Dwarves are known in the forest as ceaseless wanderers with a taste for conflict and death. That is to say, as it were, that they do not shy from a battle or from defending the helpless- to the death. Fierce, scraggly, black bearded, axe wielding, animal skin clad, warriors that stand about as tall as a small deer; much taller than most creatures of the forest.
The Dwarves are typically observed as quick when moving, and entirely restful when resting. They are angry when angered, and quiet when calmed. The disposition of a dwarf is consistent with what is called for at any given moment and never in between. That is to say- when a Dwarf is angry, he is VERY angry with no resemblance of one who is not angry.
This attribute of a dwarf might seem an obvious and common trait among, well, every living creature on the planet, but such is not true. A mother, for example, has the unique ability to act happy when she is indeed very upset with a father. It could be said that most creatures could be observed to have the ability to suppress one emotion or another in the interest of diplomacy, preservation, or civility. A Dwarf has no such ability.
Because of this unique character trait, dwarves are not typically invited into social settings, nor would they except such an invitation if one were mistakenly offered. Instead, a dwarf finds fulfillment in searching out creatures in need, battling that creature’s adversary to the death, and then continuing on with no expectation of reward.
There is a very well-known and tragic tale of a chipmunk arguing with a field mouse over ownership of an acorn; a harmless argument that no doubt should have ended civilly. A dwarf happened to be passing by and the chipmunk mistakenly asked the dwarf to “back him up on this”. The skin of the field mouse is now a permanent part of the dwarf’s wrist band. The Chipmunk feels terrible.
With a reputation as described, it is understandable why Chester the Woodling is so apprehensive in the presence of the Dwarf named Vin; especially considering the fact that Vin no longer appears confidently calm and restful. Vin actually appears to be at least flirting with the notion of settling his mood into the ‘angry’ category. The dwarf has at least made it obvious that he is not in favor of the plan to separate him from the magical dimension/ time jumping Gnome that sits smiling happily on his shoulder.
From inside the small carriage that is strapped comfortably to the underbelly of a small deer, the Dwarf’s battle worn face looked menacingly large. Chester lay petrified on the floor having been startled there by the sudden appearance of the Dwarf face outside. Chester’s teeth chatter had been brought on by the declaration of Vin that the plan he overheard to separate him from the Gnome was “Never going to happen”.
O’Malley; dressed in a perfectly constructed green suit complete with split tail coat and top hat, pretentiously stroked his large red beard as he proceeded to tell Vin how it was. “That’s the only way’t’cn happen!” O’Malley insisted.
“No! Nope! Ah… Vin. There’s, uh… Vin, there’s probably something we can do…” Chester said, desperately attempting to settle the Dwarf. Chester hurriedly stood to his feet.
“Noe!” The Elf insisted arrogantly. “Yure a daft fool, ya’ar! There’n’t another wey!”
Chester looked at Talo for something- anything, but received a blank shake of the head as if to say nothing at all.
The giant dwarf head left from the view of the carriage as Vin stood upright and Chester tepidly exited the carriage onto the small branch outside, never taking his eyes off the Dwarf’s eyes; watching for the switch from calm to angry.
“Now Vin” Chester said calmly, “Vin, can we hear the elves out before we...”
“He’s mine.” Vin proclaimed in an oddly monotone voice. Clear to Chester, Vin was referring to the Gnome.
“Okay, Vin” Chester said, shooting a quick confused glance at Talo, watching the precarious negotiation from the window of the carriage. “Okay, yes, he’s yours. I don’t think that O’Malley is saying you can’t… uh… keep him.”
“That’s ex’actly what’I’m sayin’!” O’Malley said with complete disregard to placating the Dwarf.
The Gnome, sitting on the Dwarf’s shoulder and smiling like a fool, stood to his feet and steadied himself by holding on to the coarse hairs of the Dwarf’s neck beard. “Aigh, That’s a good idea, that is.”
Faye, the Pixie, flew down and landed on the branch next to Chester and said urgently “Get control of this!”
“Th’Gnome cn on’ly have one!” O’Malley explained “Until th’Dwarf’is parm’natly in th’Gnome’s realm. Then, th’Gnome could come back’n fin’ anoth’r- this Sasquatch menace, as it were. That’s’th’onlee wey!”
Chester’s faced blanked as his mind searched for an interpretation of what the red bearded elf had just said.
“He’s saying” Fay explained irritably, “That until that Gnome abandons the Dwarf permanently in the Gnome realm; where they go when they’re disappearing all the time, the Gnome can’t have another creature friend; another shoulder to ride around on.”
Chester still struggled to understand. Then his mind finished ciphering what the elf had said moments earlier and it became clear to him. “Okay?” He said, “So… wait, then- we won’t have the Dwarf to help us against the Sasquatch?” Chester continued to piece it all together. “We need the Dwarf!” He proclaimed.
“It’s th’Dwarf or th’Gnome!” O’Malley said. “Ya can’t hav’em both!”
The Elves had accurately deduced that the Dwarf was so addicted to the Gnome realm that there would be no way he would agree to separating from the Gnome and risk being trapped in this world. Their solution was for the Gnome to abandon the Dwarf in the Gnome’s realm and return to get the Sasquatch. This of course meant that the Dwarf would not be present to protect the group when confronting the Sasquatch, which was unsettling for Chester, as the Dwarf had been the employed to do just that.
