The already drunk beyond reason Chatra looks grimly at Grombrindal at says smugly
you little dwarf you... (hiccup) .... you look like ... you can drink well enough , ya? How about me and you have a little contest. I bet you that I can out drink .. ( hiccup) ... you ! If I win you give me a feather off your little birdey there... I mean friend. So how bout it ! What do you s.... (thump) ..... ZzzzzZzzz ....
and before he can finish his drinking challenge the little halfling bards face hits the table as he passes out drunk.
Three ales in? Hahaha. I thought Halflings could hold their drink better than that.
Ladies, you appear to already be acquainted, unlike the rest of us. Tell us a bit about yourselves. Where do you hail from? What are you doing here in Oakhurst?
Grombrindal lifts his tankard in a salute to the halfling Good showing little one.. well played... Chuckling very easy bottoms up and downs the whole mug and slams it down on the table.. Ugrinm (Hawk) returns the Bucket to the barkeep and then lands on the sleeping Halflings shoulder. ruffles his fethers and kind of looks like he knew you wanted one of his feathers.
I do 3 things, it is what I know. War, make war weapons, and clean war equipment. he stops cleaning the dagger and offers it back to the owner not understanding the offence he has made. It goes in a cycle, make and clean weapons and equipment, then make war. We are not at war so this is what I know. It is all that I know.......but I do like to collect coins. he then pulls out his coins and starts to polish them.
Well, hopefully you are willing to expand your horizons a bit. There's a whole world out there that does not involve war.
I'm all for using the tool of war when it is needed. Indeed, it is a primary tool of my god. However, like any good craftsman, I prefer to have a variety of tools at hand in order to select the exact one required for a given task.
My sword has been my perfect tool, it has not failed me yet! I am...knowing in all melee weapons though.
Rees tensed when Talien went for her dagger, the other in her hand in a heartbeat. Arxius' hand on her shoulder kept her from doing more. Yes, she'd seen the big creature do the same to the others and knew all the belongings had been returned but history had taught her that if you wanted to keep your possessions, you had to be willing to fight for them. Soon enough she had the dagger back but she didn't really relax. The bard was drunkenly singing about her and she was simply not used to being the center of this much attention, it made her uncomfortable. At least Grombrindal and Alten seemed to be a bit more understanding of the fact that they had just met.
Turning to Alten, she replied, "We have been traveling together for quite some time, it's beneficial to have someone you can trust around to watch your back, and came here looking for a chance to make some honest coin."
To Talien, she added, "While I appreciate that you want to, uh, help, I keep my weapons clean and sharp. If you would like to inspect them at some point, all you need to do is ask." It made her fingers itch, but she supposed a show of good faith was in order so she unsheathed her dagger again and flipped it smoothly so she could present it to him hilt first, a hint of a smile ghosting across her face.
Many thanks. Baliteke zure bizarra luzea eta distiratsua izatea.
Growing up in Luskan, I met dwarves occassionally. Hizkuntza asko ikasi nuen ulertzen neure burua egiteko. They would come out of their homes in the Spine of the World, bringing forged goods for sell and for trade. You are correct in that I've never encountered a Dwarven mage. What led you to study the arcane, if I may enquire?
Back home once my father Passed, his High Council spot was anointed to me. Being the youngest and most forgiving of my Kin i was seen as a prime option to be an Ambassador of sorts. I spent a lot of my early years traveling from kingdom to kingdom establishing trade and helping relations.. Most of my Kin back home are too stubborn and hard headed to even think out side the mountain or the little slice of land they own to ever grasp the real world. I met a Human mage in one of the first places i was ever sent and my young mind had never experienced or seen anything like that before... so true to myself i made the decision that day i was going to learn everything he could teach me...
Well Decades past and humans live short lives the Noble man passed but as no one in his family wanted anything to do with the Arcane arts he left his Spell book, and all his supplies to me. It was to this day still the greatest day of my life. i still don't know much just a few useful things but i get by.. its really hard to try and get other Arcane users to share knowledge and maybe just allow you to get access to books or anything when your a dwarf..
But let it be known... i might not have a HUGE magical repertoire at my disposal but i am still a Dawi and that is still a very big and sharp Dwarven Forged AXE ha ha ha
Tailen takes the offered dagger and starts to clean it, not one to talk much, just continuing on almost mindlessly, listening to everyone talk but understanding little of the take off kin, dwarves, mages, and the like.
Tailen, Your brethren you spoke of when you talked about your past memories the ones you trained with... were they all like you? are you all the same type of warforged? Is there still others out there?
and you said you hope to have the sword you picked up off one of yours who died reforged, into what?
