A very tall figure, nearly 7' tall, walks into the tavern, wearing an ornate set of studded leather armor with the pelt of a Winter Wolf on his back. He carries multiple handaxes and daggers in sheathes on his belt, forearms, and legs, and a pair of javelins are in a special holster on his back. On his left hip is an ornate horn with gold and iron fittings and engraved with scenes of war. His face is covered by a wooden mask with various runes and symbols engraved in it, all of them stained with faded woad.
In his right hand is a rough-hewn, and well-worn staff topped with the skull of some indeterminable humanoid, the eye sockets of which have been filled with two mildly enchanted corundum gemstones. Several strings are draped and secured around the top of the staff, each of them adorned with various feathers, teeth, and claws.
Daybreak notices the person enter the tavern from outside. He turns into a blond haired, short (like, halfling short) humanoid to enter the tavern. Daybreak knows how to recognize orcs, and severely dislikes them.
The figure takes a seat at the bar and orders a rather unusual drink: Gutbuster. He removes the mask and runs the loop through his belt, revealing himself to be an orc, and a relatively young one at that.
The Halfling sized person made their way to the Orc, and said, "Why, hello there. I haven't seen any orcs around here, ever. Thats either because the tavern agrees with me that they are all horrible, or because i just got here."
The orc turns to him, chuckling. "I'm guessing you are the dragon who was outside, aren't you? A Topaz, if I'm not mistaken." He chuckles again. "No, orcs aren't common here, but I am not like most, nor is the rest of my tribe." He shakes his head sadly. "I've fought the cultists who wanted to bring back the princes of elemental evil. I helped kill an Adult Black Dragon that was in league with them. And I wanted nothing in return, but a safe place for my people, my tribe."
"hmm. those do seem like righteous acts... but i don't believe it. and, yes, i was the topaz Dragon"
Lhurr shakes his head sadly. "And why not? Why is it that everyone judges people based on the deeds of the majority of their race?" He snorts, and drains the mug of Gutbuster in one go, ordering another one, and paying in a platinum piece.
"oh, i don't. unless its orcs. all orcs are terrible."
"Then you do. You espouse to not treat anyone by their looks, and yet you make an exception for a SINGLE race. What about fiends? Demons? Devils? Do you give them the same treatment as you do my people? Or do you give them, the most notoriously evil races of all, the benefit of the doubt, and wait until you learn their motives first?" Lhurr turns back to the bar with a snort.
Daybreak sighs before saying, "listen, maybe not ALL orcs are THAT terrible, but i have experienced first hand what Orcs do when nobody is left to-uhhh... take care of them." Lhurr notices a few small scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
Lhurr turns back to him, sympathy on his face, oddly enough. "I understand that, and won't disagree that most of my people are. My tribe nearly got wiped out by a rival one once, but we never once attacked any humanoid towns or settlements. My tribe only ever sought peace, unlike most orcs." He smiles sadly. "But we were decimated by the cults. We were once a tribe of over 250. There's now barely 50 of us left."
"sad. the village i lived near was much larger, at least 600 people. they just antagonized me after i Accidently killed one of their hunters. they sent people to try and kill me, which i had no choice but to kill."
Lhurr nods sadly. "Unfortunately true of many of my people. They are too quick to anger, and once angered, rarely seem to think clearly."
"the most recent attack, was in fact, only a few hours ago. about 5 Orcs, and then a mage, and a very angry ax weilding lunatic. there were 2 others busy fighting my sea spawn guards, and they actually almost killed me until i was teleported here by the mage. i think."
Lhurr seems very surprised at this. "7 in total to take on a Dragon? Those must of been their strongest..." he sighs and chuckles sadly. "Another downfall of many orcs: stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive or forget."
"the worst part about them is said unwillingness to forget. the hunter accident happened over 3,000 years ago."
Lhurr goes silent, obviously in shock now, before slowly starting to laugh. "That has to be a new record for longest grudge held, even for my usually stubborn people."
"oh, and it doesn't help whenever i wake up somebody's heart stops. hence my title, The waking death. they spent way to much time proving that theory."
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"
"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
"Hmmm...interesting."
"the older i get, the stronger the link becomes. eventually, about 800 years ago, i just became a conduit of death."
Lhurr seems to take it in stride, oddly enough. "Interesting indeed." He says, as he downs this mug of Gutbuster with ease as well, ordering his third. "I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, by the way, Shaman of the Black Spear tribe." He says, extending his hand for a handshake.
Daybreak reluctantly shook their hand while saying, "Lizagnazeialqi, The waking death, Blightingale, witherjaw, i have a lot of nicknames, but just call me daybreak."
Lhurr smiles a little. "Pleasure to meet you Daybreak. Care for a drink?"
Daybreak smiles, and replies, "Why not?"
*fun fact: Daybreak is one of his most common nicknames, and the entire part of the high seas he lived in, which is the name of the setting he is from, has a saying: Death by daybreak, which basically means (1GP) we gotta hurry*
"Well, what would you like? I'm having this lovely concoction called Gutbuster, usually only brewed by the dwarves of Faerun, although I don't know what exactly it is, other than that it has one hell of a kick." Lhurr grins. "Most people outside of dwarves can't stand it, but I've picked up a taste for it."
*Fun, although isn't Dead by Daylight a video game?*
*i have honestly never heard of it. but it sounds like it would be a video game. the reason his nickname is daybreak is cause thats when he wakes up, and somebody dies.*
"i'll try it. it can't be THAT bad."
Lhurr chuckles and orders a Gutbuster for Daybreak. "You may live to regret those words yet, Daybreak."
"i doubt that."
Soon enough, the bartender comes over with a mug full of...something. It has a very strong, and rather unpleasant, smell. It's a very dark brown color.
A very tall figure, nearly 7' tall, walks into the tavern, wearing an ornate set of studded leather armor with the pelt of a Winter Wolf on his back. He carries multiple handaxes and daggers in sheathes on his belt, forearms, and legs, and a pair of javelins are in a special holster on his back. On his left hip is an ornate horn with gold and iron fittings and engraved with scenes of war. His face is covered by a wooden mask with various runes and symbols engraved in it, all of them stained with faded woad.
In his right hand is a rough-hewn, and well-worn staff topped with the skull of some indeterminable humanoid, the eye sockets of which have been filled with two mildly enchanted corundum gemstones. Several strings are draped and secured around the top of the staff, each of them adorned with various feathers, teeth, and claws.
Daybreak notices the person enter the tavern from outside. He turns into a blond haired, short (like, halfling short) humanoid to enter the tavern. Daybreak knows how to recognize orcs, and severely dislikes them.
The figure takes a seat at the bar and orders a rather unusual drink: Gutbuster. He removes the mask and runs the loop through his belt, revealing himself to be an orc, and a relatively young one at that.
The Halfling sized person made their way to the Orc, and said, "Why, hello there. I haven't seen any orcs around here, ever. Thats either because the tavern agrees with me that they are all horrible, or because i just got here."
The orc turns to him, chuckling. "I'm guessing you are the dragon who was outside, aren't you? A Topaz, if I'm not mistaken." He chuckles again. "No, orcs aren't common here, but I am not like most, nor is the rest of my tribe." He shakes his head sadly. "I've fought the cultists who wanted to bring back the princes of elemental evil. I helped kill an Adult Black Dragon that was in league with them. And I wanted nothing in return, but a safe place for my people, my tribe."
"hmm. those do seem like righteous acts... but i don't believe it. and, yes, i was the topaz Dragon"
Lhurr shakes his head sadly. "And why not? Why is it that everyone judges people based on the deeds of the majority of their race?" He snorts, and drains the mug of Gutbuster in one go, ordering another one, and paying in a platinum piece.
"oh, i don't. unless its orcs. all orcs are terrible."
"Then you do. You espouse to not treat anyone by their looks, and yet you make an exception for a SINGLE race. What about fiends? Demons? Devils? Do you give them the same treatment as you do my people? Or do you give them, the most notoriously evil races of all, the benefit of the doubt, and wait until you learn their motives first?" Lhurr turns back to the bar with a snort.
Daybreak sighs before saying, "listen, maybe not ALL orcs are THAT terrible, but i have experienced first hand what Orcs do when nobody is left to-uhhh... take care of them." Lhurr notices a few small scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
Lhurr turns back to him, sympathy on his face, oddly enough. "I understand that, and won't disagree that most of my people are. My tribe nearly got wiped out by a rival one once, but we never once attacked any humanoid towns or settlements. My tribe only ever sought peace, unlike most orcs." He smiles sadly. "But we were decimated by the cults. We were once a tribe of over 250. There's now barely 50 of us left."
"sad. the village i lived near was much larger, at least 600 people. they just antagonized me after i Accidently killed one of their hunters. they sent people to try and kill me, which i had no choice but to kill."
Lhurr nods sadly. "Unfortunately true of many of my people. They are too quick to anger, and once angered, rarely seem to think clearly."
"the most recent attack, was in fact, only a few hours ago. about 5 Orcs, and then a mage, and a very angry ax weilding lunatic. there were 2 others busy fighting my sea spawn guards, and they actually almost killed me until i was teleported here by the mage. i think."
Lhurr seems very surprised at this. "7 in total to take on a Dragon? Those must of been their strongest..." he sighs and chuckles sadly. "Another downfall of many orcs: stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive or forget."
"the worst part about them is said unwillingness to forget. the hunter accident happened over 3,000 years ago."
Lhurr goes silent, obviously in shock now, before slowly starting to laugh. "That has to be a new record for longest grudge held, even for my usually stubborn people."
"oh, and it doesn't help whenever i wake up somebody's heart stops. hence my title, The waking death. they spent way to much time proving that theory."
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"
"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
"Hmmm...interesting."
"the older i get, the stronger the link becomes. eventually, about 800 years ago, i just became a conduit of death."
Lhurr seems to take it in stride, oddly enough. "Interesting indeed." He says, as he downs this mug of Gutbuster with ease as well, ordering his third. "I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, by the way, Shaman of the Black Spear tribe." He says, extending his hand for a handshake.
Daybreak reluctantly shook their hand while saying, "Lizagnazeialqi, The waking death, Blightingale, witherjaw, i have a lot of nicknames, but just call me daybreak."
Lhurr smiles a little. "Pleasure to meet you Daybreak. Care for a drink?"
Daybreak smiles, and replies, "Why not?"
*fun fact: Daybreak is one of his most common nicknames, and the entire part of the high seas he lived in, which is the name of the setting he is from, has a saying: Death by daybreak, which basically means (1GP) we gotta hurry*
"Well, what would you like? I'm having this lovely concoction called Gutbuster, usually only brewed by the dwarves of Faerun, although I don't know what exactly it is, other than that it has one hell of a kick." Lhurr grins. "Most people outside of dwarves can't stand it, but I've picked up a taste for it."