To Be Continued……………………….
The Dwarves are typically observed as quick when moving, and entirely restful when resting. They are angry when angered, and quiet when calmed. The disposition of a dwarf is consistent with what is called for at any given moment and never in between. That is to say- when a Dwarf is angry, he is VERY angry with no resemblance of one who is not angry.
This attribute of a dwarf might seem an obvious and common trait among, well, every living creature on the planet, but such is not true. A mother, for example, has the unique ability to act happy when she is indeed very upset with a father. It could be said that most creatures could be observed to have the ability to suppress one emotion or another in the interest of diplomacy, preservation, or civility. A Dwarf has no such ability.
Because of this unique character trait, dwarves are not typically invited into social settings, nor would they except such an invitation if one were mistakenly offered. Instead, a dwarf finds fulfillment in searching out creatures in need, battling that creature’s adversary to the death, and then continuing on with no expectation of reward.
There is a very well-known and tragic tale of a chipmunk arguing with a field mouse over ownership of an acorn; a harmless argument that no doubt should have ended civilly. A dwarf happened to be passing by and the chipmunk mistakenly asked the dwarf to “back him up on this”. The skin of the field mouse is now a permanent part of the dwarf’s wrist band. The Chipmunk feels terrible.
With a reputation as described, it is understandable why Chester the Woodling is so apprehensive in the presence of the Dwarf named Vin; especially considering the fact that Vin no longer appears confidently calm and restful. Vin actually appears to be at least flirting with the notion of settling his mood into the ‘angry’ category. The dwarf has at least made it obvious that he is not in favor of the plan to separate him from the magical dimension/ time jumping Gnome that sits smiling happily on his shoulder.
From inside the small carriage that is strapped comfortably to the underbelly of a small deer, the Dwarf’s battle worn face looked menacingly large. Chester lay petrified on the floor having been startled there by the sudden appearance of the Dwarf face outside. Chester’s teeth chatter had been brought on by the declaration of Vin that the plan he overheard to separate him from the Gnome was “Never going to happen”.
O’Malley; dressed in a perfectly constructed green suit complete with split tail coat and top hat, pretentiously stroked his large red beard as he proceeded to tell Vin how it was. “That’s the only way’t’cn happen!” O’Malley insisted.
“No! Nope! Ah… Vin. There’s, uh… Vin, there’s probably something we can do…” Chester said, desperately attempting to settle the Dwarf. Chester hurriedly stood to his feet.
“Noe!” The Elf insisted arrogantly. “Yure a daft fool, ya’ar! There’n’t another wey!”
Chester looked at Talo for something- anything, but received a blank shake of the head as if to say nothing at all.
The giant dwarf head left from the view of the carriage as Vin stood upright and Chester tepidly exited the carriage onto the small branch outside, never taking his eyes off the Dwarf’s eyes; watching for the switch from calm to angry.
“Now Vin” Chester said calmly, “Vin, can we hear the elves out before we...”
“He’s mine.” Vin proclaimed in an oddly monotone voice. Clear to Chester, Vin was referring to the Gnome.
“Okay, Vin” Chester said, shooting a quick confused glance at Talo, watching the precarious negotiation from the window of the carriage. “Okay, yes, he’s yours. I don’t think that O’Malley is saying you can’t… uh… keep him.”
“That’s ex’actly what’I’m sayin’!” O’Malley said with complete disregard to placating the Dwarf.
The Gnome, sitting on the Dwarf’s shoulder and smiling like a fool, stood to his feet and steadied himself by holding on to the coarse hairs of the Dwarf’s neck beard. “Aigh, That’s a good idea, that is.”
Faye, the Pixie, flew down and landed on the branch next to Chester and said urgently “Get control of this!”
“Th’Gnome cn on’ly have one!” O’Malley explained “Until th’Dwarf’is parm’natly in th’Gnome’s realm. Then, th’Gnome could come back’n fin’ anoth’r- this Sasquatch menace, as it were. That’s’th’onlee wey!”
Chester’s faced blanked as his mind searched for an interpretation of what the red bearded elf had just said.
“He’s saying” Fay explained irritably, “That until that Gnome abandons the Dwarf permanently in the Gnome realm; where they go when they’re disappearing all the time, the Gnome can’t have another creature friend; another shoulder to ride around on.”
Chester still struggled to understand. Then his mind finished ciphering what the elf had said moments earlier and it became clear to him. “Okay?” He said, “So… wait, then- we won’t have the Dwarf to help us against the Sasquatch?” Chester continued to piece it all together. “We need the Dwarf!” He proclaimed.
“It’s th’Dwarf or th’Gnome!” O’Malley said. “Ya can’t hav’em both!”
The Elves had accurately deduced that the Dwarf was so addicted to the Gnome realm that there would be no way he would agree to separating from the Gnome and risk being trapped in this world. Their solution was for the Gnome to abandon the Dwarf in the Gnome’s realm and return to get the Sasquatch. This of course meant that the Dwarf would not be present to protect the group when confronting the Sasquatch, which was unsettling for Chester, as the Dwarf had been the employed to do just that.
To Be Continued……………………….