Did I really think I’d find it here, in these dank tunnels miles under the earth? Not that the tunnels bother me – I am a Dwarf after all, and love the feel of earth and stone above and below. But to be driven by Theran-paid Orks to find elemental earth to fuel Theran conquests offends me to my core.
No, this was a fool’s errand, and I am the greatest fool of all. My life’s work… to end up here with so little opportunity for escape. Alas, it isn’t here. Just like every other place it was supposed to be. The trouble with prophecies – so fickle, so uninforming. No good there – anyone spouting prophecies should be hanged. Thier bloody words have fools like me wasting their lives chasing dreams. Gods below, what I wouldn’t give for red meat on the bone and a good pipe afterward. My hands and knees ache and I wonder if I’ll honestly be able to hold a quill ever again.
Ironic, isn’t it, that knowledge meant for so many, meant to bring hope to so many, could be so elusive to the one who seeks it with the greatest need.
Those around me die daily, coughing black dust or simply wasting from exhaustion. But there are a few I watch carefully. A few with fire in their bellies, that still flinch from the whip, not away, but toward action. I know, deep in my bones, that something is about to happen. Perhaps I’m not as far from it as I imagined. Soon…