*Fun, although isn't Dead by Daylight a video game?*
*i have honestly never heard of it. but it sounds like it would be a video game. the reason his nickname is daybreak is cause thats when he wakes up, and somebody dies.*
"i'll try it. it can't be THAT bad."
Lhurr chuckles and orders a Gutbuster for Daybreak. "You may live to regret those words yet, Daybreak."
"i doubt that."
Soon enough, the bartender comes over with a mug full of...something. It has a very strong, and rather unpleasant, smell. It's a very dark brown color.
"are you sure this isn't just mud?"
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i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
A very tall figure, nearly 7' tall, walks into the tavern, wearing an ornate set of studded leather armor with the pelt of a Winter Wolf on his back. He carries multiple handaxes and daggers in sheathes on his belt, forearms, and legs, and a pair of javelins are in a special holster on his back. On his left hip is an ornate horn with gold and iron fittings and engraved with scenes of war. His face is covered by a wooden mask with various runes and symbols engraved in it, all of them stained with faded woad.
In his right hand is a rough-hewn, and well-worn staff topped with the skull of some indeterminable humanoid, the eye sockets of which have been filled with two mildly enchanted corundum gemstones. Several strings are draped and secured around the top of the staff, each of them adorned with various feathers, teeth, and claws.
Daybreak notices the person enter the tavern from outside. He turns into a blond haired, short (like, halfling short) humanoid to enter the tavern. Daybreak knows how to recognize orcs, and severely dislikes them.
The figure takes a seat at the bar and orders a rather unusual drink: Gutbuster. He removes the mask and runs the loop through his belt, revealing himself to be an orc, and a relatively young one at that.
The Halfling sized person made their way to the Orc, and said, "Why, hello there. I haven't seen any orcs around here, ever. Thats either because the tavern agrees with me that they are all horrible, or because i just got here."
The orc turns to him, chuckling. "I'm guessing you are the dragon who was outside, aren't you? A Topaz, if I'm not mistaken." He chuckles again. "No, orcs aren't common here, but I am not like most, nor is the rest of my tribe." He shakes his head sadly. "I've fought the cultists who wanted to bring back the princes of elemental evil. I helped kill an Adult Black Dragon that was in league with them. And I wanted nothing in return, but a safe place for my people, my tribe."
"hmm. those do seem like righteous acts... but i don't believe it. and, yes, i was the topaz Dragon"
Lhurr shakes his head sadly. "And why not? Why is it that everyone judges people based on the deeds of the majority of their race?" He snorts, and drains the mug of Gutbuster in one go, ordering another one, and paying in a platinum piece.
"oh, i don't. unless its orcs. all orcs are terrible."
"Then you do. You espouse to not treat anyone by their looks, and yet you make an exception for a SINGLE race. What about fiends? Demons? Devils? Do you give them the same treatment as you do my people? Or do you give them, the most notoriously evil races of all, the benefit of the doubt, and wait until you learn their motives first?" Lhurr turns back to the bar with a snort.
Daybreak sighs before saying, "listen, maybe not ALL orcs are THAT terrible, but i have experienced first hand what Orcs do when nobody is left to-uhhh... take care of them." Lhurr notices a few small scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
Lhurr turns back to him, sympathy on his face, oddly enough. "I understand that, and won't disagree that most of my people are. My tribe nearly got wiped out by a rival one once, but we never once attacked any humanoid towns or settlements. My tribe only ever sought peace, unlike most orcs." He smiles sadly. "But we were decimated by the cults. We were once a tribe of over 250. There's now barely 50 of us left."
"sad. the village i lived near was much larger, at least 600 people. they just antagonized me after i Accidently killed one of their hunters. they sent people to try and kill me, which i had no choice but to kill."
Lhurr nods sadly. "Unfortunately true of many of my people. They are too quick to anger, and once angered, rarely seem to think clearly."
"the most recent attack, was in fact, only a few hours ago. about 5 Orcs, and then a mage, and a very angry ax weilding lunatic. there were 2 others busy fighting my sea spawn guards, and they actually almost killed me until i was teleported here by the mage. i think."
Lhurr seems very surprised at this. "7 in total to take on a Dragon? Those must of been their strongest..." he sighs and chuckles sadly. "Another downfall of many orcs: stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive or forget."
"the worst part about them is said unwillingness to forget. the hunter accident happened over 3,000 years ago."
Lhurr goes silent, obviously in shock now, before slowly starting to laugh. "That has to be a new record for longest grudge held, even for my usually stubborn people."
"oh, and it doesn't help whenever i wake up somebody's heart stops. hence my title, The waking death. they spent way to much time proving that theory."
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"
"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
"Hmmm...interesting."
"the older i get, the stronger the link becomes. eventually, about 800 years ago, i just became a conduit of death."
Lhurr seems to take it in stride, oddly enough. "Interesting indeed." He says, as he downs this mug of Gutbuster with ease as well, ordering his third. "I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, by the way, Shaman of the Black Spear tribe." He says, extending his hand for a handshake.
Daybreak reluctantly shook their hand while saying, "Lizagnazeialqi, The waking death, Blightingale, witherjaw, i have a lot of nicknames, but just call me daybreak."
Lhurr smiles a little. "Pleasure to meet you Daybreak. Care for a drink?"
Daybreak smiles, and replies, "Why not?"
*fun fact: Daybreak is one of his most common nicknames, and the entire part of the high seas he lived in, which is the name of the setting he is from, has a saying: Death by daybreak, which basically means (1GP) we gotta hurry*
"Well, what would you like? I'm having this lovely concoction called Gutbuster, usually only brewed by the dwarves of Faerun, although I don't know what exactly it is, other than that it has one hell of a kick." Lhurr grins. "Most people outside of dwarves can't stand it, but I've picked up a taste for it."
*Fun, although isn't Dead by Daylight a video game?*
*i have honestly never heard of it. but it sounds like it would be a video game. the reason his nickname is daybreak is cause thats when he wakes up, and somebody dies.*
"i'll try it. it can't be THAT bad."
Lhurr chuckles and orders a Gutbuster for Daybreak. "You may live to regret those words yet, Daybreak."
"i doubt that."
Soon enough, the bartender comes over with a mug full of...something. It has a very strong, and rather unpleasant, smell. It's a very dark brown color.
"are you sure this isn't just mud?"
Lhurr nods, laughing. "Does mud usually smell this bad?" He says, raising his mug with a grin.
A very tall figure, nearly 7' tall, walks into the tavern, wearing an ornate set of studded leather armor with the pelt of a Winter Wolf on his back. He carries multiple handaxes and daggers in sheathes on his belt, forearms, and legs, and a pair of javelins are in a special holster on his back. On his left hip is an ornate horn with gold and iron fittings and engraved with scenes of war. His face is covered by a wooden mask with various runes and symbols engraved in it, all of them stained with faded woad.
In his right hand is a rough-hewn, and well-worn staff topped with the skull of some indeterminable humanoid, the eye sockets of which have been filled with two mildly enchanted corundum gemstones. Several strings are draped and secured around the top of the staff, each of them adorned with various feathers, teeth, and claws.
Daybreak notices the person enter the tavern from outside. He turns into a blond haired, short (like, halfling short) humanoid to enter the tavern. Daybreak knows how to recognize orcs, and severely dislikes them.
The figure takes a seat at the bar and orders a rather unusual drink: Gutbuster. He removes the mask and runs the loop through his belt, revealing himself to be an orc, and a relatively young one at that.
The Halfling sized person made their way to the Orc, and said, "Why, hello there. I haven't seen any orcs around here, ever. Thats either because the tavern agrees with me that they are all horrible, or because i just got here."
The orc turns to him, chuckling. "I'm guessing you are the dragon who was outside, aren't you? A Topaz, if I'm not mistaken." He chuckles again. "No, orcs aren't common here, but I am not like most, nor is the rest of my tribe." He shakes his head sadly. "I've fought the cultists who wanted to bring back the princes of elemental evil. I helped kill an Adult Black Dragon that was in league with them. And I wanted nothing in return, but a safe place for my people, my tribe."
"hmm. those do seem like righteous acts... but i don't believe it. and, yes, i was the topaz Dragon"
Lhurr shakes his head sadly. "And why not? Why is it that everyone judges people based on the deeds of the majority of their race?" He snorts, and drains the mug of Gutbuster in one go, ordering another one, and paying in a platinum piece.
"oh, i don't. unless its orcs. all orcs are terrible."
"Then you do. You espouse to not treat anyone by their looks, and yet you make an exception for a SINGLE race. What about fiends? Demons? Devils? Do you give them the same treatment as you do my people? Or do you give them, the most notoriously evil races of all, the benefit of the doubt, and wait until you learn their motives first?" Lhurr turns back to the bar with a snort.
Daybreak sighs before saying, "listen, maybe not ALL orcs are THAT terrible, but i have experienced first hand what Orcs do when nobody is left to-uhhh... take care of them." Lhurr notices a few small scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
Lhurr turns back to him, sympathy on his face, oddly enough. "I understand that, and won't disagree that most of my people are. My tribe nearly got wiped out by a rival one once, but we never once attacked any humanoid towns or settlements. My tribe only ever sought peace, unlike most orcs." He smiles sadly. "But we were decimated by the cults. We were once a tribe of over 250. There's now barely 50 of us left."
"sad. the village i lived near was much larger, at least 600 people. they just antagonized me after i Accidently killed one of their hunters. they sent people to try and kill me, which i had no choice but to kill."
Lhurr nods sadly. "Unfortunately true of many of my people. They are too quick to anger, and once angered, rarely seem to think clearly."
"the most recent attack, was in fact, only a few hours ago. about 5 Orcs, and then a mage, and a very angry ax weilding lunatic. there were 2 others busy fighting my sea spawn guards, and they actually almost killed me until i was teleported here by the mage. i think."
Lhurr seems very surprised at this. "7 in total to take on a Dragon? Those must of been their strongest..." he sighs and chuckles sadly. "Another downfall of many orcs: stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive or forget."
"the worst part about them is said unwillingness to forget. the hunter accident happened over 3,000 years ago."
Lhurr goes silent, obviously in shock now, before slowly starting to laugh. "That has to be a new record for longest grudge held, even for my usually stubborn people."
"oh, and it doesn't help whenever i wake up somebody's heart stops. hence my title, The waking death. they spent way to much time proving that theory."
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"
"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
"Hmmm...interesting."
