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Oups! I'm such a bad girl, I skipped so many writing days even though I was trying not to write a 50 000 word novel but to pick up the habit of writing frequently if not everyday. I believe I might be trying to achieve to many goals at once I am also trying to modify my lifestyle by eating better, which means learning to cook more than 4 dishes as well as exercising since my ass rarely leaves a chair due to work and my hobbies that are all done from a chair and a computer. Right now, changing my lifestyle to feel better about myself seems to be more important than Nanowrimo but at least I am writing more often than I have been in the past year since I quit University. Plus I have been fighting the urge to edit my prologue (see previous posts). Anyways here's the first bit of chapter one. I'm taking a break to eat now and will return to it some time later tonight since I already know what to write it's just that I'm bored so I'll write some more when I've amused myself a little. :)

In the murky underground tunnels a wall of rough stone was vibrating causing the surrounding stalactites to shake furiously shedding their mineral powder like dark snow. A group of shadows were prowling through the artificial night looking for an exit. A crouched shadow near the wall gesticulated a complicated hand movement and the group halted and melded with the stone thus disappearing from view. They waited patiently. They were listening and calculating how many Dwarves was on the other side of that wall. The presence of chisel and axe sounds meant they were near the ground. The crouched shadow grinned at the thought of reward from his queen. Their objective would be met with hardly any effort. It was a waiting game. The Dwarves would do the work for them. Killing them would be easy, thought the crouched shadow. There was only twelve or thirteen of them probably lightly armed. He could feel the mounting tension in his companions; their intent to kill was bubbling. They hadn’t had much pleasure in the past weeks other than the random underground creature that was hardly any match for them. The dwarves would allow them to test their skill a little. The wall was spurting specs of dust and little rocks, it would breach soon thought the leader. With another intricate hand gesture he commanded his followers to be at the ready. Although he knew it was useless they already were. They lusted after painful screams and begging. He nimbly moved across the rough rock surface positioning himself barely two feet in front of the wall. He was tall; standing his hood brushed the ceiling. Dwarves had obviously originally carved these tunnels. He spat on the ground in disgust. The underground belonged to his people. Kerese hated intruders. Using both his hands in a circular motion he conjured a globe of darkness between him and the wall. A space in which not even the darkness accustomed Dwarves would see in. He could hear their joyful singing as they hammered the rock and it made him wince. Their voices are loud and annoying, he thought. He’ll be glad to slit their throats and watch has their voices fade into oblivion. Kerese unsheathed his scimitar from his belt and crouched the wall was about ready to break and he would jump in the confused fray of sightless Dwarves and with a few turns and twists he would defeat them all or so he thought.

Goran was first to breach a small hole in the wall and he noticed right away that something was not right. He could see nothing ahead. Even in these lightless corridors he could usually distinguish basic shapes. The darkness before him made him feel dizzy and powerless as his all his senses where going crazy but before he could do anything about it his twelve companions pushed onward and the entirety of the wall disappeared and only darkness stood before them. Instinctively, they halted their hands on their weapons. They knew that their shared the underground with fowl creatures.

FIGHT

Davben crushing with his foot the throat of the single remaining dark elf joke heartedly with his friends. These damn Drow are like women an annoyance that never leave ye alone. The companions whom tended their cuts and bruises laughed sparingly. It had been a harsh fight. They worried about the presence of dark elves so close to the surface. Last time they had been seen was the war two hundred years ago. Even their usual, what they called fun, killing raids on the surface had cease completely. Most believed that they had been eradicated during the war. Hey ye, barrel head idiot what ye and your friend be doing so high up from your caves? Asked Davben removing a little weight from his foot in order for the dark elf to speak. Kerese gasped with his hands around Davben’s leg he tried to swing him off but the weight of a Dwarf is rather comparable to most habitable structures. Ye still not ready to talk, eh spoke Davben as he used the long handle to his battleaxe to gut the Drow in the stomach.