Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26084195-20150827200833/@comment-25344655-20150828145331

(Wont be able to post until later today, so posting my entrance a bit early)

Near some dwarven ruins...

The dwarven ghosts mulled about, some wandering and some just standing looking at their old bodies, one slowly edged his way passed a seemingly newer one, but this dwarf raised his head with a groan, this dwarf had strange armor and an even stranger glistening silver-ish axe, when the dwarf raised his head the ghosts looked at him in shock, he in turn looked at them in a greater shock as well as looking around him. He recognised the dwarves as quickly ran out of the area, now lost and not knowing where in the world he was, he hefted his axe and chopped down some trees nearby and started making the basics, a  table and some wooden tools, he noticed the sun was around mid day and thought he could use the pick to mine for some ore, which he quickly did. He returned with some unsmelted iron, a few bits of gold, and even a diamond. The sun however was now setting and the dwarf, who you all know as glosur, started making a house out of stone bricks. He made the walls and set some torches before he heard many groans from behind him, he was quite disgusted to find undead walking towards him, he quickly killed them and settled in for the night.