"the older i get, the stronger the link becomes. eventually, about 800 years ago, i just became a conduit of death."
Lhurr seems to take it in stride, oddly enough. "Interesting indeed." He says, as he downs this mug of Gutbuster with ease as well, ordering his third. "I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, by the way, Shaman of the Black Spear tribe." He says, extending his hand for a handshake.
Daybreak reluctantly shook their hand while saying, "Lizagnazeialqi, The waking death, Blightingale, witherjaw, i have a lot of nicknames, but just call me daybreak."
Lhurr smiles a little. "Pleasure to meet you Daybreak. Care for a drink?"
Daybreak smiles, and replies, "Why not?"
*fun fact: Daybreak is one of his most common nicknames, and the entire part of the high seas he lived in, which is the name of the setting he is from, has a saying: Death by daybreak, which basically means (1GP) we gotta hurry*
"Well, what would you like? I'm having this lovely concoction called Gutbuster, usually only brewed by the dwarves of Faerun, although I don't know what exactly it is, other than that it has one hell of a kick." Lhurr grins. "Most people outside of dwarves can't stand it, but I've picked up a taste for it."
*Fun, although isn't Dead by Daylight a video game?*
*i have honestly never heard of it. but it sounds like it would be a video game. the reason his nickname is daybreak is cause thats when he wakes up, and somebody dies.*
"i'll try it. it can't be THAT bad."
Lhurr chuckles and orders a Gutbuster for Daybreak. "You may live to regret those words yet, Daybreak."
"i doubt that."
Soon enough, the bartender comes over with a mug full of...something. It has a very strong, and rather unpleasant, smell. It's a very dark brown color.
"are you sure this isn't just mud?"
Lhurr nods, laughing. "Does mud usually smell this bad?" He says, raising his mug with a grin.
"if it has a bunch of ill warthogs vomiting into it, yes."
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Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
A very tall figure, nearly 7' tall, walks into the tavern, wearing an ornate set of studded leather armor with the pelt of a Winter Wolf on his back. He carries multiple handaxes and daggers in sheathes on his belt, forearms, and legs, and a pair of javelins are in a special holster on his back. On his left hip is an ornate horn with gold and iron fittings and engraved with scenes of war. His face is covered by a wooden mask with various runes and symbols engraved in it, all of them stained with faded woad.
In his right hand is a rough-hewn, and well-worn staff topped with the skull of some indeterminable humanoid, the eye sockets of which have been filled with two mildly enchanted corundum gemstones. Several strings are draped and secured around the top of the staff, each of them adorned with various feathers, teeth, and claws.
Daybreak notices the person enter the tavern from outside. He turns into a blond haired, short (like, halfling short) humanoid to enter the tavern. Daybreak knows how to recognize orcs, and severely dislikes them.
The figure takes a seat at the bar and orders a rather unusual drink: Gutbuster. He removes the mask and runs the loop through his belt, revealing himself to be an orc, and a relatively young one at that.
The Halfling sized person made their way to the Orc, and said, "Why, hello there. I haven't seen any orcs around here, ever. Thats either because the tavern agrees with me that they are all horrible, or because i just got here."
The orc turns to him, chuckling. "I'm guessing you are the dragon who was outside, aren't you? A Topaz, if I'm not mistaken." He chuckles again. "No, orcs aren't common here, but I am not like most, nor is the rest of my tribe." He shakes his head sadly. "I've fought the cultists who wanted to bring back the princes of elemental evil. I helped kill an Adult Black Dragon that was in league with them. And I wanted nothing in return, but a safe place for my people, my tribe."
"hmm. those do seem like righteous acts... but i don't believe it. and, yes, i was the topaz Dragon"
Lhurr shakes his head sadly. "And why not? Why is it that everyone judges people based on the deeds of the majority of their race?" He snorts, and drains the mug of Gutbuster in one go, ordering another one, and paying in a platinum piece.
"oh, i don't. unless its orcs. all orcs are terrible."
"Then you do. You espouse to not treat anyone by their looks, and yet you make an exception for a SINGLE race. What about fiends? Demons? Devils? Do you give them the same treatment as you do my people? Or do you give them, the most notoriously evil races of all, the benefit of the doubt, and wait until you learn their motives first?" Lhurr turns back to the bar with a snort.
Daybreak sighs before saying, "listen, maybe not ALL orcs are THAT terrible, but i have experienced first hand what Orcs do when nobody is left to-uhhh... take care of them." Lhurr notices a few small scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
Lhurr turns back to him, sympathy on his face, oddly enough. "I understand that, and won't disagree that most of my people are. My tribe nearly got wiped out by a rival one once, but we never once attacked any humanoid towns or settlements. My tribe only ever sought peace, unlike most orcs." He smiles sadly. "But we were decimated by the cults. We were once a tribe of over 250. There's now barely 50 of us left."
"sad. the village i lived near was much larger, at least 600 people. they just antagonized me after i Accidently killed one of their hunters. they sent people to try and kill me, which i had no choice but to kill."
Lhurr nods sadly. "Unfortunately true of many of my people. They are too quick to anger, and once angered, rarely seem to think clearly."
"the most recent attack, was in fact, only a few hours ago. about 5 Orcs, and then a mage, and a very angry ax weilding lunatic. there were 2 others busy fighting my sea spawn guards, and they actually almost killed me until i was teleported here by the mage. i think."
Lhurr seems very surprised at this. "7 in total to take on a Dragon? Those must of been their strongest..." he sighs and chuckles sadly. "Another downfall of many orcs: stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive or forget."
"the worst part about them is said unwillingness to forget. the hunter accident happened over 3,000 years ago."
Lhurr goes silent, obviously in shock now, before slowly starting to laugh. "That has to be a new record for longest grudge held, even for my usually stubborn people."
"oh, and it doesn't help whenever i wake up somebody's heart stops. hence my title, The waking death. they spent way to much time proving that theory."
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"
"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
"Hmmm...interesting."
"the older i get, the stronger the link becomes. eventually, about 800 years ago, i just became a conduit of death."
Lhurr seems to take it in stride, oddly enough. "Interesting indeed." He says, as he downs this mug of Gutbuster with ease as well, ordering his third. "I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, by the way, Shaman of the Black Spear tribe." He says, extending his hand for a handshake.
Daybreak reluctantly shook their hand while saying, "Lizagnazeialqi, The waking death, Blightingale, witherjaw, i have a lot of nicknames, but just call me daybreak."
Lhurr smiles a little. "Pleasure to meet you Daybreak. Care for a drink?"
Daybreak smiles, and replies, "Why not?"
*fun fact: Daybreak is one of his most common nicknames, and the entire part of the high seas he lived in, which is the name of the setting he is from, has a saying: Death by daybreak, which basically means (1GP) we gotta hurry*
"Well, what would you like? I'm having this lovely concoction called Gutbuster, usually only brewed by the dwarves of Faerun, although I don't know what exactly it is, other than that it has one hell of a kick." Lhurr grins. "Most people outside of dwarves can't stand it, but I've picked up a taste for it."
*Fun, although isn't Dead by Daylight a video game?*
*i have honestly never heard of it. but it sounds like it would be a video game. the reason his nickname is daybreak is cause thats when he wakes up, and somebody dies.*
"i'll try it. it can't be THAT bad."
Lhurr chuckles and orders a Gutbuster for Daybreak. "You may live to regret those words yet, Daybreak."
"i doubt that."
Soon enough, the bartender comes over with a mug full of...something. It has a very strong, and rather unpleasant, smell. It's a very dark brown color.
"are you sure this isn't just mud?"
Lhurr nods, laughing. "Does mud usually smell this bad?" He says, raising his mug with a grin.
"if it has a bunch of ill warthogs vomiting into it, yes."
Lhurr laughs. "It's not mud. Like I said, it's something Dwarves concocted centuries ago, although I'm not sure if anyone outside of their brewmasters know what exactly it is."
*Basically, it's the dwarven equivalent of Moonshine, so you figure out what it's gonna taste like. XD*
*Also, this is straight form Forgotten Realms Wiki: "Gutbuster was a strong drink that only the toughest dwarves and foolhardiest non-dwarves would ever attempt to drink. However, if the drinker survived it, they were granted immunity to poison, sleep and cold for some time. It was described as the 'most foul-tasting concoction ever brewed.'"*
*Aaaaaannnnd Alaric abandoned us again...dang it...Really wanted Nia to see her diadem without me needing to have Soldaer show it to her....*
*noooooooooooooo*
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Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
A very tall figure, nearly 7' tall, walks into the tavern, wearing an ornate set of studded leather armor with the pelt of a Winter Wolf on his back. He carries multiple handaxes and daggers in sheathes on his belt, forearms, and legs, and a pair of javelins are in a special holster on his back. On his left hip is an ornate horn with gold and iron fittings and engraved with scenes of war. His face is covered by a wooden mask with various runes and symbols engraved in it, all of them stained with faded woad.
In his right hand is a rough-hewn, and well-worn staff topped with the skull of some indeterminable humanoid, the eye sockets of which have been filled with two mildly enchanted corundum gemstones. Several strings are draped and secured around the top of the staff, each of them adorned with various feathers, teeth, and claws.
Daybreak notices the person enter the tavern from outside. He turns into a blond haired, short (like, halfling short) humanoid to enter the tavern. Daybreak knows how to recognize orcs, and severely dislikes them.
The figure takes a seat at the bar and orders a rather unusual drink: Gutbuster. He removes the mask and runs the loop through his belt, revealing himself to be an orc, and a relatively young one at that.
The Halfling sized person made their way to the Orc, and said, "Why, hello there. I haven't seen any orcs around here, ever. Thats either because the tavern agrees with me that they are all horrible, or because i just got here."
The orc turns to him, chuckling. "I'm guessing you are the dragon who was outside, aren't you? A Topaz, if I'm not mistaken." He chuckles again. "No, orcs aren't common here, but I am not like most, nor is the rest of my tribe." He shakes his head sadly. "I've fought the cultists who wanted to bring back the princes of elemental evil. I helped kill an Adult Black Dragon that was in league with them. And I wanted nothing in return, but a safe place for my people, my tribe."
"hmm. those do seem like righteous acts... but i don't believe it. and, yes, i was the topaz Dragon"
Lhurr shakes his head sadly. "And why not? Why is it that everyone judges people based on the deeds of the majority of their race?" He snorts, and drains the mug of Gutbuster in one go, ordering another one, and paying in a platinum piece.
"oh, i don't. unless its orcs. all orcs are terrible."
