Once, long long ago-- [ah and here is the voice of one of the old dwarves who was so old one day he just crumbled into so much dust but for his teeth (all iron struck into blades) and his eyes (two sharp flints) but those are stories for other days, the way Yngvi tells it] and nevermind any of the stories raiders tell you because raiders aren't Kirkwall in their bones so they don't know it, used to be old things there. Down in the dirt and the muck. Great big grabbing ugly things. Crabs. Big enough to pincer most things you could ever imagine clean in half. Saw part of a claw cracked open once, takes a long long time, imagine that sort of smell. Went all sorts of places with the Boneflayers but you never forget that on the right sort of tide.
Used to have a little tiddler one when I was a nipper y'know. You can still find 'em if you know where to look, course none of us live long enough to see them grow big as they should.
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[Freddie you will forever be named after foods.]
Once, long long ago-- [ah and here is the voice of one of the old dwarves who was so old one day he just crumbled into so much dust but for his teeth (all iron struck into blades) and his eyes (two sharp flints) but those are stories for other days, the way Yngvi tells it] and nevermind any of the stories raiders tell you because raiders aren't Kirkwall in their bones so they don't know it, used to be old things there. Down in the dirt and the muck. Great big grabbing ugly things. Crabs. Big enough to pincer most things you could ever imagine clean in half. Saw part of a claw cracked open once, takes a long long time, imagine that sort of smell. Went all sorts of places with the Boneflayers but you never forget that on the right sort of tide.
Used to have a little tiddler one when I was a nipper y'know. You can still find 'em if you know where to look, course none of us live long enough to see them grow big as they should.
[Kirkwall: A Bad Case of Crabs.]