Thursday, January 26, 2017

100 Words a Day 1008

The melody of the goblins’ picks against the vein of ore in the mine wall melted into a painful cacophony as it echoed down tunnel and drowned out the heavy grunts of those loading chunks of rock into carts. Once the carts were full, they motored their way to the mine entrance, propelled by the enchanted devices affixed to their undercarriage. At the entrance, the goblin druids used their magic to separate ore from stone. The slag was taken to a different set of druids who would fashion it into construction materials while the ore was taken to the duergar.

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