Hood and Boots
Zakkar again reflected on his dwarven companion's truly prodigious strength. he took a moment to thank pulura that she had never turned her strength or martial prowess against him. his hand subconsciously rubbed his hood again.
The Field Mission
His face and chest a mask of blood, missing an arm, hurled himself at the priestess, battering at her with an axe and screaming dwarven curses. she screamed back as her spell was lost and she turned to defend herself.
Ch. 8: Boot Camp
Otherwise their knowledge of dwarven brawling would have had you beat before you could strike down your first victim." thora walked away from him, then added, "not bad for a woman, huh?"
Knowledge isn't Always Good
There were three dwarven made kilns, obviously so they each had their own, there was a child building fires under each. these workers were joking with each other, the human was ribbing the other two about how slow they were.
Servant of Darkness - Ch. 6: The Priest from Xenaria
The news of a dwarven thief running amok in the city wouldn't take long to circulate around the various neighborhoods. he couldn't allow himself to be seen in maika's house and risk getting her and her family caught up in his mess.
Black Magic - Chapter Twelve: Badlands Drifters
Sadly, it's looking like crude oil might end up being a rare find in the badlands, cementing steam technology as the future of dwarven engineering.
Black Magic - Chapter Eleven: Disbanding
"there's a fair amount of dwarven currency and several days worth of food rations inside, not to mention a few other necessities.
Scales and Honor- Night Rising: Epilogue
Nigel hisses, his thoughts going to the temple in dwarven lands his minions had uncovered. it had spoken of needing a dragon of pure heart to open it.
Legion of Sytarel - Ch. 12 - Meeting with the Gnolls
This time, the armies marched north through the dwarven nation and assaulted the trade capital, sanctuary. "we intend to head to the heart of the continent and destroy their trade and communications hub.
Embers of Dawn: Chapter 8: Gifts Given Freely
_” pyretalon regarded the tankard with disdain, then lifted his own drink, a deep black dwarven spirit in a wide stone bowl, the rim stained from years of flame and soot. he took a sip and let out a low, full-body shudder. “ahhh. old dwarven reliable.”
Between Winters, Part XII - Point of Ignition
The dwarven warriors that he had expected were nowhere to be seen. "greyrobes?", silverspear instantly recognised the characteristic apparel of the mages.
Darzhja Chapter 1 (Originally from Writing.com)
It was a dwarven infant girl hanging on and tugging on me, giggling the whole time. "sorry darzhja, she's quite energetic today." said a dwarven woman who worked as a waitress in one of my favorite inns. "no worries mrs. kagger. how's your man?"