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"I'll be hanged!" Flint exclaimed. "A gully dwarf!"
"What you doing there? Monster get you," the gully
dwarf said simply, scolding them with a click of his tongue.
"No kidding," chuckled Flint. "Where are we now?"
The gully dwarf beamed proudly. "You in Mudhole!"
Chapter 11
Mudhole
When He created the world, Reorx the Forge, a god
of neutrality who strove for balance between good and evil,
needed men to help Him with His work in this new land. For
many years the humans worked happily under the loving
guidance of Reorx, the master of creation and invention.
But the men became proud of their skills, as men will, and
they used them for their own ends. Early in the Age of Light,
four thousand years before the Cataclysm forever altered
the face of Krynn, Reorx became angered by this and trans-
formed some men into a new race. He took from them the
crafts He, upon the anvil of His immortal forge, had taught,
leaving only their burning desire to tinker and build, invent
and construct. He made the stature of this new race, known
as gnomes, as small as their goals.
The evil Hiddukel, the patron god of greedy men, was
pleased by this because He knew the forging god had
worked long and hard to make order out of chaos, and now
the balance of god and evil was not being maintained
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