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mrkida-art · 7 months
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Dwarf sisters from Ered Mithrin
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dwarf-posting · 5 months
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Do you rock and stone?
Do I rock and stone?
Do I rock and stone?
Do I rock and stone?
DO I ROCK AND STONE?
OF FUCKING COURSE I ROCK AND STONE!
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flareboi · 6 months
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do you guys think vampire perk has side effects
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here’s a bonus drawing if you’d like. he gets a little slobbery 😭
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[i’m not veri good at drawing dwarves yet u~u so pls don’t kill me lmao]
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welshoot · 8 months
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An Analysis of Dire Crowley
Crowley is weird. We don’t know how old he is, what magic he has, who he’s twisted from or even where his homeland is. What we do have is a few clues. (The rest of the analysis is under the cut due to length).
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The symbol of NRC is a raven/crow holding some keys and wearing a collar, a collar that resembles Grim’s, save for its more key-like shape.
Crowley himself has keys all over his outfit, and has a connection to crows (CROWley). Since we don’t know his age he could be the founder of NRC for all we know. But that would be a debate for another time.
Crowley himself is a rather fishy individual. His name itself is suspicious. Dire can mean: 1.  (a situation or event) extremely serious or urgent or 2. (of a warning or threat) presaging disaster. His last name, Crowley, is an Anglicized form of Gaelic Ó Cruadhlaoich ‘descendant of Cruadhlaoch’, a personal name composed of the elements cruadh ‘hardy’ + laoch ‘hero’. So it loosely translates out into ‘Descendant of the hardy hero.’ So the descendant of a hero that has something do with either an urgent event or a warning of a disaster. So could Crowley have something to do with one of our beloved heroes?  There is also the theory that his name comes from Aleister Crowley, an occultist who became known as “The wickedest man in the world.” Quite at odds with Mr. “Because I’m so kind.” Both of these thoughts are intriguing but imply very, very different things about the character. 
But what about his design? Crowley has pointed ears, something that has thus far implied fae blood. This would explain why we don’t know his age. So far, all the faeries have been related to Sleeping Beauty (1959) so maybe the theory that he’s based on Diablo (Maleficent's pet raven) is correct? His blue color scheme matches the color that pops up when you summon a Pomefiore character though and notably there is a crow in Snow White and The Seven Dwarves (1937). This could explain his connection to mirrors, since the most famous Disney mirror is the one from Snow White. 
As for knick-knacks he keeps with the crow theme and is covered with shiny stuff. A total of four mirror-like accessories (three on his hip, one on his hat) and eight keys (four on his hip, three on his hat, and one as a cane). He is headmaster so maybe eight keys for eight dorms (Ramshackle, Heartslabyul, Savannaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasomnia)? Furthermore the 8th key for Ramshackle could be his cane as an indicator that the Prefect and Grim (also the only students of Ramshackle Dorm) are constantly in his hands and at his mercy.
On a slightly less ominous note, he also has glowing yellow eyes. This one has me a bit stumped to be honest. Why do they glow like little demented lightbulbs in his mask? Both Diavolo and the Raven from Sleeping Beauty and Snow White and The Seven Dwarves respectively have yellow eyes, but they don’t glow. The glowing eyes could be another indicator that Crowley is something not quite human.
All in all, while Crowley as a character comes across as largely harmless and rather bumbling, his name and design indicates something slightly more ominous. There are numerous theories going around about who he might be, including the particularly amusing one of him being Malleus’s dad. Additionally, Crowley seems to be particularly tied up with mysteriousness/suspiciousness that surrounds NRC, the numerous supposedly rare overblots that have been occurring, and Ramshackle dorm, which was oh-so-handily empty when Prefect showed up.
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crossf15 · 2 years
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There's something truly special about Ryoko Kui's dwarves. More than just basic physical attraction, I feel like they'd all treat me right. The way their bodies, expressions, and mannerism are all drawn and written fill my stomach with warmth like a well made soup.