There are other types of Warforged? Is our new friend here typical? As I said earlier, I've never heard of Warforged. The stories of golems tell of them just being mindless things, not talking or thinking.
To Talien
So where were you prior to coming here? Did your bretheren fall recently?
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"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
Not much is know about the sentient beings known as Warforged in Faerun. There are rumors and possibly notes cobbled together by far travelers and those interested in interplanetary studies, but it is hard to discern what is fact and what is fiction. All you really know about the golem-like beings (a term which they may find derogatory) is what you see before you - a blend of organic and inorganic materials that likes to talk about war, killing things, and obviously hates rust.
Tailen, Your brethren you spoke of when you talked about your past memories the ones you trained with... were they all like you? are you all the same type of warforged? Is there still others out there?
and you said you hope to have the sword you picked up off one of yours who died reforged, into what?
Tailen flatly responds, but his eyes flicker red again thinking directly about his own kind he had ended. They we're not like me, I was superior to them even though we were all of the juggernaut class, I was next in line to become a Master and receive my own apprentice. His eyes return to blue, There are others out there, but I do not know we're at, nor do I know how to return to the black I was made. I am not sure I want too as I will have to order multiple of my kind to stay each other to receive the best one to become the next apprentice. As for my masters sword, I do not know what I will reforge it into....I may fuze our swords together...but if I fail..........
Not much is know about the sentient beings known as Warforged in Faerun. There are rumors and possibly notes cobbled together by far travelers and those interested in interplanetary studies, but it is hard to discern what is fact and what is fiction. All you really know about the golem-like beings (a term which they may find derogatory) is what you see before you - a blend of organic and inorganic materials that likes to talk about war, killing things, and obviously hates rust.
Stonecunning would have made my 10 -> 15 not sure if that helps
There are other types of Warforged? Is our new friend here typical? As I said earlier, I've never heard of Warforged. The stories of golems tell of them just being mindless things, not talking or thinking.
To Talien
So where were you prior to coming here? Did your bretheren fall recently?
I am a juggernaut class Warforged, there are two other smaller classes, the smallest he specializes is in......assassination, and the other is in between us in size, but I know little about them. I know nothing of the Golems you speak of.
...If by bretheren you must mean my master...
eyes turn red again
I was with my Master, Koji, we we're killing barbarians on the tundra, we arrived by a teleportation ring near the training arena. The mages sent us there with some......words and drawings.....I can draw and repeat them but I could not return....nobody came for me, I waited there 12 days waiting for the portal. Cleaning these 2 swords and dagger....my master fell 76 days ago, and I left the tundra 12 days after. I have done odd jobs to collect coins since then and so I am here now to collect more. It is what I have been told to be a hobby.
Have you ladies perchance traveled thru Luskan? It's not much - a pirate den if I'm truly honest about it - but it is home.
"I have not ventured along the coast. I prefer the mountains, the woods," Arxius replies. Her curiosity is peaked, however, her attention moving entirely to Alten. "What is it you did there?"
Luskan sits at the junction of the botttom of the Spine of the World and the Trackless Sea. It is a little bit mountainous and a port. It was once known as the City of Sails. As I said earlier, I grew up there. My mother was a cook and a servant in the Temple of Torm there. We were at the temple daily, working for the Brothers. A couple of them took me under their wings and taught me how to read, write, and fight. I took the vows of an Acoyle of Torm serveral years ago and recently competed my training. I'm currently trying to find any survivors of a masacare that happened about 15 years ago, in a small, mountainous mining town of Coalfell. I heard rumors of a survivor near here, but it proved false.
But I'm not the interesting one here. Tell me, from where do you hail?
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"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
"I-" she begins, but her tongue stills as she hesitates. He said he took the vows of an Acolyte, alleviating some of her concerns when he mentioned a port. Still, who was to say how much a stranger knew. The Simic Combine had been two steps ahead of her for a long time, it could all be a trap.
"There is no place, to my knowledge," Arxius tells him truthfully. She remembers the waves rocking the ship. Some of them slept, some of them screamed. She had waited. Her forked ear twitches nervously, peaking through her hair. "Where I sleep is my home for the moment. It has been that way as long as I recall. What happened in Coalfell?"
Having no place to call home is a sad thing. Maybe one day you will find such a place.
As far as Coalfell, Orc raiders masacered the town. I was found there, a small child hidden in a root cellar, by the man I call Uncle. At least that's what they tell me. I don't actually remember it.
Do you happen to have knowledge of any of the Orc tribes that inhabit central part of the Spine of the World?
