him for what was happening. By the way he was talking she knew that there was no backing out of this. "So what do we do?" she asked. And by we, she meant herself as well. Thinking that if she could help in the battle then maybe, just maybe. People would like her more in the village, maybe even gain a friend. "I'm ready whenever. Just give me the word."