Especially Senshi, the way Ryoko portrays his genuine empathy and compassion for the things and people around him is so different and refreshing than how other authors try to write kindness, since it often comes across as shallow in other media. Senshi makes mistakes, he has his own biases, he doesn't come in and magically fix everything, but what makes the difference is that he tries his hardest to help, because he cares down to his core.
He really has the vibe of a cool uncle, just someone to talk to when you're having a rough day. He'd probably invite you to dinner at his house, have a couple drinks, and let you emotionally vent to him, and he'd really listen, pat your back, and try and give you some practical advice.
Senshi, or just about any other dwarf in Dungeon Meshi, would be a perfect lover. In conclusion, I just want Senshi to blow my back out like a beast, and when he's done wipe me down, cuddle with me in bed, and call me beautiful.
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hottubraccoon · 1 month
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Solistal; Land of Knowledge and Hunters
northern mountain border of the continent, primarily dwarf citizens
Character SHORT List:
Alexa Snowlight
Amber Gemwater
Blackfingers
David Woodkeep
Holly Nightfoot
Kyvon Snowfeather
Raiden Snowlight
Vril Snowfeather
Zabrac Blooddust
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Geography:
Solistal is based on the UK islands physical geography*. It is very much the coldest nation, having snow almost all year round except for the 3 months often jokingly referred to as their 'summers'. Despite this, storms are infrequent and the weather is generally clear or slightly cloudy. Storms are constantly being prepared for, both snowstorms and magical storms, as the ones that do appear and particularly harsh in Solistal. Besides those, earthquakes have been recorded in the nation too.
*but only when I feel like it lol
Architecture:
Most of Solistal's territory is the northern mountain range that stretches from the east to west coasts. Adventurers struggle to survive in the winter on the other side of the mountains. Maybe, these harsh conditions are why there's an impossible amount of fossils found here compared to the other nations. These mountains are also the only place in Klenith that natural clusters of 'seals' can be mined for the magical properties. The seals are said to be the result of a magical blast that sent many forms of mega-fauna to go extinct, connecting to the fossils found here. Another piece of this theory is the 'everburning flame' kept watch near the capital city, Domongrad. Nobody has a reason for why it continues to burn despite the snow and ice surrounding it, but many suggest magic, specifically the magical blast that took out mega fauna. As there is no concrete way to find out, it is still being discussed by scholars and many myths have stemmed from these theories. From the outside, the planning of Solistal towns appear to be random, but is entirely dependent on what each towns considers necessary. If built on flatter ground and the need for stronger buildings is higher, that town puts it's most traveled buildings on the outside. Whereas, a different town will be secure in their mountain-side so will focus on their magic and research, therefore their magical stores and casters' homes would be placed further into the mountain walls. What's needed is most central, and what's not is pushed out. Many towns and cities are built into the side of the mountains, pushing their necessary buildings into the caves to be the most defensible. The styles, including materials used, follow Russian architecture. Although... squashed, because dwarves don't need as much room.
Trade/Commerce:
Solistal primarily exports the ore/minerals that are found in the mountains, the magical seals only found here, and have large stores of meat due to mega fauna hunting. They could be self-sufficient, however it would lower the citizens general happiness and lifestyles. As they have such large holdings over the ores and seals, trading is a constant request from the other nations. Whilst the continent wide trade is currency based, within the Solistal borders it is often information based. Even when currency is required, the price will often be lowered for a good book or two. Their largest import is dyes from Birkina, requiring ink for the libraries, and their lowest being finer/thinner cloths.
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Other Parts:
For Great Kettering. 1 / 2 / 3 / 4
For Solistal. 1 / 2 / 3 / 4
For Kamikita. 1 / 2 / 3 / 4
For Birkina. 1 / 2 / 3 / 4
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a-k-pen · 3 months
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Hey there! A_K_Pen here! Making my first post on here and I’m just here to spread my story I’m working on! Winthorp’s Quest! It’s a fantasy story I’ve been developing the past year about two dwarves trying to give an elven baby a better life…but they soon find out the elven baby is what puts them in numerous predicaments!