"Then you do. You espouse to not treat anyone by their looks, and yet you make an exception for a SINGLE race. What about fiends? Demons? Devils? Do you give them the same treatment as you do my people? Or do you give them, the most notoriously evil races of all, the benefit of the doubt, and wait until you learn their motives first?" Lhurr turns back to the bar with a snort.
Daybreak sighs before saying, "listen, maybe not ALL orcs are THAT terrible, but i have experienced first hand what Orcs do when nobody is left to-uhhh... take care of them." Lhurr notices a few small scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
Lhurr turns back to him, sympathy on his face, oddly enough. "I understand that, and won't disagree that most of my people are. My tribe nearly got wiped out by a rival one once, but we never once attacked any humanoid towns or settlements. My tribe only ever sought peace, unlike most orcs." He smiles sadly. "But we were decimated by the cults. We were once a tribe of over 250. There's now barely 50 of us left."
"sad. the village i lived near was much larger, at least 600 people. they just antagonized me after i Accidently killed one of their hunters. they sent people to try and kill me, which i had no choice but to kill."
Lhurr nods sadly. "Unfortunately true of many of my people. They are too quick to anger, and once angered, rarely seem to think clearly."
"the most recent attack, was in fact, only a few hours ago. about 5 Orcs, and then a mage, and a very angry ax weilding lunatic. there were 2 others busy fighting my sea spawn guards, and they actually almost killed me until i was teleported here by the mage. i think."
Lhurr seems very surprised at this. "7 in total to take on a Dragon? Those must of been their strongest..." he sighs and chuckles sadly. "Another downfall of many orcs: stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive or forget."
"the worst part about them is said unwillingness to forget. the hunter accident happened over 3,000 years ago."
Lhurr goes silent, obviously in shock now, before slowly starting to laugh. "That has to be a new record for longest grudge held, even for my usually stubborn people."
"oh, and it doesn't help whenever i wake up somebody's heart stops. hence my title, The waking death. they spent way to much time proving that theory."
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"
"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
"Hmmm...interesting."
"the older i get, the stronger the link becomes. eventually, about 800 years ago, i just became a conduit of death."
Lhurr seems to take it in stride, oddly enough. "Interesting indeed." He says, as he downs this mug of Gutbuster with ease as well, ordering his third. "I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, by the way, Shaman of the Black Spear tribe." He says, extending his hand for a handshake.
Daybreak reluctantly shook their hand while saying, "Lizagnazeialqi, The waking death, Blightingale, witherjaw, i have a lot of nicknames, but just call me daybreak."
Lhurr smiles a little. "Pleasure to meet you Daybreak. Care for a drink?"
Daybreak smiles, and replies, "Why not?"
*fun fact: Daybreak is one of his most common nicknames, and the entire part of the high seas he lived in, which is the name of the setting he is from, has a saying: Death by daybreak, which basically means (1GP) we gotta hurry*
"Well, what would you like? I'm having this lovely concoction called Gutbuster, usually only brewed by the dwarves of Faerun, although I don't know what exactly it is, other than that it has one hell of a kick." Lhurr grins. "Most people outside of dwarves can't stand it, but I've picked up a taste for it."
*Fun, although isn't Dead by Daylight a video game?*
*i have honestly never heard of it. but it sounds like it would be a video game. the reason his nickname is daybreak is cause thats when he wakes up, and somebody dies.*
"i'll try it. it can't be THAT bad."
Lhurr chuckles and orders a Gutbuster for Daybreak. "You may live to regret those words yet, Daybreak."
"i doubt that."
Soon enough, the bartender comes over with a mug full of...something. It has a very strong, and rather unpleasant, smell. It's a very dark brown color.
"are you sure this isn't just mud?"
Lhurr nods, laughing. "Does mud usually smell this bad?" He says, raising his mug with a grin.
"if it has a bunch of ill warthogs vomiting into it, yes."
Lhurr laughs. "It's not mud. Like I said, it's something Dwarves concocted centuries ago, although I'm not sure if anyone outside of their brewmasters know what exactly it is."
*Basically, it's the dwarven equivalent of Moonshine, so you figure out what it's gonna taste like. XD*
*Also, this is straight form Forgotten Realms Wiki: "Gutbuster was a strong drink that only the toughest dwarves and foolhardiest non-dwarves would ever attempt to drink. However, if the drinker survived it, they were granted immunity to poison, sleep and cold for some time. It was described as the 'most foul-tasting concoction ever brewed.'"*
*immunity to sleep? lol*
"it sure does look like mud. I'm not sure i want to know whats in it." Daybreak says, peering into the glass containing the foul liquid.
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Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
A very tall figure, nearly 7' tall, walks into the tavern, wearing an ornate set of studded leather armor with the pelt of a Winter Wolf on his back. He carries multiple handaxes and daggers in sheathes on his belt, forearms, and legs, and a pair of javelins are in a special holster on his back. On his left hip is an ornate horn with gold and iron fittings and engraved with scenes of war. His face is covered by a wooden mask with various runes and symbols engraved in it, all of them stained with faded woad.
In his right hand is a rough-hewn, and well-worn staff topped with the skull of some indeterminable humanoid, the eye sockets of which have been filled with two mildly enchanted corundum gemstones. Several strings are draped and secured around the top of the staff, each of them adorned with various feathers, teeth, and claws.
Daybreak notices the person enter the tavern from outside. He turns into a blond haired, short (like, halfling short) humanoid to enter the tavern. Daybreak knows how to recognize orcs, and severely dislikes them.
The figure takes a seat at the bar and orders a rather unusual drink: Gutbuster. He removes the mask and runs the loop through his belt, revealing himself to be an orc, and a relatively young one at that.
The Halfling sized person made their way to the Orc, and said, "Why, hello there. I haven't seen any orcs around here, ever. Thats either because the tavern agrees with me that they are all horrible, or because i just got here."
The orc turns to him, chuckling. "I'm guessing you are the dragon who was outside, aren't you? A Topaz, if I'm not mistaken." He chuckles again. "No, orcs aren't common here, but I am not like most, nor is the rest of my tribe." He shakes his head sadly. "I've fought the cultists who wanted to bring back the princes of elemental evil. I helped kill an Adult Black Dragon that was in league with them. And I wanted nothing in return, but a safe place for my people, my tribe."
"hmm. those do seem like righteous acts... but i don't believe it. and, yes, i was the topaz Dragon"
Lhurr shakes his head sadly. "And why not? Why is it that everyone judges people based on the deeds of the majority of their race?" He snorts, and drains the mug of Gutbuster in one go, ordering another one, and paying in a platinum piece.
"oh, i don't. unless its orcs. all orcs are terrible."
"Then you do. You espouse to not treat anyone by their looks, and yet you make an exception for a SINGLE race. What about fiends? Demons? Devils? Do you give them the same treatment as you do my people? Or do you give them, the most notoriously evil races of all, the benefit of the doubt, and wait until you learn their motives first?" Lhurr turns back to the bar with a snort.
Daybreak sighs before saying, "listen, maybe not ALL orcs are THAT terrible, but i have experienced first hand what Orcs do when nobody is left to-uhhh... take care of them." Lhurr notices a few small scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
Lhurr turns back to him, sympathy on his face, oddly enough. "I understand that, and won't disagree that most of my people are. My tribe nearly got wiped out by a rival one once, but we never once attacked any humanoid towns or settlements. My tribe only ever sought peace, unlike most orcs." He smiles sadly. "But we were decimated by the cults. We were once a tribe of over 250. There's now barely 50 of us left."
"sad. the village i lived near was much larger, at least 600 people. they just antagonized me after i Accidently killed one of their hunters. they sent people to try and kill me, which i had no choice but to kill."
Lhurr nods sadly. "Unfortunately true of many of my people. They are too quick to anger, and once angered, rarely seem to think clearly."
"the most recent attack, was in fact, only a few hours ago. about 5 Orcs, and then a mage, and a very angry ax weilding lunatic. there were 2 others busy fighting my sea spawn guards, and they actually almost killed me until i was teleported here by the mage. i think."
Lhurr seems very surprised at this. "7 in total to take on a Dragon? Those must of been their strongest..." he sighs and chuckles sadly. "Another downfall of many orcs: stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive or forget."
"the worst part about them is said unwillingness to forget. the hunter accident happened over 3,000 years ago."
Lhurr goes silent, obviously in shock now, before slowly starting to laugh. "That has to be a new record for longest grudge held, even for my usually stubborn people."
"oh, and it doesn't help whenever i wake up somebody's heart stops. hence my title, The waking death. they spent way to much time proving that theory."
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"
"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
"Hmmm...interesting."
"the older i get, the stronger the link becomes. eventually, about 800 years ago, i just became a conduit of death."
Lhurr seems to take it in stride, oddly enough. "Interesting indeed." He says, as he downs this mug of Gutbuster with ease as well, ordering his third. "I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, by the way, Shaman of the Black Spear tribe." He says, extending his hand for a handshake.
Daybreak reluctantly shook their hand while saying, "Lizagnazeialqi, The waking death, Blightingale, witherjaw, i have a lot of nicknames, but just call me daybreak."
Lhurr smiles a little. "Pleasure to meet you Daybreak. Care for a drink?"
Daybreak smiles, and replies, "Why not?"
*fun fact: Daybreak is one of his most common nicknames, and the entire part of the high seas he lived in, which is the name of the setting he is from, has a saying: Death by daybreak, which basically means (1GP) we gotta hurry*
"Well, what would you like? I'm having this lovely concoction called Gutbuster, usually only brewed by the dwarves of Faerun, although I don't know what exactly it is, other than that it has one hell of a kick." Lhurr grins. "Most people outside of dwarves can't stand it, but I've picked up a taste for it."
*Fun, although isn't Dead by Daylight a video game?*
*i have honestly never heard of it. but it sounds like it would be a video game. the reason his nickname is daybreak is cause thats when he wakes up, and somebody dies.*
"i'll try it. it can't be THAT bad."
Lhurr chuckles and orders a Gutbuster for Daybreak. "You may live to regret those words yet, Daybreak."
"i doubt that."
Soon enough, the bartender comes over with a mug full of...something. It has a very strong, and rather unpleasant, smell. It's a very dark brown color.
"are you sure this isn't just mud?"
Lhurr nods, laughing. "Does mud usually smell this bad?" He says, raising his mug with a grin.
"if it has a bunch of ill warthogs vomiting into it, yes."
Lhurr laughs. "It's not mud. Like I said, it's something Dwarves concocted centuries ago, although I'm not sure if anyone outside of their brewmasters know what exactly it is."
