[center][h2][color=violet]Clan Metalbeard[/color][/h2]
[b]D) Improve Culture[/b][/center]

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With heavy rains and cracking thunder outside their mountain hold, the dwarves of Clan Metalbeard was fit to stay indoors with the warmth of their hearths and better food finally coming in. Yet, it was boring to them all, they were not used to being forcibly trapped inside their hold by the elements despite not often leaving in the first place. It was a strange predicament, but they had to make do, especially with their farms now taking a good battering from the rain. However, some dwarves found other use of their times other than sleeping and having drinking contests. 

“Ye crossed me fir the last time, Orebane! I challenge ye t’ a duel to first blood!” growled Bolmeck Orebasher o his cousin who had just drank the last pint of mead that Bolmeck had in storage. Such a grave offense could not go unpunished, but it seemed his cousin was all too eager to accept the challenge.

“Yeah! Ye think you can best me! Ye may be me cousin, but my family has the best fighters!”

“They call us the Orebashers for a reason, ya oaf!”

With insults flying the two finally took up arms and went outside of their little stead. Soon, the two began to clash, sword against sword, the occasional dirty punch to be thrown, and even more insults, drew the attention of a crowd who began to bet on who would drop first as well as cheer on the the two combatants.

Orebasher blocked a blow for the Orebane, seeing an opportunity to send a punch right into the nose of his adversary. The bunch disoriented the Orebane and Orebasher did not relent, allowing his shoulder to knock his cousin off balance and send Orebane crashing to the ground. Bolmeck held his sword over his cousin, for a few moments, allowing his to realize who the true winner was. 

“Ye thought you could best an Orebasher! Hah! But you are me cousin, so you put up a good wallop, I’ll say!” Bolmeck laughed as the crowd began to cheer, they wanted to see more and the losers were passing their coin to the winners of the bet. 

Bolmeck held a hand out to his cousin and eagerly smiled, “What about a round two, ya oaf.”

[hider=Summary] 
Dueling becomes a profession sport among dwarves, only to first blood since killing each other would be a crime.[/hider]