Boot Camp Day 13

Day 13: Female Bearded Dwarf, Intoxicated, Bathtub
Durna leaned back in the bath, trying hard to keep from slipping in the shallow water. Dwarf folk didn't do immersion -- the fear of sinking from their dense flesh to the bottom and drowning was too great. But after the bar fight she'd just been through some clean-up was mandatory.
She felt a bit shaky as her head spun. That infernal whiskey the humans made was to blame for this. She carefully scrubbed in the scant three inches of water.
Leaning forward, she felt the hairs of her beard get heavy. She ducked down as far as she could go and squeezed her beard to get the remains of oatmeal, brown gravy, and whatever that troll started throwing from the kitchen out of it.
Leaning back up her head did a loop de loop. She took several deep breaths to settle it, then started working on her back and chest. It would not do for one of the few bearded dwarf women to look sodden -- how could she attract the best husband possible if she didn't always show her best features?
As she leaned back, her ablutions finished, she sighed and said, "No more Whiskey for me. I'll stick to beer and wine from now on."

Boot Camp Day 14 - Final

Day 14: Female Gnome, Shocked, Sword
(This ends the boot camp. It was fun, even with the week long hiatus. I hope everyone enjoyed it. I'll probably do another one again, and if anyone wants to participate next time, just let me know and I'll post the entries before posting my own response)
Corxa looked at the stack of items sitting in front of Janellin.
He said, in that snooty tone all elves used when dealing with the wily folk, "Okay, little gnomess, what are you going to choose from the treasure?"
Corxa really hated the way he talked down to everyone, so just to tweak him she said, "The sword."
The elf huffed. "Can you even use it?"
"We're about to find out, aren't we?"
She reached for it and pulled it out of the pile. She slid the blade out of its scabbard. Everyone stared as the intertwined metals in the blade writhed. The eyes slid off it like a goose liver slipping under someone's shoe, a prank Corxa liked to use on the unsuspecting. She smiled.
And then she heard it. *Hello, my new owner. I am called Carofin.*
Her eyes grew wide and she stared at the sword. As she raised her eyes everyone else was looking at her and the sword, eyes bouncing back and forth.
Corxa smiled, trying to hide her surprise. She definitely picked the best treasure of all.