*Basically, it's the dwarven equivalent of Moonshine, so you figure out what it's gonna taste like. XD*
*Also, this is straight form Forgotten Realms Wiki: "Gutbuster was a strong drink that only the toughest dwarves and foolhardiest non-dwarves would ever attempt to drink. However, if the drinker survived it, they were granted immunity to poison, sleep and cold for some time. It was described as the 'most foul-tasting concoction ever brewed.'"*
*immunity to sleep? lol*
"it sure does look like mud. I'm not sure i want to know whats in it." Daybreak says, peering into the glass containing the foul liquid.
*Immunity to being put to sleep, by such as, oh, say, Drow Sleeping Poison.*
Lhurr chuckles. "If you don't want it, I'll drink it." He says, grinning.
A very tall figure, nearly 7' tall, walks into the tavern, wearing an ornate set of studded leather armor with the pelt of a Winter Wolf on his back. He carries multiple handaxes and daggers in sheathes on his belt, forearms, and legs, and a pair of javelins are in a special holster on his back. On his left hip is an ornate horn with gold and iron fittings and engraved with scenes of war. His face is covered by a wooden mask with various runes and symbols engraved in it, all of them stained with faded woad.
In his right hand is a rough-hewn, and well-worn staff topped with the skull of some indeterminable humanoid, the eye sockets of which have been filled with two mildly enchanted corundum gemstones. Several strings are draped and secured around the top of the staff, each of them adorned with various feathers, teeth, and claws.
Daybreak notices the person enter the tavern from outside. He turns into a blond haired, short (like, halfling short) humanoid to enter the tavern. Daybreak knows how to recognize orcs, and severely dislikes them.
The figure takes a seat at the bar and orders a rather unusual drink: Gutbuster. He removes the mask and runs the loop through his belt, revealing himself to be an orc, and a relatively young one at that.
The Halfling sized person made their way to the Orc, and said, "Why, hello there. I haven't seen any orcs around here, ever. Thats either because the tavern agrees with me that they are all horrible, or because i just got here."
The orc turns to him, chuckling. "I'm guessing you are the dragon who was outside, aren't you? A Topaz, if I'm not mistaken." He chuckles again. "No, orcs aren't common here, but I am not like most, nor is the rest of my tribe." He shakes his head sadly. "I've fought the cultists who wanted to bring back the princes of elemental evil. I helped kill an Adult Black Dragon that was in league with them. And I wanted nothing in return, but a safe place for my people, my tribe."
"hmm. those do seem like righteous acts... but i don't believe it. and, yes, i was the topaz Dragon"
Lhurr shakes his head sadly. "And why not? Why is it that everyone judges people based on the deeds of the majority of their race?" He snorts, and drains the mug of Gutbuster in one go, ordering another one, and paying in a platinum piece.
"oh, i don't. unless its orcs. all orcs are terrible."
"Then you do. You espouse to not treat anyone by their looks, and yet you make an exception for a SINGLE race. What about fiends? Demons? Devils? Do you give them the same treatment as you do my people? Or do you give them, the most notoriously evil races of all, the benefit of the doubt, and wait until you learn their motives first?" Lhurr turns back to the bar with a snort.
Daybreak sighs before saying, "listen, maybe not ALL orcs are THAT terrible, but i have experienced first hand what Orcs do when nobody is left to-uhhh... take care of them." Lhurr notices a few small scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
Lhurr turns back to him, sympathy on his face, oddly enough. "I understand that, and won't disagree that most of my people are. My tribe nearly got wiped out by a rival one once, but we never once attacked any humanoid towns or settlements. My tribe only ever sought peace, unlike most orcs." He smiles sadly. "But we were decimated by the cults. We were once a tribe of over 250. There's now barely 50 of us left."
"sad. the village i lived near was much larger, at least 600 people. they just antagonized me after i Accidently killed one of their hunters. they sent people to try and kill me, which i had no choice but to kill."
Lhurr nods sadly. "Unfortunately true of many of my people. They are too quick to anger, and once angered, rarely seem to think clearly."
"the most recent attack, was in fact, only a few hours ago. about 5 Orcs, and then a mage, and a very angry ax weilding lunatic. there were 2 others busy fighting my sea spawn guards, and they actually almost killed me until i was teleported here by the mage. i think."
Lhurr seems very surprised at this. "7 in total to take on a Dragon? Those must of been their strongest..." he sighs and chuckles sadly. "Another downfall of many orcs: stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive or forget."
"the worst part about them is said unwillingness to forget. the hunter accident happened over 3,000 years ago."
Lhurr goes silent, obviously in shock now, before slowly starting to laugh. "That has to be a new record for longest grudge held, even for my usually stubborn people."
"oh, and it doesn't help whenever i wake up somebody's heart stops. hence my title, The waking death. they spent way to much time proving that theory."
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"
"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
"Hmmm...interesting."
"the older i get, the stronger the link becomes. eventually, about 800 years ago, i just became a conduit of death."
Lhurr seems to take it in stride, oddly enough. "Interesting indeed." He says, as he downs this mug of Gutbuster with ease as well, ordering his third. "I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, by the way, Shaman of the Black Spear tribe." He says, extending his hand for a handshake.
Daybreak reluctantly shook their hand while saying, "Lizagnazeialqi, The waking death, Blightingale, witherjaw, i have a lot of nicknames, but just call me daybreak."
Lhurr smiles a little. "Pleasure to meet you Daybreak. Care for a drink?"
Daybreak smiles, and replies, "Why not?"
*fun fact: Daybreak is one of his most common nicknames, and the entire part of the high seas he lived in, which is the name of the setting he is from, has a saying: Death by daybreak, which basically means (1GP) we gotta hurry*
"Well, what would you like? I'm having this lovely concoction called Gutbuster, usually only brewed by the dwarves of Faerun, although I don't know what exactly it is, other than that it has one hell of a kick." Lhurr grins. "Most people outside of dwarves can't stand it, but I've picked up a taste for it."
*Fun, although isn't Dead by Daylight a video game?*
*i have honestly never heard of it. but it sounds like it would be a video game. the reason his nickname is daybreak is cause thats when he wakes up, and somebody dies.*
"i'll try it. it can't be THAT bad."
Lhurr chuckles and orders a Gutbuster for Daybreak. "You may live to regret those words yet, Daybreak."
"i doubt that."
Soon enough, the bartender comes over with a mug full of...something. It has a very strong, and rather unpleasant, smell. It's a very dark brown color.
"are you sure this isn't just mud?"
Lhurr nods, laughing. "Does mud usually smell this bad?" He says, raising his mug with a grin.
"if it has a bunch of ill warthogs vomiting into it, yes."
Lhurr laughs. "It's not mud. Like I said, it's something Dwarves concocted centuries ago, although I'm not sure if anyone outside of their brewmasters know what exactly it is."
*Basically, it's the dwarven equivalent of Moonshine, so you figure out what it's gonna taste like. XD*
*Also, this is straight form Forgotten Realms Wiki: "Gutbuster was a strong drink that only the toughest dwarves and foolhardiest non-dwarves would ever attempt to drink. However, if the drinker survived it, they were granted immunity to poison, sleep and cold for some time. It was described as the 'most foul-tasting concoction ever brewed.'"*
*immunity to sleep? lol*
"it sure does look like mud. I'm not sure i want to know whats in it." Daybreak says, peering into the glass containing the foul liquid.
*Immunity to being put to sleep, by such as, oh, say, Drow Sleeping Poison.*
Lhurr chuckles. "If you don't want it, I'll drink it." He says, grinning.
After a moment, Daybreak picks up the bottle, and drains the entire thing.
*ima roll constitution just because mud drink.* 35
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Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
*Aaaaaannnnd Alaric abandoned us again...dang it...Really wanted Nia to see her diadem without me needing to have Soldaer show it to her....*
*noooooooooooooo*
*Yeeeeaaaaahhhhh....Alaric has left the building; I repeat: Alaric has left the building.*
*now we can plot the left handed invasion without anybody noticing. HAHAHHAAH*
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Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
A very tall figure, nearly 7' tall, walks into the tavern, wearing an ornate set of studded leather armor with the pelt of a Winter Wolf on his back. He carries multiple handaxes and daggers in sheathes on his belt, forearms, and legs, and a pair of javelins are in a special holster on his back. On his left hip is an ornate horn with gold and iron fittings and engraved with scenes of war. His face is covered by a wooden mask with various runes and symbols engraved in it, all of them stained with faded woad.
In his right hand is a rough-hewn, and well-worn staff topped with the skull of some indeterminable humanoid, the eye sockets of which have been filled with two mildly enchanted corundum gemstones. Several strings are draped and secured around the top of the staff, each of them adorned with various feathers, teeth, and claws.
Daybreak notices the person enter the tavern from outside. He turns into a blond haired, short (like, halfling short) humanoid to enter the tavern. Daybreak knows how to recognize orcs, and severely dislikes them.
The figure takes a seat at the bar and orders a rather unusual drink: Gutbuster. He removes the mask and runs the loop through his belt, revealing himself to be an orc, and a relatively young one at that.
The Halfling sized person made their way to the Orc, and said, "Why, hello there. I haven't seen any orcs around here, ever. Thats either because the tavern agrees with me that they are all horrible, or because i just got here."
The orc turns to him, chuckling. "I'm guessing you are the dragon who was outside, aren't you? A Topaz, if I'm not mistaken." He chuckles again. "No, orcs aren't common here, but I am not like most, nor is the rest of my tribe." He shakes his head sadly. "I've fought the cultists who wanted to bring back the princes of elemental evil. I helped kill an Adult Black Dragon that was in league with them. And I wanted nothing in return, but a safe place for my people, my tribe."
"hmm. those do seem like righteous acts... but i don't believe it. and, yes, i was the topaz Dragon"
Lhurr shakes his head sadly. "And why not? Why is it that everyone judges people based on the deeds of the majority of their race?" He snorts, and drains the mug of Gutbuster in one go, ordering another one, and paying in a platinum piece.
"oh, i don't. unless its orcs. all orcs are terrible."
"Then you do. You espouse to not treat anyone by their looks, and yet you make an exception for a SINGLE race. What about fiends? Demons? Devils? Do you give them the same treatment as you do my people? Or do you give them, the most notoriously evil races of all, the benefit of the doubt, and wait until you learn their motives first?" Lhurr turns back to the bar with a snort.
Daybreak sighs before saying, "listen, maybe not ALL orcs are THAT terrible, but i have experienced first hand what Orcs do when nobody is left to-uhhh... take care of them." Lhurr notices a few small scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
Lhurr turns back to him, sympathy on his face, oddly enough. "I understand that, and won't disagree that most of my people are. My tribe nearly got wiped out by a rival one once, but we never once attacked any humanoid towns or settlements. My tribe only ever sought peace, unlike most orcs." He smiles sadly. "But we were decimated by the cults. We were once a tribe of over 250. There's now barely 50 of us left."
