Urist was a simple dwarf. He woke up, ate a mushroom biscuit, had a pint, then journeyed into the depths of the mines of his mountain home. Day in and day out, excavating boulder after boulder, stone after stone, ore after ore. Life was simple. Life was good. Life was a honest hard day's work under the mountain.
One day, however, he finds something better left buried. Stumbling into a seemingly bottomless pit, Urist found everything changed when he landed... somewhere else.
Now with holed hooves and an equine body, the dwarf-turned-changeling has to figure out life on the surface - his new life, not as a bearded creature of drink and industry, but as a shapeshifting love vampire. At least he can still dig well.
If only these talking horses would stop shouting and running away from him, anyways...
Urist is very heavily inspired by Dwarf Fortress, among other dwarf-containing media.
Story starts pre-Canterlot Wedding.
Cover art by JoeyJazz on WallPaperFlare
This is the first long-form story I've ever written, so please bear with any delays that may occur as a result.