Looking for other fantasy writers and authors like me!
Please enjoy! Please leave any sort of constructive criticism, comments or reblog! Much appreciated it! (Please note there are some scenes that contain VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL THEMES. 18+ recommended!)
Read Winthorp's Quest for free on Inkitt https://www.inkitt.com/stories/adventure/1059874?utm_source=shared_ios
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illusivesoul · 2 years
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One day, when Orzammar is gone for good, they'll find out differently. Those darkspawn won't have anywhere else to go but up, and they'll do it. The surface folk will have themselves a Blight that will never end.
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rosella-writes · 10 months
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MAN I wanna write a post or fic about infertility as a theme in Dragon Age but I dunno if I have the fortitude
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elithilanor · 1 year
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So some commentary I have on reading the Hobbit for the first time:
So book!Thorin is much more likeable and courteous than movie!Thorin, but there’s also a lot less of him given the story is focused on Bilbo obv. So I def would agree with runawaymun’s not shipping of BagginShield based on the books (but honestly super down for it movie version).
The movies made a really big change into making the dwarven trip about reclaiming home (and gold) and I think this was to the benefit of the story. In the book, the reclamation of the lonely mountain seems driven solely on gold and status. This could change obv, I’m only in chapter 4.
Dwalin and Bilbo I think were the best translated characters from book to movie.
Not down for the brief elvish fatphobia towards Bilbo. Cmon y’all.
Idk why they didn’t keep the giants as playing a game instead of fighting. It doesn’t matter much but it’s something of a tonality and world building thing I suppose.
The book is much better at illustrating the passing of time in travels than the movies are.
More thoughts to come throughout the week!
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mrkida-art · 8 months
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Iron Hills drip
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soldsouls · 3 months
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When Gale mentions he once summoned a magma mephit in his youth, says he was lovely and they still keep in touch, I imagine Luci just giving him the weirdest side look, the kind you could not possibly miss. You might assume he's thinking something nasty, but it's largely disbelief and "that's fckn weird". His own experience with mortals has been more in-line with Shovel's: starved, ignored, beaten, tossed around, all-in-all treated like an animal or worse than one. After all, imps and quasits and other such beings are generally considered "not people". He can't quite believe Gale feels differently.
#OOC / HOLLY.#starvation tw#abuse tw#I grant you mephits aren't fiends but the point stands#there are many among the magically inclined who treat familiars like crap#honestly Luci doesn't even consider himself a 'person' because he's an imp#and tis generally only elves / humans / dwarves / etc who are categorized as 'people'#not that he considers himself less than mind you. it doesn't bother him to not fall into the 'people' category#neither do archdevils. neither do angels. neither do gods. y'know?#the key point is the way you get treated when someone doesn't consider you a person#he's extremely shocked and mistrustful when other party members approach him like a person#moreso for the magically inclined like Gale or ppl with history with devils like Wyll and Karlach#at best he considers it a misguided reaction due to him appearing elven [if he LOOKED like an imp would they still treat him this way?]#or false politeness as so many adopt for manipulation#it would take a significant event to get him to believe it's genuine#he thinks he's clear on what his place is in the party and that it depends on him staying useful enough + just shy of overly irritating#[irritating to some degree is fine but there's a reason he won't antagonize Minthara for example#he thinks they'd all smash his head in without an ounce of regret if he pushes the wrong buttons#he's acutely aware some have far less tolerance than others [again Minthara] — that's his opinion on the matter anyway#whether it's true is up to whoever writes them of course]
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welshoot · 1 year
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Epel and The Seven Dwarves
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So… talking with my Mom and sister and it’s happened again. Epel is the target of this analysis/theory this time. If you’ve read my post about Jamil, this one is in a similar vein. I make use of a theory (I still don’t know whose it is originally, but you are brilliant whoever you are), I’ll make a point to summarize this theory though, so this hopefully won’t get too confusing. Understand that this is only partially me/my mom/my sister’s work. Spoilers under the cut and this gets a little long, so fair warning.