"sad. the village i lived near was much larger, at least 600 people. they just antagonized me after i Accidently killed one of their hunters. they sent people to try and kill me, which i had no choice but to kill."
Lhurr nods sadly. "Unfortunately true of many of my people. They are too quick to anger, and once angered, rarely seem to think clearly."
"the most recent attack, was in fact, only a few hours ago. about 5 Orcs, and then a mage, and a very angry ax weilding lunatic. there were 2 others busy fighting my sea spawn guards, and they actually almost killed me until i was teleported here by the mage. i think."
Lhurr seems very surprised at this. "7 in total to take on a Dragon? Those must of been their strongest..." he sighs and chuckles sadly. "Another downfall of many orcs: stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive or forget."
"the worst part about them is said unwillingness to forget. the hunter accident happened over 3,000 years ago."
Lhurr goes silent, obviously in shock now, before slowly starting to laugh. "That has to be a new record for longest grudge held, even for my usually stubborn people."
"oh, and it doesn't help whenever i wake up somebody's heart stops. hence my title, The waking death. they spent way to much time proving that theory."
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"
"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
"Hmmm...interesting."
"the older i get, the stronger the link becomes. eventually, about 800 years ago, i just became a conduit of death."
Lhurr seems to take it in stride, oddly enough. "Interesting indeed." He says, as he downs this mug of Gutbuster with ease as well, ordering his third. "I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, by the way, Shaman of the Black Spear tribe." He says, extending his hand for a handshake.
Daybreak reluctantly shook their hand while saying, "Lizagnazeialqi, The waking death, Blightingale, witherjaw, i have a lot of nicknames, but just call me daybreak."
Lhurr smiles a little. "Pleasure to meet you Daybreak. Care for a drink?"
Daybreak smiles, and replies, "Why not?"
*fun fact: Daybreak is one of his most common nicknames, and the entire part of the high seas he lived in, which is the name of the setting he is from, has a saying: Death by daybreak, which basically means (1GP) we gotta hurry*
"Well, what would you like? I'm having this lovely concoction called Gutbuster, usually only brewed by the dwarves of Faerun, although I don't know what exactly it is, other than that it has one hell of a kick." Lhurr grins. "Most people outside of dwarves can't stand it, but I've picked up a taste for it."
*Fun, although isn't Dead by Daylight a video game?*
*i have honestly never heard of it. but it sounds like it would be a video game. the reason his nickname is daybreak is cause thats when he wakes up, and somebody dies.*
"i'll try it. it can't be THAT bad."
Lhurr chuckles and orders a Gutbuster for Daybreak. "You may live to regret those words yet, Daybreak."
"i doubt that."
Soon enough, the bartender comes over with a mug full of...something. It has a very strong, and rather unpleasant, smell. It's a very dark brown color.
"are you sure this isn't just mud?"
Lhurr nods, laughing. "Does mud usually smell this bad?" He says, raising his mug with a grin.
"if it has a bunch of ill warthogs vomiting into it, yes."
Lhurr laughs. "It's not mud. Like I said, it's something Dwarves concocted centuries ago, although I'm not sure if anyone outside of their brewmasters know what exactly it is."
*Basically, it's the dwarven equivalent of Moonshine, so you figure out what it's gonna taste like. XD*
*Also, this is straight form Forgotten Realms Wiki: "Gutbuster was a strong drink that only the toughest dwarves and foolhardiest non-dwarves would ever attempt to drink. However, if the drinker survived it, they were granted immunity to poison, sleep and cold for some time. It was described as the 'most foul-tasting concoction ever brewed.'"*
*immunity to sleep? lol*
"it sure does look like mud. I'm not sure i want to know whats in it." Daybreak says, peering into the glass containing the foul liquid.
*Immunity to being put to sleep, by such as, oh, say, Drow Sleeping Poison.*
Lhurr chuckles. "If you don't want it, I'll drink it." He says, grinning.
After a moment, Daybreak picks up the bottle, and drains the entire thing.
*ima roll constitution just because mud drink.* 18
*Based off the HB item I made for it, that makes it, somehow. Probably going to need to rework it a little still, lol.*
Sure enough, it tastes horrible, but Daybreak is able to manage not to throw it right back up. Lhurr grins widely and drains his mug in one go.
A very tall figure, nearly 7' tall, walks into the tavern, wearing an ornate set of studded leather armor with the pelt of a Winter Wolf on his back. He carries multiple handaxes and daggers in sheathes on his belt, forearms, and legs, and a pair of javelins are in a special holster on his back. On his left hip is an ornate horn with gold and iron fittings and engraved with scenes of war. His face is covered by a wooden mask with various runes and symbols engraved in it, all of them stained with faded woad.
In his right hand is a rough-hewn, and well-worn staff topped with the skull of some indeterminable humanoid, the eye sockets of which have been filled with two mildly enchanted corundum gemstones. Several strings are draped and secured around the top of the staff, each of them adorned with various feathers, teeth, and claws.
Daybreak notices the person enter the tavern from outside. He turns into a blond haired, short (like, halfling short) humanoid to enter the tavern. Daybreak knows how to recognize orcs, and severely dislikes them.
The figure takes a seat at the bar and orders a rather unusual drink: Gutbuster. He removes the mask and runs the loop through his belt, revealing himself to be an orc, and a relatively young one at that.
The Halfling sized person made their way to the Orc, and said, "Why, hello there. I haven't seen any orcs around here, ever. Thats either because the tavern agrees with me that they are all horrible, or because i just got here."
The orc turns to him, chuckling. "I'm guessing you are the dragon who was outside, aren't you? A Topaz, if I'm not mistaken." He chuckles again. "No, orcs aren't common here, but I am not like most, nor is the rest of my tribe." He shakes his head sadly. "I've fought the cultists who wanted to bring back the princes of elemental evil. I helped kill an Adult Black Dragon that was in league with them. And I wanted nothing in return, but a safe place for my people, my tribe."
"hmm. those do seem like righteous acts... but i don't believe it. and, yes, i was the topaz Dragon"
Lhurr shakes his head sadly. "And why not? Why is it that everyone judges people based on the deeds of the majority of their race?" He snorts, and drains the mug of Gutbuster in one go, ordering another one, and paying in a platinum piece.
"oh, i don't. unless its orcs. all orcs are terrible."
"Then you do. You espouse to not treat anyone by their looks, and yet you make an exception for a SINGLE race. What about fiends? Demons? Devils? Do you give them the same treatment as you do my people? Or do you give them, the most notoriously evil races of all, the benefit of the doubt, and wait until you learn their motives first?" Lhurr turns back to the bar with a snort.
Daybreak sighs before saying, "listen, maybe not ALL orcs are THAT terrible, but i have experienced first hand what Orcs do when nobody is left to-uhhh... take care of them." Lhurr notices a few small scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
Lhurr turns back to him, sympathy on his face, oddly enough. "I understand that, and won't disagree that most of my people are. My tribe nearly got wiped out by a rival one once, but we never once attacked any humanoid towns or settlements. My tribe only ever sought peace, unlike most orcs." He smiles sadly. "But we were decimated by the cults. We were once a tribe of over 250. There's now barely 50 of us left."
"sad. the village i lived near was much larger, at least 600 people. they just antagonized me after i Accidently killed one of their hunters. they sent people to try and kill me, which i had no choice but to kill."
Lhurr nods sadly. "Unfortunately true of many of my people. They are too quick to anger, and once angered, rarely seem to think clearly."
"the most recent attack, was in fact, only a few hours ago. about 5 Orcs, and then a mage, and a very angry ax weilding lunatic. there were 2 others busy fighting my sea spawn guards, and they actually almost killed me until i was teleported here by the mage. i think."
Lhurr seems very surprised at this. "7 in total to take on a Dragon? Those must of been their strongest..." he sighs and chuckles sadly. "Another downfall of many orcs: stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive or forget."
"the worst part about them is said unwillingness to forget. the hunter accident happened over 3,000 years ago."
Lhurr goes silent, obviously in shock now, before slowly starting to laugh. "That has to be a new record for longest grudge held, even for my usually stubborn people."
"oh, and it doesn't help whenever i wake up somebody's heart stops. hence my title, The waking death. they spent way to much time proving that theory."
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"
"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
"Hmmm...interesting."
"the older i get, the stronger the link becomes. eventually, about 800 years ago, i just became a conduit of death."
Lhurr seems to take it in stride, oddly enough. "Interesting indeed." He says, as he downs this mug of Gutbuster with ease as well, ordering his third. "I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, by the way, Shaman of the Black Spear tribe." He says, extending his hand for a handshake.
Daybreak reluctantly shook their hand while saying, "Lizagnazeialqi, The waking death, Blightingale, witherjaw, i have a lot of nicknames, but just call me daybreak."
Lhurr smiles a little. "Pleasure to meet you Daybreak. Care for a drink?"
Daybreak smiles, and replies, "Why not?"
*fun fact: Daybreak is one of his most common nicknames, and the entire part of the high seas he lived in, which is the name of the setting he is from, has a saying: Death by daybreak, which basically means (1GP) we gotta hurry*
"Well, what would you like? I'm having this lovely concoction called Gutbuster, usually only brewed by the dwarves of Faerun, although I don't know what exactly it is, other than that it has one hell of a kick." Lhurr grins. "Most people outside of dwarves can't stand it, but I've picked up a taste for it."
*Fun, although isn't Dead by Daylight a video game?*
*i have honestly never heard of it. but it sounds like it would be a video game. the reason his nickname is daybreak is cause thats when he wakes up, and somebody dies.*
"i'll try it. it can't be THAT bad."
Lhurr chuckles and orders a Gutbuster for Daybreak. "You may live to regret those words yet, Daybreak."
"i doubt that."
Soon enough, the bartender comes over with a mug full of...something. It has a very strong, and rather unpleasant, smell. It's a very dark brown color.
"are you sure this isn't just mud?"
Lhurr nods, laughing. "Does mud usually smell this bad?" He says, raising his mug with a grin.
"if it has a bunch of ill warthogs vomiting into it, yes."
Lhurr laughs. "It's not mud. Like I said, it's something Dwarves concocted centuries ago, although I'm not sure if anyone outside of their brewmasters know what exactly it is."
*Basically, it's the dwarven equivalent of Moonshine, so you figure out what it's gonna taste like. XD*
*Also, this is straight form Forgotten Realms Wiki: "Gutbuster was a strong drink that only the toughest dwarves and foolhardiest non-dwarves would ever attempt to drink. However, if the drinker survived it, they were granted immunity to poison, sleep and cold for some time. It was described as the 'most foul-tasting concoction ever brewed.'"*
*immunity to sleep? lol*
"it sure does look like mud. I'm not sure i want to know whats in it." Daybreak says, peering into the glass containing the foul liquid.
