"Thulewyn Thunderwood be what I'm called." The surprising clean shaven dwarf stands firm with his but of his pike firmly pressed to the ground and standing straight up. The links on his chain mail clinking as he stepped forward to make his presence known.
A large dark bearded red eyed dwarf in a breastplate wearing the insignia of a quartermaster, sitting patiently in the back, speaks up; his voice a gravelly authoritative tone. “Gunny’s my name, Gunny Stormgrace.” He’s holstered with axes and hammers, well used. As he gets up and gives his name his movements belay an easy grace, like that of an athlete in season.
An uncharacteristically thin Dwarf flashes the group a practiced smile. His jet black hair and beard are meticulously groomed, and brown eyes seem to glitter with flecks of gold.
"Dain Ironweave," he says with a graceful bow. He subtly pulls a bit of fleece from his pouch and begins to play the air drums. Before anyone can question his odd behavior a low, steady drum beat fills the air around him. "Tis my tune that will stir yer hearts in battle, and yer deeds of honor and glory that be sung beneath the mountain."
He begins to sway gently to the steady beat, picking the perfect pocket to begin chanting, "The heart of the mountain, the heart of the Clan. From stone we are forged, from flame are reborn. The heart of the mountain, the heart of the clan." He chose this ancient dwarven chant, favored by the mountain dwarves, to assure his comrades that in this they are brothers. Ancient fueds between the hill dwarves and the mountain dwarves are to be set aside as the clans unite to battle a greater threat.
clap clap clap A she-dwarf with a black wolf pelt coat claps with clear disdain in her eyes.
"I wasn't aware there would be singing mountain dwarves here." She walks away from Dain to a spot close to the wall. With a flick of her arm, a longsword appears seemingly out of nowhere and she places it on the ground, leaning on it as she glares at Dain.
"Azita's my name. Now I think we have better things to do than stand here and chit-chat, right? Let's kill some bloody elves."
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“Azita the slayer? Is it really you?” Gunny can’t believe his eyes. If this is Azita then elves were about to have a very bad run in with death. Gunny smiles and points at Azita.
"Still haven't taken a bath Gunny?" A slight shift in her tone and a playful demeanour might be recognizable to some, but others would notice that she's not scowling so much. "It's been too long old friend, you're one of the only hill dwarves I can tolerate." Her glare at Dain would be one suitable for children's nightmares.
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"May Clanggedin Silverbeard bless our upcoming effort, my fellow stalwarts!" chortles the grey bearded Hulfan as he places a tray full of mugs of dark beer onto the table. He winks at the pelt clad she-dwarf and rumbles, "There is no rush, the Lord of Battle also wants us to take of the elixir of life when we can. Best to be in the right frame of mind when dealing with the knife ears." He then lifts a mug up and says, "In the name of Moradin, I declare an oath of vengeance to be fulfilled by our company."
He then downs his mug, sits down and starts cataloging his gear.
The air around Azita goes cold. "Did you wink at me?" Her Longsword shifts into a Greatsword and she stands fully up. The shadows of her blade leak out onto the stone floor and her eyes shift to dark storm clouds. "The last man who tried that ended up dead, in a ravine. They still don't know who did it."
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My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual."
Dain had delt with his share of critics over the years, and he knew it was just a matter of time until he would hear Azita whistling one of his tunes while chopping an elf into small bits.
Dain listened carefully to his new companions. These people would become heroes. He felt a sense of pride and responsibility to ensure that their stories be told and sung in dwarven halls for generations.
He reaches for a mug, offering a gracious nod of thanks to the gray bearded dwarf.
Gunny quickly grabs a beer a nod to Hulfan for his generosity. As he takes a big drink he sees Hulfan’s wink, eyes going wide as predictably Azita rises to quell such an interaction. He barely manages to gulp as the air becomes tense…
Gunny side eyes Dain as he corrects Azita’s comment, thinking to himself *thing might get interesting real quick*. “Azita killing everyone who admires your power and presence, might bring an end to our people. Please save your irritation for the knife-ears, as Hulfan calls them.”
"Aye, these pitiful elves need to be taught a lesson about dwarves that they will never forget. Squaking amounts ourselves doesn't teach that lesson. Now what's the plan? Where do we strike and are we expected?" Thulewyn takes a cup and takes a generous swig.
Azita looks back and forth between Gunny and Hulfan, she manages to say. "I suppose you might have a point. Don't need another excuse to slaughter a few dandelion-eaters." Fully turning to Hulfan, "Try it again, I dare you. I won't kill you today, but I will remember."
Dropping her sword, Azita looks at Dain's smirk and decides it is not worth her time. No clatter of steel is heard when the sword hits the ground, it melts into the shadows.
"Well, I'm not planning on sitting around. So whoever wants to, let's go."
Assuming there is a pathway of sorts Azita will begin to walk down it. She travels slowly so others have a chance to catch up.
If there isn't a clear path, Azita will talk to the old soldier.
"Greetings friend. I am Brigadier General Azita. With whom do I speak to?" She faces the soldier and gives s/he/them a slight nod.