So the theory I’m drawing from goes like this: what if the boys aren’t just twisted off a villain/one character? What if they had multiple inspirations from their movie? Most notably, what if they had a heroic character for their inspiration in addition to their token villain? This could explain why the Twisted Wonderland characters are so well-rounded, they have more than one source of inspiration. Epel, for instance, is potentially based on the poisoned apple from Snow White. If that is inspiration, the apple doesn’t have much personality meanwhile our little first year does. Enter Mom and my sister and please know that this isn’t an elaborate joke regarding Epel’s height.
Snow White has a lot of characters but the seven dwarves are incredibly important to the film. Now to make my life a little bit easier I’m just going to focus on one of the dwarves. One of the more famous ones to be specific. Namely, Grumpy. 
Aesthetically speaking, Grumpy and Epel have nothing in common. Personality and actions wise though… We have a bit more to work with. 
Grumpy is described as a he-man woman hater. Now, in no way do I think that Epel hates women. I do, however, think that Epel hates being mistaken for one. Epel, like many boys his age, wants to be seen as a man and thus tries his very hardest to appear manly and behave in a manly way. So we have our he-man connection. Grumpy is portrayed as a sourpuss. Always grouchy, overbearing, and short-fused. These less than pleasant traits hide a very warm-hearted soul that is seldom shown though. Epel’s actions also disguise his true nature. This does also have to do with him being the poisoned apple which was beautiful but deadly. Epel behaves in a delicate fashion when he is, in fact, quite a rough individual. He also has a short-fuse and can be grouchy at times, especially when forced to do something he doesn’t like. Which is perfectly acceptable. No one likes doing things they don’t agree with. Grumpy also frequently doubts his leader’s, Doc, abilities. This is similar to how Epel sometimes doubts Vil’s abilities. Especially if those abilities have anything to do with being manly. 
Okay, while there are few to zero shared design elements to the characters of Epel and Grumpy, Epel's home does have distinctly dwarf looking elements. Namely the piano. In the Harveston Kelkkarotu event (Japanese only so far) we see Epel’s hometown and one of the backgrounds has a piano in it.
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We see this same piano in the dwarves house.
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In addition to this, Epel shares the innate sweetness that all of the dwarves have. There is also a sort of innocence to his character that some of the dwarfs (Bashful, Dopey, etc.) possess. 
I could probably go on, but I’m going to stop here since this is already a fairly lengthy post. The connection here between Epel and the dwarves isn’t the strongest, but it is intriguing nonetheless. I for one think it is a wonderful way to explain the depth of Epel’s character. I would love to hear others’ thoughts and theories on this.
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ironfoot-mothafocka · 2 years
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Dwarrowtober: Mining
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Khalei Iskbanal often recalled liturgy from the holy texts which spoke to the fleetingness of dwarven mortality. Compared to the steadfastness of mountains, the dwarves were like grains of sand, grinding up into dust over the countless span of years and fading away as the Ages lengthened. Dwarves returned eventually back to the Maker and to be melded again, with bodies strong and carven afresh.
He’d seen it all, working in Erebor’s hospital. The fading of dwarves who were frailer than granules of sand, the agony of slow death, or the agony of those loved ones watching their elder pass into ancestorhood. Each time he saw this he was reminded painfully of his own mother: her lifelong illness and eventual demise once the medication had stopped working. It was this, he assumed, that had made him want to go into the healing arts: if he healed enough dwarves, if he saved them, perhaps that would mean something in the grand scheme of the cosmos. Perhaps his mother would come back in some small way, and time and tragedy would knit itself back together again. That was how it worked, right?
It was a slow day on an October morning. Khalei had quickly grown to become suspicious of slow days: like the trickling of a stream starting high in the mountains, it could steadily become a raging torrent if given enough rainfall, and that could happen in the blink of an eye.
