The Dwarf-Drow War -------------------------------------A new problem... By: JhaelrynaThe Yochol, a handmaiden of Lloth, stood over theValsharess and continued to speak. "The plan is failing. Theaccursed dwarves are stubborn, and resistant to our magics. Inthe fullness of time, perhaps this method of attack will work.But you do not have that luxury of time. As it stands now,Axepeak will still be a threat to your plans." ValsharessJhaelryna stood quietly and brooded on this latest development.Curse those stunted dwarves. Their digging and tunneling under the Mountain was not a direct threat. But it was a threat nonethe less. She had worked for some time on a way to underminethe dwarves, to slowly corrupt them. But the recent orders of the Spider Queen had moved up her timetable somewhat. Shequickly came to a decision. "I shall continue as planned. Our original plans shall proceed. I cannot, however, guarantee thedestruction of the dwarves by the time we need...but they cancertainly be...distracted." Understanding the Valsharess'intent, the Yochol nodded and disappeared. Jhaelryna cackledevilly as she wrote her orders. The dwarves would bedistracted, most certainly. And it would prove interestingindeed.Durhelm Stonehew wiped the sweat from his brow and set downhis pick. A rich vein! He made a quick note on a crumpled parchment, then stuffed the parchment back into his miner'scoveralls. If this vein of silver was as rich as he thought,then the dwarves would profit much this season. He heardseveral buzzing and whizzing sounds, and felt a few sharp stingson his neck and back. "Blasted moss-keetos!!" he thought. Hisvision swam, and as he fell into unconsciousness he wondered just what mosquitoes were doing a thousand feet underground.The dwarven patrol found him early the next day. He wasstripped naked and chained to an outcropping of rock. His skinhad been flayed off, layer by p1ainful layer. Blood lay in a pool at his feet. "By Moradin!!" cried the patrol leader as heran to the tortured dwarf's side. Durhelm lifted his head,tears in his eyes, and tried to speak. Shaking off his revusionat the bloodied and beaten face, the patrol leader whispered"Who wer th' devils wot dun this to ye, lad?" Durhelm moaned afew unintelligable sounds and then slumped into unconsciousness.The leader turned from the poor dwarf, and barked "Don' ye jesstand ther, lads! Free him, and we best be gettin' 'im to th'