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My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual."
Hulfan ignores Azita while she makes her threats, pretending to be engaged at making sure his gear is in order. He plucks a bit of fleece from his vest and brushes it away. A miniature version of Azita appears floating above and behind the head of the she-dwarf blowing kisses to the on-lookers while mooning an Azita. It immediately disappears in a puff of silent smoke before she notices. He then gets up and says, "Well then if you are so insistent on ignoring protocol, then by all means, lead the way."
(Minor Illusion cantrip, no vocal component, fleece as material component) she would need to look back and upward to notice, it was visible to everyone else).
**Moradin's hairy arse** Dain thought to himself. **We best be finding some scandalous elves to kill before we bite our own heads off.**
It takes all of his considerable will power to keep from blasting ale out of his nose when he sees Huflan's illusion. He absently mindedly reaches for his own bit of fleece but thinks better of it. Instead he catches Huflan's eye and offers a nod and a smile.
His focus turns to the business at hand. He listens carefully for any information.
Sadly I've been outplayed here... btw using this colour + bold for OOC.
@Bjorn_Stahl: POG:
A miniature version of Azita appears floating above and behind the head of the she-dwarf blowing kisses to the on-lookers while mooning an Azita. It immediately disappears in a puff of silent smoke before she notices.
When the party is ready to depart Dain again calls on the power of his voice to try and unite the group.
He uses a bit of fleece and subtle magic to set a tempo. The rhythmic sound of marching feet fills the air, and a voice sounding too deep to come from such a puny looking dwarf rumbles out like thunder as he begins the ancient dwarven war chant.
All of your characters are in a caravan an old soldier says “Well we’ll be fighting these elves together so everyone introduce themselves”
"Thulewyn Thunderwood be what I'm called." The surprising clean shaven dwarf stands firm with his but of his pike firmly pressed to the ground and standing straight up. The links on his chain mail clinking as he stepped forward to make his presence known.
A large dark bearded red eyed dwarf in a breastplate wearing the insignia of a quartermaster, sitting patiently in the back, speaks up; his voice a gravelly authoritative tone. “Gunny’s my name, Gunny Stormgrace.” He’s holstered with axes and hammers, well used. As he gets up and gives his name his movements belay an easy grace, like that of an athlete in season.
He brushes off some ever present rock dust.
An uncharacteristically thin Dwarf flashes the group a practiced smile. His jet black hair and beard are meticulously groomed, and brown eyes seem to glitter with flecks of gold.
"Dain Ironweave," he says with a graceful bow. He subtly pulls a bit of fleece from his pouch and begins to play the air drums. Before anyone can question his odd behavior a low, steady drum beat fills the air around him. "Tis my tune that will stir yer hearts in battle, and yer deeds of honor and glory that be sung beneath the mountain."
He begins to sway gently to the steady beat, picking the perfect pocket to begin chanting, "The heart of the mountain, the heart of the Clan. From stone we are forged, from flame are reborn. The heart of the mountain, the heart of the clan." He chose this ancient dwarven chant, favored by the mountain dwarves, to assure his comrades that in this they are brothers. Ancient fueds between the hill dwarves and the mountain dwarves are to be set aside as the clans unite to battle a greater threat.
What Dain does, he tends to do with a flourish.
clap clap clap A she-dwarf with a black wolf pelt coat claps with clear disdain in her eyes.
"I wasn't aware there would be singing mountain dwarves here." She walks away from Dain to a spot close to the wall. With a flick of her arm, a longsword appears seemingly out of nowhere and she places it on the ground, leaning on it as she glares at Dain.
"Azita's my name. Now I think we have better things to do than stand here and chit-chat, right? Let's kill some bloody elves."
My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual."
Rubik's PR: 18.05 Ao5: 21.49 Ao12: 24.35 Ao100: 27.97
srry, I'm on spring break so I didn't check this. Won't happen again.
My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual."
Rubik's PR: 18.05 Ao5: 21.49 Ao12: 24.35 Ao100: 27.97
“Azita the slayer? Is it really you?” Gunny can’t believe his eyes. If this is Azita then elves were about to have a very bad run in with death. Gunny smiles and points at Azita.
"Still haven't taken a bath Gunny?" A slight shift in her tone and a playful demeanour might be recognizable to some, but others would notice that she's not scowling so much. "It's been too long old friend, you're one of the only hill dwarves I can tolerate." Her glare at Dain would be one suitable for children's nightmares.
My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual."
Rubik's PR: 18.05 Ao5: 21.49 Ao12: 24.35 Ao100: 27.97
"May Clanggedin Silverbeard bless our upcoming effort, my fellow stalwarts!" chortles the grey bearded Hulfan as he places a tray full of mugs of dark beer onto the table. He winks at the pelt clad she-dwarf and rumbles, "There is no rush, the Lord of Battle also wants us to take of the elixir of life when we can. Best to be in the right frame of mind when dealing with the knife ears." He then lifts a mug up and says, "In the name of Moradin, I declare an oath of vengeance to be fulfilled by our company."
