I'M NOT SHORT, I'M A MINI ASS-KICKER!

It’s been a week since I had bonded with Pine, and let’s just say it was rather hectic.

Or as someone would call it, obligatory Slice of Life shit.

First off I decided to read up on Timberwolves, for obvious reasons, among being their dietary requirements. Timberwolves are omnivores in a sense, either consuming meat for its life essence, or wood for its nature essence, to fuel their core and regeneration. A Timberwolf can survive on one or the other but it’s good to promote meat-eating in your Timberwolf so they don’t start craving your house’s support structure or part of itself.

Yeah, apparently ponies have had pet Timberwolves… am I the only one weirded out by this? Eh whatever.

Next is that a Timberwolf does not show loyalty to other Timberwolves, only entities that it trusts. This meant I had certainly earned Pine’s, even if said loyalty is now solidified by an unbreakable pact fueled by magic *cough* moving on. Due to this kind of loyalty, if one were to go hunting and attacked other packs, your Timberwolf will not dislike you any less and will eagerly help you when it comes to any fight, either big or small, their loyalty outshines their fear. This was something I deeply respected.

The next page however was shocking to say the least.

Timberwolves have been known to show intelligence, it’s theorized with the right education, they could be another sapient species, only Timberwolves have shown no interest in learning or developing their intellect. If this was the case I could probably train Pine to speak, help him mingle with the ponies, learn weapon skills like swordplay or-

wait...

A large sword-wielding wolf, I have my own Sif…

I HAVE MY OWN SIF!

I was ecstatic upon realizing what it meant and eagerly moved onto the next page.

...I closed the book immediately after I saw the heading ‘Breeding with your Timberwolf.’

*shudder*

Anyway, another thing that happened during the week is that my rule 63 clone had developed a more humanoid shape, she was still too squishy for the crown so I continued to wait it out, though in order to pass the time I told the clone of my, and by that I mean Orgran’s, tales of adventure strength, how he fought dragons and giants, how he picked a fight with an entire camp of Orcs for a laugh.

...what? I was telling the truth when I said Dwarves don’t pick fights!

Orgran’s just unique like that, moving on!

I had also decided to sew myself a suit for the gala, something simple, not too flashy, and able to have my armor worn underneath. Not for any battles, but I might cause half the palace to collapse for shits and giggles and I don’t want to be a Dwarven Pancake without a respawn totem. I would make one but you need to have a material specific to Mylinia that doesn’t exist in Equestria. Arcanite.

Arcanite is a gemstone Mylinia is practically LACED with, it’s what gave the world it’s magical power in the first place, like Ley Lines except they can be reshaped and forged to create magical totems, constructs or armor and weapons that amplify the user’s magical potential or give certain effects.

Of course I could use the Arcanite in Orgran’s Pick Gauntlets, but I am not taking apart one of his most prized treasures, heck! Even his mug was enchanted with Arcanite to make an unending amount of whatever liquid he poured in. The armor and weapons were not made with Arcanite though, they were made with Dragon Scales, which is not just an extremely strong and magic resistant material, but also a mana battery, since Orgran doesn’t need magic power, he has an abundance of that, he just needs something to tank the mana costs of his high-end spells.

Another method would be to ask the Merchant, but I don’t think I’ve ‘paid’ him enough in items to request something that would ensure eternal life for me, of course I could lie about it but honour is one of the things me and Orgran would like to maintain.

Next up on the list, Tokens! That’s right I’m finally making one, so I can finally start meeting some displaced. I thought about using one of my weapons or my ale mug but they didn’t seem right, so instead I went for getting an emerald and carving it into a pickaxe to be the item that represented me. With the token itself done I needed a message…

…

…

...I got it!

“Here comes a Dwarf with a bit o’ class, if yer evil I’ll kick yer ass!

But if you’re good and need some help, don’t be afraid to give a yelp!

If you want to talk and have a beer, what are you waiting for? I’m right here!

If you’re looking for a good old spar, I’ll be there, near or far!

If you pass all this, yer a friend o’ mine, just make sure you don’t cross a line!

Now with that all done and said, call my name! It’s ORGRAN THE RED!”

With my little shanty done I toss the gem at a wall and watch it get sent off into the void, and get a response by the rift spitting out a pair of gloves into my face.

“I am the warrior, the master of weapons, the seeker of battle and adventure. To those who would require my strength to defeat thy foes, to crush opposing forces, put on these Genji Gloves and call out my name with the intent to summon me. If ye be without true malice in thy hearts, know that the mighty Gilgamesh will come to thy aid!”

Gilgamesh, eh? I thought. Sounds like a tough guy, maybe I’ll summon him at some point, he might be fun to spar with.

Alright, what else had I done this week… oh yeah, I met a Caribou scouting party.

*record scratch*

…oh yeah, guess I should’ve mentioned that, I guess I could tell you about it...

...nah, you’re gonna have to wait for the next chapter!