Fathers and Sons: Part 1
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Thorgil was small for his age, even for a dwarf. His parents attributed it to an elven curse. After all, that was the only rational explanation. They had five other strapping sons who were amongst the tallest in the clan, powerful young dwarves probably better suited to be border guards or miners than ale brewers. But Thorgil, the youngest? An elven curse was the only answer.
How the curse was invoked was another matter, but his father was sure it occurred at the battle before Thorgil as born. The elves had overrun a defense embankment only to be pushed back. Thorgil’s father remembered a retreating elf hurling some sort of curse in elvish at him as the elves fell back to the forest.
“We should’ve wiped them out when we had the chance,” his father
