7-Foot Dwarf (Moiling)
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7-Foot Dwarf | |
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Monster ID | 97 |
Locations | Itznotyerzitz Mine |
Hit Points | 40 |
Attack | 53 |
Defense | 53 |
No-Hit | 63 |
Initiative | 70 |
Meat | 32-48 |
Phylum | humanoid |
Elements | None |
Resistance | None |
Monster Parts | Indeterminate |
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There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the dwarves who moil for meat.
And what "moil" means, no one can glean, save this Dwarf of 7 feet.
Hit Message(s):
He moils you in the <knee>. Yikes! Ugh! Ooh!
He accidentally lodges his pick in your <shoulder>. Oops! Eek! Ooh!
He headbutts you with his mining helmet. Trust me, it hurts you more than it hurts him. Ugh! Argh! Ouch! Oof! Ouch!
He smacks you with the handle end of his pick. It's almost more pain than anyone can handle, even if you're the Messiah. Argh! Ow! Argh! Ow! Ouch!
With a hearty "Hi hoooo!", he swings his pick and knocks a stalactite loose from the ceiling. It rumbles to the floor, unfortunately passing through your body in the process. Ow! Ooh! Ooh! Ugh!
He tries to moil you, but you're unmoilable.
He tries to pick you apart, but you resist.
He tries to headbutt you with his mining helmet, but with his head lowered he can't see you and runs into a wall.
He tries to smack you with the handle of his pick, but you can handle dodging.
He roars a heart, "Hi ho!" and nocks a stalagmite loose from the ceiling. You laugh and remind the dwarf that stalagmites are the ones on the floor, and stalactites are the ones on the ceiling. He's so embarrassed he can't pick on you for a while. (FUMBLE!)
![]() | You gain 34-48 Meat |
![]() | You acquire an item: 7-Foot Dwarven mattock (3.6% chance)* |
![]() | You acquire an item: miner's helmet (2.9% chance)* |
![]() | You acquire an item: miner's pants (? chance)* |
You gain 13-14 <substat>. |
Occurred at Itznotyerzitz Mine.
Notes
- Prior to the implementation of the mining mini-game this dwarf sometimes dropped asbestos ores.
References
- "There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the dwarves who moil for meat" comes from "The Cremation of Sam McGee", a poem by Robert W. Service about miners during the Yukon Gold Rush. The opening line of the poem is "There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold." The second line of the dwarf description has the same meter and rhyme scheme as the original poem.
- One of the hit messages is a reference to Handel's Messiah, an oratorio composed in 1741.