Khalei looked up as the runner came into the ward, the acute ward reserved for the most severely injured or sickest patients they treated in Erebor. Despite his appearance and mannerisms, which many brutish warriors dismissed as fay or flighty, Khalei had never been disgusted by what he called the naturalness of the dwarven form: all dwarves bled, shat, pissed, and vomited, and it was just the way of things. All dwarves had slimy innards, bones that could break and stick out at weird angles, and things that smelled, and Khalei didn’t mind any of it (except eyeballs, he’d always had a thing about eyeballs). His own husband, the Lord General of Erebor, had even become light headed at the sight of Khalei’s finger, sliced open as he’d prepared a meal for them one night. Khalei had just rolled his eyes and tucked a tourniquet around the spliced appendage, before making his way over to his colleagues for a series of stitches.
The announcer rushed in, however, and Khalei knew that the trickle would soon be gone, and he would be dodging foaming rapids. “Miner being brought in now. Fall from height — conscious. Requires all hands, and the surgeons.”
Even at the word ‘miner’, Khalei’s skin had started prickling. Mining injuries were the absolute worst: dwarves with crushed limbs, miners whose brains had been obliterated by falling rocks, or those who had died in their harnesses and had hung there for several days before rescue, slowly bloating as their bodies swelled from the saturation of poisonous gas that had killed them. There were a thousand ways to die in a pit, and Khalei had seen most of them.
Even as Khalei rose to his feet and stood to attention at the bedside, the stretcher was being brought in. The medics were pale-faced and serious, and a blood-sodden sheet was wrapped tightly around the lower half of the dwarf’s head. For all the good it was doing, it might not have been there at all. Around him gathered surgeons, experts in medicines, first-line carers like Khalei, some of which had, like him, experience of battlefield wounds. Gently, the miner was lain in front of them all.
It wasn’t the worst injury Khalei had seen, he decided, as he recoiled slightly, but it was the worst he had seen on a dwarf who still lived. Barely. He stepped closer as others withdrew, heads together and muttering urgently about possible treatment, and took the miner’s hand in his, feeling for a feeble pulse. It was a sign of a still-beating heart. A chance. “Aldvir fell fifty feet onto his face. No break in his neck, no loss of consciousness—” the dwarf medic who had brought him from the mine reeled this off in a well-rehearsed speech. Top-to-toe, that was how they had been taught to list injuries. No head or skull fracture, but broken bones in arms and pelvis.
The chief surgeon turned to Khalei, his brow lowered and a grimness in his clear blue eyes. “Khalei — can you remove the sheet, please?” Khalei peeled away the sheet and held in his groan. The miner’s lower jaw had broken his fall, and it was ripped completely away, his skull concave and the cavity of his upper palate exposed. It was like something out of a cadaver class, except this one had breath in his lungs, and scared, confused eyes staring straight back at him.
Khalei hated this part the most. Being face to face with the ones whom nothing could save. The surgeons crowded around and the healers who administered pain relief took out needles filled with amber liquid, injecting the miner with enough of the stuff to make him forget where he was and the inevitability of his situation. Was there a chance that his face could be reconstructed out of steel rods and bars over hours of work and sedation? There was always a chance. Would he die of infection soon after, if not in the next few minutes? That was almost certain.
How long, wondered Khalei, would it have taken him to fall? A few seconds at most? Life definitely was fast, and death was, too, he thought. With a sigh he retired to the backroom where he kept his death mask and the ceremonial robeskirt, and began to undress. He didn’t have to be told now — being zhani, one who worked in spirits and omens, the teller of tales and the dancer of the sacred dances, he could feel the changes in the air when death was approaching on its wings, the aura fading around dwarves who were near to their Maker, the chittering of faint voices beyond the veil and between the realms, ready to welcome a brother home. To Khalei, death and life were the sides of the same coin, which spun endlessly in Mahal’s fingers.