He then downs his mug, sits down and starts cataloging his gear.
Cats go Moo!
The air around Azita goes cold. "Did you wink at me?" Her Longsword shifts into a Greatsword and she stands fully up. The shadows of her blade leak out onto the stone floor and her eyes shift to dark storm clouds. "The last man who tried that ended up dead, in a ravine. They still don't know who did it."
My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual."
Rubik's PR: 18.05 Ao5: 21.49 Ao12: 24.35 Ao100: 27.97
"Singing Hill dwarf," Dain replies with a smile.
Dain had delt with his share of critics over the years, and he knew it was just a matter of time until he would hear Azita whistling one of his tunes while chopping an elf into small bits.
Dain listened carefully to his new companions. These people would become heroes. He felt a sense of pride and responsibility to ensure that their stories be told and sung in dwarven halls for generations.
He reaches for a mug, offering a gracious nod of thanks to the gray bearded dwarf.
Gunny quickly grabs a beer a nod to Hulfan for his generosity. As he takes a big drink he sees Hulfan’s wink, eyes going wide as predictably Azita rises to quell such an interaction. He barely manages to gulp as the air becomes tense…
Gunny side eyes Dain as he corrects Azita’s comment, thinking to himself *thing might get interesting real quick*. “Azita killing everyone who admires your power and presence, might bring an end to our people. Please save your irritation for the knife-ears, as Hulfan calls them.”
"Aye, these pitiful elves need to be taught a lesson about dwarves that they will never forget. Squaking amounts ourselves doesn't teach that lesson. Now what's the plan? Where do we strike and are we expected?" Thulewyn takes a cup and takes a generous swig.
Azita looks back and forth between Gunny and Hulfan, she manages to say. "I suppose you might have a point. Don't need another excuse to slaughter a few dandelion-eaters." Fully turning to Hulfan, "Try it again, I dare you. I won't kill you today, but I will remember."
Dropping her sword, Azita looks at Dain's smirk and decides it is not worth her time. No clatter of steel is heard when the sword hits the ground, it melts into the shadows.
"Well, I'm not planning on sitting around. So whoever wants to, let's go."
Assuming there is a pathway of sorts Azita will begin to walk down it. She travels slowly so others have a chance to catch up.
If there isn't a clear path, Azita will talk to the old soldier.
"Greetings friend. I am Brigadier General Azita. With whom do I speak to?" She faces the soldier and gives s/he/them a slight nod.
My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual."
Rubik's PR: 18.05 Ao5: 21.49 Ao12: 24.35 Ao100: 27.97
Hulfan ignores Azita while she makes her threats, pretending to be engaged at making sure his gear is in order. He plucks a bit of fleece from his vest and brushes it away. A miniature version of Azita appears floating above and behind the head of the she-dwarf blowing kisses to the on-lookers while mooning an Azita. It immediately disappears in a puff of silent smoke before she notices. He then gets up and says, "Well then if you are so insistent on ignoring protocol, then by all means, lead the way."
(Minor Illusion cantrip, no vocal component, fleece as material component) she would need to look back and upward to notice, it was visible to everyone else).
Cats go Moo!
**Moradin's hairy arse** Dain thought to himself. **We best be finding some scandalous elves to kill before we bite our own heads off.**
It takes all of his considerable will power to keep from blasting ale out of his nose when he sees Huflan's illusion. He absently mindedly reaches for his own bit of fleece but thinks better of it. Instead he catches Huflan's eye and offers a nod and a smile.
His focus turns to the business at hand. He listens carefully for any information.
Sadly I've been outplayed here... btw using this colour + bold for OOC.
@Bjorn_Stahl: POG:
My top 3 answers: "You can try to do that." "No, that does not mean I like pans." "Yes, I am pansexual."
Rubik's PR: 18.05 Ao5: 21.49 Ao12: 24.35 Ao100: 27.97
Gunny grabs the beer Azita resisted, he quickly drinks both, ‘This isn’t over till the elves are dead, or we are…’
He follows Azita poker faced not showing any reaction to Hulfan’s antics, she truly might attack!
Wiping any foam off his lip he lets go an epic belch and follows along.
”Now that weer all acquainted let's find some elves.” Gunny pulls out a couple handaxes.
When the party is ready to depart Dain again calls on the power of his voice to try and unite the group.
He uses a bit of fleece and subtle magic to set a tempo. The rhythmic sound of marching feet fills the air, and a voice sounding too deep to come from such a puny looking dwarf rumbles out like thunder as he begins the ancient dwarven war chant.
"They call us low, they call us small,
Yet stone outlast the forest tall.
**Break their bows and burn their trees,
Crush their skulls and bite their knees!**
By hammers strike and anvils song,
We stand, unyielding, proud and strong!
**Break their bows and burn their trees,
Crush their skulls and bite their knees!**
No elf shall take what dwarves have made,
Their fate is forged by axe and blade.
**Break their bows and burn their trees,
Crush their skulls and bite their knees.**