I'm a Duergar and I'm OkayIn a dingy tavern in some forgotten city, you sit down for a drink. You find that you're sharing a table with a dwarf, one with a long, frazzled, stained beard, bushy eyebrows, stained and frazzled hair, wearing a suit of plate armor, and with a massive warhammer next to him. He nods at you from across the table, and sets aside his mug of ale. You inquire if he is an adventurer, and he chuckles, stares into the fire, and begins to speak. His voice is heavy with the unmistakable accent of a Duergar, slightly difficult to understand at times, but generally recognizable. (The accent is similar to one with a heavy Scottish accent, so just picture either a scottish person talking or Hagrid)I'm a Duergar and I'm Okay by Kingkahn222
Well now... ye want tae hear a story, do yeh? Alright.. but just the one. Yeh may be wondering who I am. My name is Byron Thunderbeard, and this be the story of how I died... Your mouth gapes in shock, and you wonder if you have chanced upon a spirit, but the Duergar merely bursts out laughing.
Out of the Grave, Into the DesertChapter 2Out of the Grave, Into the Desert by Kingkahn222
As I walked to the door, Vincent tapped me on the shoulder. "Here." He said, handing me a pair of sunglasses. "You might want these."
Blushing slightly, I took them and put them on. We stepped outside into the glaring sunlight. I was glad he had thought to give me the sunglasses.
As I adjusted to the sunlight, a robot came up to us. It was tall, bulky and got around by driving itself on one powered wheel. Instead of a sensor eye,
it had a picture of a cowboy on a screen as a sort of face. "Howdy Pardner! Glad to see you on your feet again!" Vincent leaned towards me and whispered
"That's Victor. He's the one who dug you up and brought you to the doc. You owe him your life." I looked at the robot again, the face on the screen smiled at me.
"Thanks, I guess. But how come you didn't stop them shooting me?" Victor's face changed to look sad."I woulda liked to help you pardner, but I wouldn't have been much good.
There were 4 of them, and one of me. It would have meant both of us
Out of the Grave, Into the DesertChapter 1, AwakeningOut of the Grave, Into the Desert by Kingkahn222
Pain. Blinding, white hot pain. Was this how my life would end? And for what? A stupid Coin or whatever the man in the checkered suit had called it? These were the last thoughts and sensations before my mind shut down and I sank into the crushing black oblivion that was death. Next thing I knew, I was opening my eyes, to a blinding white light, My mouth felt like I had just drank Brahmin piss, and my head felt like it had been slammed in a drawer lined with nails. I blinked a couple of times, and the pain lessened.and as my vision returened, I saw a slowly rotating fan on a dull plaster ceiling.
As I tried to sit up, the pain in my head increased tenfold and I started to feel sick. A warm, dry and gentle set of hands grabbed me and helped ease me back down, and a man's voice said "Easy there! You've been little more than a breathing corpse for the last couple days, take it slow or you'll hurt yourself! I'm Vincent, but you can call me Vinnie, everyone does. Wish yo