Beneath a mountain majestic
A mountain is above me. I wish I could climb it and summit with pride.
Too bad I am underneath the mountain… with a spoon worn down to a nubbin, a cracked headlamp that only shines half the time, and enough rations to see me through to next week sometime. I have found some tools lying about, but nothing to really speed me along. And I am an adventuring party of one.
Oh, and did I mention the goblins?
I keep hearing them bark and snarl from not too far behind me.
But they are catching up.
The drums. The drums from the deep.
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Shit, I have somehow stumbled into Moria. (A mine they call it. A mine!)
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And here I thought it was only a job. I guess I will have to follow my nose.
That way smells less foul.
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