*Immunity to being put to sleep, by such as, oh, say, Drow Sleeping Poison.*
Lhurr chuckles. "If you don't want it, I'll drink it." He says, grinning.
After a moment, Daybreak picks up the bottle, and drains the entire thing.
*ima roll constitution just because mud drink.* 18
*Based off the HB item I made for it, that makes it, somehow. Probably going to need to rework it a little still, lol.*
Sure enough, it tastes horrible, but Daybreak is able to manage not to throw it right back up. Lhurr grins widely and drains his mug in one go.
"it-Bleh. It. tastes horrible-"
*wait, i rolled a one for the roll, but had a + 17 to constitution. thats lucky af*
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
*Aaaaaannnnd Alaric abandoned us again...dang it...Really wanted Nia to see her diadem without me needing to have Soldaer show it to her....*
*noooooooooooooo*
*Yeeeeaaaaahhhhh....Alaric has left the building; I repeat: Alaric has left the building.*
*now we can plot the left handed invasion without anybody noticing. HAHAHHAAH*
*Little do you know, I'm an agent for both sides - I'm Ambidextrous!!!!! Mwahahahahahahahahah!!!!!!!!!!!!*
*grabs molecule disassasembler* (there won't be another side for very long, considering they are blind to what is about to happen)
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i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
A very tall figure, nearly 7' tall, walks into the tavern, wearing an ornate set of studded leather armor with the pelt of a Winter Wolf on his back. He carries multiple handaxes and daggers in sheathes on his belt, forearms, and legs, and a pair of javelins are in a special holster on his back. On his left hip is an ornate horn with gold and iron fittings and engraved with scenes of war. His face is covered by a wooden mask with various runes and symbols engraved in it, all of them stained with faded woad.
In his right hand is a rough-hewn, and well-worn staff topped with the skull of some indeterminable humanoid, the eye sockets of which have been filled with two mildly enchanted corundum gemstones. Several strings are draped and secured around the top of the staff, each of them adorned with various feathers, teeth, and claws.
Daybreak notices the person enter the tavern from outside. He turns into a blond haired, short (like, halfling short) humanoid to enter the tavern. Daybreak knows how to recognize orcs, and severely dislikes them.
The figure takes a seat at the bar and orders a rather unusual drink: Gutbuster. He removes the mask and runs the loop through his belt, revealing himself to be an orc, and a relatively young one at that.
The Halfling sized person made their way to the Orc, and said, "Why, hello there. I haven't seen any orcs around here, ever. Thats either because the tavern agrees with me that they are all horrible, or because i just got here."
The orc turns to him, chuckling. "I'm guessing you are the dragon who was outside, aren't you? A Topaz, if I'm not mistaken." He chuckles again. "No, orcs aren't common here, but I am not like most, nor is the rest of my tribe." He shakes his head sadly. "I've fought the cultists who wanted to bring back the princes of elemental evil. I helped kill an Adult Black Dragon that was in league with them. And I wanted nothing in return, but a safe place for my people, my tribe."
"hmm. those do seem like righteous acts... but i don't believe it. and, yes, i was the topaz Dragon"
Lhurr shakes his head sadly. "And why not? Why is it that everyone judges people based on the deeds of the majority of their race?" He snorts, and drains the mug of Gutbuster in one go, ordering another one, and paying in a platinum piece.
"oh, i don't. unless its orcs. all orcs are terrible."
"Then you do. You espouse to not treat anyone by their looks, and yet you make an exception for a SINGLE race. What about fiends? Demons? Devils? Do you give them the same treatment as you do my people? Or do you give them, the most notoriously evil races of all, the benefit of the doubt, and wait until you learn their motives first?" Lhurr turns back to the bar with a snort.
Daybreak sighs before saying, "listen, maybe not ALL orcs are THAT terrible, but i have experienced first hand what Orcs do when nobody is left to-uhhh... take care of them." Lhurr notices a few small scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
Lhurr turns back to him, sympathy on his face, oddly enough. "I understand that, and won't disagree that most of my people are. My tribe nearly got wiped out by a rival one once, but we never once attacked any humanoid towns or settlements. My tribe only ever sought peace, unlike most orcs." He smiles sadly. "But we were decimated by the cults. We were once a tribe of over 250. There's now barely 50 of us left."
"sad. the village i lived near was much larger, at least 600 people. they just antagonized me after i Accidently killed one of their hunters. they sent people to try and kill me, which i had no choice but to kill."
Lhurr nods sadly. "Unfortunately true of many of my people. They are too quick to anger, and once angered, rarely seem to think clearly."
"the most recent attack, was in fact, only a few hours ago. about 5 Orcs, and then a mage, and a very angry ax weilding lunatic. there were 2 others busy fighting my sea spawn guards, and they actually almost killed me until i was teleported here by the mage. i think."
Lhurr seems very surprised at this. "7 in total to take on a Dragon? Those must of been their strongest..." he sighs and chuckles sadly. "Another downfall of many orcs: stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive or forget."
"the worst part about them is said unwillingness to forget. the hunter accident happened over 3,000 years ago."
Lhurr goes silent, obviously in shock now, before slowly starting to laugh. "That has to be a new record for longest grudge held, even for my usually stubborn people."
"oh, and it doesn't help whenever i wake up somebody's heart stops. hence my title, The waking death. they spent way to much time proving that theory."
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"
"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
"Hmmm...interesting."
"the older i get, the stronger the link becomes. eventually, about 800 years ago, i just became a conduit of death."
Lhurr seems to take it in stride, oddly enough. "Interesting indeed." He says, as he downs this mug of Gutbuster with ease as well, ordering his third. "I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, by the way, Shaman of the Black Spear tribe." He says, extending his hand for a handshake.
Daybreak reluctantly shook their hand while saying, "Lizagnazeialqi, The waking death, Blightingale, witherjaw, i have a lot of nicknames, but just call me daybreak."
Lhurr smiles a little. "Pleasure to meet you Daybreak. Care for a drink?"
Daybreak smiles, and replies, "Why not?"
*fun fact: Daybreak is one of his most common nicknames, and the entire part of the high seas he lived in, which is the name of the setting he is from, has a saying: Death by daybreak, which basically means (1GP) we gotta hurry*
"Well, what would you like? I'm having this lovely concoction called Gutbuster, usually only brewed by the dwarves of Faerun, although I don't know what exactly it is, other than that it has one hell of a kick." Lhurr grins. "Most people outside of dwarves can't stand it, but I've picked up a taste for it."
*Fun, although isn't Dead by Daylight a video game?*
*i have honestly never heard of it. but it sounds like it would be a video game. the reason his nickname is daybreak is cause thats when he wakes up, and somebody dies.*
"i'll try it. it can't be THAT bad."
Lhurr chuckles and orders a Gutbuster for Daybreak. "You may live to regret those words yet, Daybreak."
"i doubt that."
Soon enough, the bartender comes over with a mug full of...something. It has a very strong, and rather unpleasant, smell. It's a very dark brown color.
"are you sure this isn't just mud?"
Lhurr nods, laughing. "Does mud usually smell this bad?" He says, raising his mug with a grin.
"if it has a bunch of ill warthogs vomiting into it, yes."
Lhurr laughs. "It's not mud. Like I said, it's something Dwarves concocted centuries ago, although I'm not sure if anyone outside of their brewmasters know what exactly it is."
*Basically, it's the dwarven equivalent of Moonshine, so you figure out what it's gonna taste like. XD*
*Also, this is straight form Forgotten Realms Wiki: "Gutbuster was a strong drink that only the toughest dwarves and foolhardiest non-dwarves would ever attempt to drink. However, if the drinker survived it, they were granted immunity to poison, sleep and cold for some time. It was described as the 'most foul-tasting concoction ever brewed.'"*
*immunity to sleep? lol*
"it sure does look like mud. I'm not sure i want to know whats in it." Daybreak says, peering into the glass containing the foul liquid.
*Immunity to being put to sleep, by such as, oh, say, Drow Sleeping Poison.*
Lhurr chuckles. "If you don't want it, I'll drink it." He says, grinning.
After a moment, Daybreak picks up the bottle, and drains the entire thing.
*ima roll constitution just because mud drink.* 18
*Based off the HB item I made for it, that makes it, somehow. Probably going to need to rework it a little still, lol.*
Sure enough, it tastes horrible, but Daybreak is able to manage not to throw it right back up. Lhurr grins widely and drains his mug in one go.
"it-Bleh. It. tastes horrible-"
*wait, i rolled a one for the roll, but had a + 17 to constitution. thats lucky af*
Lhurr laughs. "I warned you!" He orders his fourth mug for himself. "Would you like something different this time?" He asks Daybreak.
A very tall figure, nearly 7' tall, walks into the tavern, wearing an ornate set of studded leather armor with the pelt of a Winter Wolf on his back. He carries multiple handaxes and daggers in sheathes on his belt, forearms, and legs, and a pair of javelins are in a special holster on his back. On his left hip is an ornate horn with gold and iron fittings and engraved with scenes of war. His face is covered by a wooden mask with various runes and symbols engraved in it, all of them stained with faded woad.
In his right hand is a rough-hewn, and well-worn staff topped with the skull of some indeterminable humanoid, the eye sockets of which have been filled with two mildly enchanted corundum gemstones. Several strings are draped and secured around the top of the staff, each of them adorned with various feathers, teeth, and claws.
Daybreak notices the person enter the tavern from outside. He turns into a blond haired, short (like, halfling short) humanoid to enter the tavern. Daybreak knows how to recognize orcs, and severely dislikes them.
The figure takes a seat at the bar and orders a rather unusual drink: Gutbuster. He removes the mask and runs the loop through his belt, revealing himself to be an orc, and a relatively young one at that.
The Halfling sized person made their way to the Orc, and said, "Why, hello there. I haven't seen any orcs around here, ever. Thats either because the tavern agrees with me that they are all horrible, or because i just got here."
The orc turns to him, chuckling. "I'm guessing you are the dragon who was outside, aren't you? A Topaz, if I'm not mistaken." He chuckles again. "No, orcs aren't common here, but I am not like most, nor is the rest of my tribe." He shakes his head sadly. "I've fought the cultists who wanted to bring back the princes of elemental evil. I helped kill an Adult Black Dragon that was in league with them. And I wanted nothing in return, but a safe place for my people, my tribe."
