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Vincents accident
vice7
when I was a mere twenty years old I was a miner in the dwarven capital. I was mining with some friends when we found a rich diamond vien. My friend named kalgrin didnt particulary want to mine it all out though. So he pitched the idea to use his fathers TNT to blow out all the diamonds. I thought it to be a foolish idea. But by the time I had turned around they were already placing the TNT in massive quanities. i thought they were fools  so i watched them place well over 200 blocks of tnt around the diamonds. When they were finshed Kalgrin dropped a torch by accident and lit the TNT. The fuse was just long enough for us to get behind some blast shields I had set up. but i realized all to late that my above average hieght as a dwarf was about to cripple me forever. the blast shields were designed to be  exactly 5ft tall. I was 5 3/4 ft tall. i had realized this the very moment before the explosion, but could not react in time. The TNT did work, too well in fact. It had shattered the diamonds and turned the shards of diamond into shrapnel. The explosion had knocked me unconscious. when i awoke the i was in the dwarven hospital. my friends were standing around me, Kalgrin with tears in his eyes. The doctor walked in with with a sad look on his face. and tole me. that the explosion had lodged 7 large and serrated shards of diamond in my neck. the shards were located in midst of my vocalchords, and would cut them slightly if i spoke. By the will of god the shards were oriented in a way that i could speak very briefly. but excessive talking would cause my vocalchords to rub against the serrated shards. Causing me to bleed profusely, and cough up massive amounts of blood the pain was unbearable, and there was nothing the doctors could do. After hearing this Klagrin was inconsoleable he kept screaming " WHAT HAVE I DONE" he could bearly speak through his tears after he had stopped screaming. he kept apoligizing to me, over and over day after day. for weeks he did this. while i was in the hospital i only said one thing to him after that. " if you want me to forgive you then bring me a large silver ribbon made of silk. He was perplexed why i had asked him to bring me such an odd item but he did so, eager to be forgive n when he brought me the long ribbon. I tied it around my neck to hide the horrid scar the shards had made. "I may not have the ability to speak anymore. But i will not allow the world to see this scar as a sign of my crippledness." i had written this down on paper for all to see. when kalgrin was finished this aloud. I tore the paper from his hand and cast it into the fire of the hearth in my room. I stood, towering above all my friends and doctors. with rage in my eyes. with one swift movement of my hand i had grabbed my pickaxe, and brought its flat side against kalgrins thick iron helmet. burying in in the thick meatl of his mining helmet. I was careful not to kill him though, I would not let my anger consume me in such a way. i picked up my pickaxe, helmet still attached and with a quick motion of my hand i  knocked  the helmet free. I then walked out of the hospital much to the worry of my doctors. I reached the main hall of the dwarven capital. People stared and gaped at my size and imposing disposition. and the crowd quickly made a path for me to walk through, i did with my head held high, and my pickaxe slung across my back. i walked out of the capital and towards my new life in the world of aegis, and for thirty years not looked back. now at age fifty, still very young in dwarven years i ventured back to the dwarven city. and here i stay ever looking for who or what my father was. accident or not, by the will of god i recieved this curse of silence. I have become stronger because of it. Nothing can stop me now... as i write this i remember this one saying i would say in when i was very young. it was... Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!