"I'm an orphan, too." It was more than she typically offered, but the information was harmless.
"I go where she goes and do my best to blend in." She nodded toward Arxius. "Not familiar with any Orc tribes, though. I've found it safest to avoid them."
The already drunk beyond reason Chatra looks grimly at Grombrindal at says smugly
you little dwarf you... (hiccup) .... you look like ... you can drink well enough , ya? How about me and you have a little contest. I bet you that I can out drink .. ( hiccup) ... you ! If I win you give me a feather off your little birdey there... I mean friend. So how bout it ! What do you s.... (thump) ..... ZzzzzZzzz ....
and before he can finish his drinking challenge the little halfling bards face hits the table as he passes out drunk.
Looking over at Chatra
Three ales in? Hahaha. I thought Halflings could hold their drink better than that.
Ladies, you appear to already be acquainted, unlike the rest of us. Tell us a bit about yourselves. Where do you hail from? What are you doing here in Oakhurst?
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
Grombrindal lifts his tankard in a salute to the halfling
Good showing little one.. well played... Chuckling very easy bottoms up and downs the whole mug and slams it down on the table..
Ugrinm (Hawk) returns the Bucket to the barkeep and then lands on the sleeping Halflings shoulder.
ruffles his fethers and kind of looks like he knew you wanted one of his feathers.
Grombrindal "The White Dwarf" (Dwarf - Wizard) - Fenris_Worldsbane's Tales from the Yawning Portal
My sword has been my perfect tool, it has not failed me yet! I am...knowing in all melee weapons though.
Warforged Fighter Talien
Rees tensed when Talien went for her dagger, the other in her hand in a heartbeat. Arxius' hand on her shoulder kept her from doing more. Yes, she'd seen the big creature do the same to the others and knew all the belongings had been returned but history had taught her that if you wanted to keep your possessions, you had to be willing to fight for them. Soon enough she had the dagger back but she didn't really relax. The bard was drunkenly singing about her and she was simply not used to being the center of this much attention, it made her uncomfortable. At least Grombrindal and Alten seemed to be a bit more understanding of the fact that they had just met.
Turning to Alten, she replied, "We have been traveling together for quite some time, it's beneficial to have someone you can trust around to watch your back, and came here looking for a chance to make some honest coin."
To Talien, she added, "While I appreciate that you want to, uh, help, I keep my weapons clean and sharp. If you would like to inspect them at some point, all you need to do is ask." It made her fingers itch, but she supposed a show of good faith was in order so she unsheathed her dagger again and flipped it smoothly so she could present it to him hilt first, a hint of a smile ghosting across her face.
Rees Changeling Rogue in Tales From the Yawning Portal: Sunless Citadel
Nikya Centaur Blood Hunter in Death House Halloween Oneshot
Back home once my father Passed, his High Council spot was anointed to me. Being the youngest and most forgiving of my Kin i was seen as a prime option to be an Ambassador of sorts. I spent a lot of my early years traveling from kingdom to kingdom establishing trade and helping relations.. Most of my Kin back home are too stubborn and hard headed to even think out side the mountain or the little slice of land they own to ever grasp the real world. I met a Human mage in one of the first places i was ever sent and my young mind had never experienced or seen anything like that before... so true to myself i made the decision that day i was going to learn everything he could teach me...
Well Decades past and humans live short lives the Noble man passed but as no one in his family wanted anything to do with the Arcane arts he left his Spell book, and all his supplies to me. It was to this day still the greatest day of my life. i still don't know much just a few useful things but i get by.. its really hard to try and get other Arcane users to share knowledge and maybe just allow you to get access to books or anything when your a dwarf..
But let it be known... i might not have a HUGE magical repertoire at my disposal but i am still a Dawi and that is still a very big and sharp Dwarven Forged AXE ha ha ha
Grombrindal "The White Dwarf" (Dwarf - Wizard) - Fenris_Worldsbane's Tales from the Yawning Portal
Tailen takes the offered dagger and starts to clean it, not one to talk much, just continuing on almost mindlessly, listening to everyone talk but understanding little of the take off kin, dwarves, mages, and the like.
Warforged Fighter Talien
Tailen,
Your brethren you spoke of when you talked about your past memories the ones you trained with...
were they all like you? are you all the same type of warforged? Is there still others out there?
and you said you hope to have the sword you picked up off one of yours who died reforged, into what?
Grombrindal "The White Dwarf" (Dwarf - Wizard) - Fenris_Worldsbane's Tales from the Yawning Portal
There are other types of Warforged? Is our new friend here typical? As I said earlier, I've never heard of Warforged. The stories of golems tell of them just being mindless things, not talking or thinking.