With careful hands, he buckled the heavy mask onto his face, and the golden beard of it rested in the middle of his bare sternum. He toed his shoes off and took a deep breath. The air throbbed around him, blood rushing in his eardrums, and he listened for the still, small signal, the voice that he knew to hear when nobody else could. Like a sigh in some distant land, another grain of sand was ground up into powder. And when Khalei left the hospital backroom, a sheet was already being drawn over Aldvir’s body.
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hottubraccoon · 26 days
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Solistal; Land of Knowledge and Hunters
northern mountain border of the continent, primarily dwarf citizens
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Society:
The social structure mostly mimics the classes of England in the late middle ages. Outsiders often call dwarves tactless spies or great listeners and even better advisors. However they will call themselves either curious or foolhardy, or both at once. Because of their known vulgarity levels, different classes, travelers, and immigrants are all treated within these two levels, only the level of familiarity changing how people are treated. This is strengthened as dwarves love to travel as a form of learning new things, you will find a dwarf in any town in Klenith. The most notable difference being the lack of accommodations for mentally disabled. With such a such on scholars in Solistal, those that fall behind are left behind, but physical disabilities are helped as they can still provide their scholarly services to the crown. Solistal loves accessories and glitter, both representing wealth and popularity. Jewelry and perfume are considered accessories and are shared throughout Solistal. However, piercings aren't common and are seen as the rebellious jewelry, making a mockery of 'real' accessories. Tattoos aren't common either for dwarves, the most common form of tattoo is the magical scarring that comes from frequent exposure to magic, and that is often seen as harmful, therefore shaming dwarves into covering these tattoos. Things that are desired in others are being well traveled and well groomed, curiousity, and fat means a happy dwarf.
Professions:
It is standard for all dwarves to attend 10 years of school, together in big classrooms and a tenured professor, to learn 'the basics'. Mathematics, languages, social studies, science (specifically biology), and magic. After those 10 years, each person will petition a professor to study under in a more specific field. If they're successful in this petition, they will have to perform at whatever level the professor sets, and if they fall behind they won't be taught by that professor anymore. This is considered a huge shame in Solistal. The most common trade is jewelcrafting, as their gemstones and popularity of accessories are common. Art isn't valued as a trade for dwarves. Appreciating art, collecting it to display and perform is fine, fun even! But not nearly enough to live off of. 'Professional artist' is a frequently spat upon profession, and often isn't considered one at all.
Language:
The 4 main languages of Klenith are human, elvish, orcish, and dwarvish. The official language in Solistal is dwarvish, although all other languages are present in some sense. Spoken dwarvish has an emphasis on tonal sounds, where words are the same sounds but the stressed syllable can change the meaning of each one. This creates extra symbols in their written language above/below letters, compared to the other Klenith languages. Dwarvish is defined by its straight lines and boxy text, similar to orcish, however the tonal indicators and lack of dots/circles is the defining difference. There is the 'general' sign language in use by the royals, but otherwise Solistal has adopted Kamikita's fluid sign language in daily use. Despite the number of religious followers being relatively low here, there are lots of religious swears. This may have something to do with the protection of religious sites and/or the previous border wars with Kamikita and Great Kettering, as they are far more religious nations. In general, Solistal has two levels of vulgarity; 'we are coworkers, strangers going about our business, I do not bother you and you do not bother me' and 'we are brothers in arms, I fucked your mum, die'. Because of this, they don't have many rude gestures as if they have something to say, they'll say it. The royal family bare a navy crest with large black horns of a stag, stretching wide, and a smaller black crescent moon in the center of the horns. The royal colours are black and blue. The blue is to symbolise the sky that can be seen so clearly atop their mountains, and the moon reinforcing that. It being crescent in shape is said to be a sign of growth, as it 'grows into light' once again. The stag horns are akin to the megafauna found here, and again a sign of re-growth as these horns fall off and regrow throughout the seasons.
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Other Parts:
For Great Kettering. 1 / 2 / 3 / 4
For Solistal. 1 / 2 / 3 / 4
For Kamikita. 1 / 2 / 3 / 4
For Birkina. 1 / 2 / 3 / 4
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