"hmm. those do seem like righteous acts... but i don't believe it. and, yes, i was the topaz Dragon"
Lhurr shakes his head sadly. "And why not? Why is it that everyone judges people based on the deeds of the majority of their race?" He snorts, and drains the mug of Gutbuster in one go, ordering another one, and paying in a platinum piece.
"oh, i don't. unless its orcs. all orcs are terrible."
"Then you do. You espouse to not treat anyone by their looks, and yet you make an exception for a SINGLE race. What about fiends? Demons? Devils? Do you give them the same treatment as you do my people? Or do you give them, the most notoriously evil races of all, the benefit of the doubt, and wait until you learn their motives first?" Lhurr turns back to the bar with a snort.
Daybreak sighs before saying, "listen, maybe not ALL orcs are THAT terrible, but i have experienced first hand what Orcs do when nobody is left to-uhhh... take care of them." Lhurr notices a few small scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
Lhurr turns back to him, sympathy on his face, oddly enough. "I understand that, and won't disagree that most of my people are. My tribe nearly got wiped out by a rival one once, but we never once attacked any humanoid towns or settlements. My tribe only ever sought peace, unlike most orcs." He smiles sadly. "But we were decimated by the cults. We were once a tribe of over 250. There's now barely 50 of us left."
"sad. the village i lived near was much larger, at least 600 people. they just antagonized me after i Accidently killed one of their hunters. they sent people to try and kill me, which i had no choice but to kill."
Lhurr nods sadly. "Unfortunately true of many of my people. They are too quick to anger, and once angered, rarely seem to think clearly."
"the most recent attack, was in fact, only a few hours ago. about 5 Orcs, and then a mage, and a very angry ax weilding lunatic. there were 2 others busy fighting my sea spawn guards, and they actually almost killed me until i was teleported here by the mage. i think."
Lhurr seems very surprised at this. "7 in total to take on a Dragon? Those must of been their strongest..." he sighs and chuckles sadly. "Another downfall of many orcs: stubbornness and unwillingness to forgive or forget."
"the worst part about them is said unwillingness to forget. the hunter accident happened over 3,000 years ago."
Lhurr goes silent, obviously in shock now, before slowly starting to laugh. "That has to be a new record for longest grudge held, even for my usually stubborn people."
"oh, and it doesn't help whenever i wake up somebody's heart stops. hence my title, The waking death. they spent way to much time proving that theory."
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"
"something about my tie to the negative energy plane."
"Hmmm...interesting."
"the older i get, the stronger the link becomes. eventually, about 800 years ago, i just became a conduit of death."
Lhurr seems to take it in stride, oddly enough. "Interesting indeed." He says, as he downs this mug of Gutbuster with ease as well, ordering his third. "I'm Lhurr Skullwielder, by the way, Shaman of the Black Spear tribe." He says, extending his hand for a handshake.
Daybreak reluctantly shook their hand while saying, "Lizagnazeialqi, The waking death, Blightingale, witherjaw, i have a lot of nicknames, but just call me daybreak."
Lhurr smiles a little. "Pleasure to meet you Daybreak. Care for a drink?"
Daybreak smiles, and replies, "Why not?"
*fun fact: Daybreak is one of his most common nicknames, and the entire part of the high seas he lived in, which is the name of the setting he is from, has a saying: Death by daybreak, which basically means (1GP) we gotta hurry*
"Well, what would you like? I'm having this lovely concoction called Gutbuster, usually only brewed by the dwarves of Faerun, although I don't know what exactly it is, other than that it has one hell of a kick." Lhurr grins. "Most people outside of dwarves can't stand it, but I've picked up a taste for it."
*Fun, although isn't Dead by Daylight a video game?*
*i have honestly never heard of it. but it sounds like it would be a video game. the reason his nickname is daybreak is cause thats when he wakes up, and somebody dies.*
"i'll try it. it can't be THAT bad."
Lhurr chuckles and orders a Gutbuster for Daybreak. "You may live to regret those words yet, Daybreak."
"i doubt that."
Soon enough, the bartender comes over with a mug full of...something. It has a very strong, and rather unpleasant, smell. It's a very dark brown color.
"are you sure this isn't just mud?"
Lhurr nods, laughing. "Does mud usually smell this bad?" He says, raising his mug with a grin.
"if it has a bunch of ill warthogs vomiting into it, yes."
Lhurr laughs. "It's not mud. Like I said, it's something Dwarves concocted centuries ago, although I'm not sure if anyone outside of their brewmasters know what exactly it is."
*Basically, it's the dwarven equivalent of Moonshine, so you figure out what it's gonna taste like. XD*
*Also, this is straight form Forgotten Realms Wiki: "Gutbuster was a strong drink that only the toughest dwarves and foolhardiest non-dwarves would ever attempt to drink. However, if the drinker survived it, they were granted immunity to poison, sleep and cold for some time. It was described as the 'most foul-tasting concoction ever brewed.'"*
*immunity to sleep? lol*
"it sure does look like mud. I'm not sure i want to know whats in it." Daybreak says, peering into the glass containing the foul liquid.
*Immunity to being put to sleep, by such as, oh, say, Drow Sleeping Poison.*
Lhurr chuckles. "If you don't want it, I'll drink it." He says, grinning.
After a moment, Daybreak picks up the bottle, and drains the entire thing.
*ima roll constitution just because mud drink.* 18
*Based off the HB item I made for it, that makes it, somehow. Probably going to need to rework it a little still, lol.*
Sure enough, it tastes horrible, but Daybreak is able to manage not to throw it right back up. Lhurr grins widely and drains his mug in one go.
"it-Bleh. It. tastes horrible-"
*wait, i rolled a one for the roll, but had a + 17 to constitution. thats lucky af*
Lhurr laughs. "I warned you!" He orders his fourth mug for himself. "Would you like something different this time?" He asks Daybreak.
"fire-bleh. Whiskey?"
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Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
Lhurr laughs. "It's not mud. Like I said, it's something Dwarves concocted centuries ago, although I'm not sure if anyone outside of their brewmasters know what exactly it is."
*Basically, it's the dwarven equivalent of Moonshine, so you figure out what it's gonna taste like. XD*
*Also, this is straight form Forgotten Realms Wiki: "Gutbuster was a strong drink that only the toughest dwarves and foolhardiest non-dwarves would ever attempt to drink. However, if the drinker survived it, they were granted immunity to poison, sleep and cold for some time. It was described as the 'most foul-tasting concoction ever brewed.'"*
*immunity to sleep? lol*
"it sure does look like mud. I'm not sure i want to know whats in it." Daybreak says, peering into the glass containing the foul liquid.
*Immunity to being put to sleep, by such as, oh, say, Drow Sleeping Poison.*
Lhurr chuckles. "If you don't want it, I'll drink it." He says, grinning.
After a moment, Daybreak picks up the bottle, and drains the entire thing.
*ima roll constitution just because mud drink.* 18
*Based off the HB item I made for it, that makes it, somehow. Probably going to need to rework it a little still, lol.*
Sure enough, it tastes horrible, but Daybreak is able to manage not to throw it right back up. Lhurr grins widely and drains his mug in one go.
"it-Bleh. It. tastes horrible-"
*wait, i rolled a one for the roll, but had a + 17 to constitution. thats lucky af*
Lhurr laughs. "I warned you!" He orders his fourth mug for himself. "Would you like something different this time?" He asks Daybreak.
"fire-bleh. Whiskey?"
Lhurr keeps chuckling, but turns back to the bartender and orders a whiskey *Fire Whiskey?* for Daybreak.
Soon enough, the bartender comes over with a mug full of...something. It has a very strong, and rather unpleasant, smell. It's a very dark brown color.
"are you sure this isn't just mud?"
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
Lhurr nods, laughing. "Does mud usually smell this bad?" He says, raising his mug with a grin.
"if it has a bunch of ill warthogs vomiting into it, yes."
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
Lhurr laughs. "It's not mud. Like I said, it's something Dwarves concocted centuries ago, although I'm not sure if anyone outside of their brewmasters know what exactly it is."
*Basically, it's the dwarven equivalent of Moonshine, so you figure out what it's gonna taste like. XD*
*Also, this is straight form Forgotten Realms Wiki: "Gutbuster was a strong drink that only the toughest dwarves and foolhardiest non-dwarves would ever attempt to drink. However, if the drinker survived it, they were granted immunity to poison, sleep and cold for some time. It was described as the 'most foul-tasting concoction ever brewed.'"*
*Aaaaaannnnd Alaric abandoned us again...dang it...Really wanted Nia to see her diadem without me needing to have Soldaer show it to her....*
*noooooooooooooo*
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
*immunity to sleep? lol*
"it sure does look like mud. I'm not sure i want to know whats in it." Daybreak says, peering into the glass containing the foul liquid.
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
*Immunity to being put to sleep, by such as, oh, say, Drow Sleeping Poison.*
Lhurr chuckles. "If you don't want it, I'll drink it." He says, grinning.
*Yeeeeaaaaahhhhh....Alaric has left the building; I repeat: Alaric has left the building.*
After a moment, Daybreak picks up the bottle, and drains the entire thing.
*ima roll constitution just because mud drink.* 35
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
*now we can plot the left handed invasion without anybody noticing. HAHAHHAAH*
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
*Based off the HB item I made for it, that makes it, somehow. Probably going to need to rework it a little still, lol.*
Sure enough, it tastes horrible, but Daybreak is able to manage not to throw it right back up. Lhurr grins widely and drains his mug in one go.
*Little do you know, I'm an agent for both sides - I'm Ambidextrous!!!!! Mwahahahahahahahahah!!!!!!!!!!!!*
"it-Bleh. It. tastes horrible-"
*wait, i rolled a one for the roll, but had a + 17 to constitution. thats lucky af*
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
*grabs molecule disassasembler* (there won't be another side for very long, considering they are blind to what is about to happen)
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
Lhurr laughs. "I warned you!" He orders his fourth mug for himself. "Would you like something different this time?" He asks Daybreak.
*Pulls railgun rifle out of Pocket. Are you sure about that?*
"fire-bleh. Whiskey?"
Proud member of the spider guild.
i Play Ursula, Ariadne, Bolehs, Uhluhtc and Lizagnazeialqi in the tavern at the end of the world.
spiders are absolutely wonderful works of nature and if you say otherwise i shall feast tonight.
"Those who fight with Swords are Fools. those who fight with Bows are Cowards. You, My friend, Seem to be Both a Coward and A Fool." -Wilbur, Archmage of the Sunset sea addressing a Warrior.
Lhurr keeps chuckling, but turns back to the bartender and orders a whiskey *Fire Whiskey?* for Daybreak.