To Talien
So where were you prior to coming here? Did your bretheren fall recently?
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
OOC Edit: WELL CRAP EVEN WITH A +5 to history WOW
Grombrindal "The White Dwarf" (Dwarf - Wizard) - Fenris_Worldsbane's Tales from the Yawning Portal
To Rees and Arxus
Have you ladies perchance traveled thru Luskan? It's not much - a pirate den if I'm truly honest about it - but it is home.
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
Not much is know about the sentient beings known as Warforged in Faerun. There are rumors and possibly notes cobbled together by far travelers and those interested in interplanetary studies, but it is hard to discern what is fact and what is fiction. All you really know about the golem-like beings (a term which they may find derogatory) is what you see before you - a blend of organic and inorganic materials that likes to talk about war, killing things, and obviously hates rust.
Tailen flatly responds, but his eyes flicker red again thinking directly about his own kind he had ended. They we're not like me, I was superior to them even though we were all of the juggernaut class, I was next in line to become a Master and receive my own apprentice. His eyes return to blue, There are others out there, but I do not know we're at, nor do I know how to return to the black I was made. I am not sure I want too as I will have to order multiple of my kind to stay each other to receive the best one to become the next apprentice. As for my masters sword, I do not know what I will reforge it into....I may fuze our swords together...but if I fail..........
Warforged Fighter Talien
Stonecunning would have made my 10 -> 15 not sure if that helps
Grombrindal "The White Dwarf" (Dwarf - Wizard) - Fenris_Worldsbane's Tales from the Yawning Portal
I am a juggernaut class Warforged, there are two other smaller classes, the smallest he specializes is in......assassination, and the other is in between us in size, but I know little about them. I know nothing of the Golems you speak of.
...If by bretheren you must mean my master...
eyes turn red again
I was with my Master, Koji, we we're killing barbarians on the tundra, we arrived by a teleportation ring near the training arena. The mages sent us there with some......words and drawings.....I can draw and repeat them but I could not return....nobody came for me, I waited there 12 days waiting for the portal. Cleaning these 2 swords and dagger....my master fell 76 days ago, and I left the tundra 12 days after. I have done odd jobs to collect coins since then and so I am here now to collect more. It is what I have been told to be a hobby.
eyes return blue
Warforged Fighter Talien
"I have not ventured along the coast. I prefer the mountains, the woods," Arxius replies. Her curiosity is peaked, however, her attention moving entirely to Alten. "What is it you did there?"
Arxius, Elven Simic Hybrid Ranger in Tales from the Yawning Portal
Luskan sits at the junction of the botttom of the Spine of the World and the Trackless Sea. It is a little bit mountainous and a port. It was once known as the City of Sails. As I said earlier, I grew up there. My mother was a cook and a servant in the Temple of Torm there. We were at the temple daily, working for the Brothers. A couple of them took me under their wings and taught me how to read, write, and fight. I took the vows of an Acoyle of Torm serveral years ago and recently competed my training. I'm currently trying to find any survivors of a masacare that happened about 15 years ago, in a small, mountainous mining town of Coalfell. I heard rumors of a survivor near here, but it proved false.
But I'm not the interesting one here. Tell me, from where do you hail?
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
"I-" she begins, but her tongue stills as she hesitates. He said he took the vows of an Acolyte, alleviating some of her concerns when he mentioned a port. Still, who was to say how much a stranger knew. The Simic Combine had been two steps ahead of her for a long time, it could all be a trap.
"There is no place, to my knowledge," Arxius tells him truthfully. She remembers the waves rocking the ship. Some of them slept, some of them screamed. She had waited. Her forked ear twitches nervously, peaking through her hair. "Where I sleep is my home for the moment. It has been that way as long as I recall. What happened in Coalfell?"
Arxius, Elven Simic Hybrid Ranger in Tales from the Yawning Portal
Having no place to call home is a sad thing. Maybe one day you will find such a place.
As far as Coalfell, Orc raiders masacered the town. I was found there, a small child hidden in a root cellar, by the man I call Uncle. At least that's what they tell me. I don't actually remember it.
Do you happen to have knowledge of any of the Orc tribes that inhabit central part of the Spine of the World?
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
"I'm an orphan, too." It was more than she typically offered, but the information was harmless.
"I go where she goes and do my best to blend in." She nodded toward Arxius. "Not familiar with any Orc tribes, though. I've found it safest to avoid them."
Rees Changeling Rogue in Tales From the Yawning Portal: Sunless Citadel
Nikya Centaur Blood Hunter in Death House Halloween Oneshot