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.
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 large scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
*magic scars he can't dissapear with shapeshifting*
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."
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."
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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."
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."
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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.
*I think it's still the two of us, isn't it? Kinda odd...usually at least Noi is on with us.*
*yeah, usually Noi is also on. Maybe he doin something*
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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."
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."
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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."
*I think it's still the two of us, isn't it? Kinda odd...usually at least Noi is on with us.*
*yeah, usually Noi is also on. Maybe he doin something*
*He's probably off doing cult stuff.*
*onaba wan na coobi dae onaba wan na coobi dae onaba wan na coobi dae*
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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."
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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.
*I think it's still the two of us, isn't it? Kinda odd...usually at least Noi is on with us.*
*yeah, usually Noi is also on. Maybe he doin something*
*He's probably off doing cult stuff.*
*Hey, you're back! Soldaer's just about done packing up stuff from their room in the tavern, and about ready to move it all over to the house!*
*Yeah, i'm in a bit less great pain then earlier.*
*thats good*
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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....???"
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"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 large scars on Daybreak's nose, which would be much bigger when scaled up to dragon size.
*magic scars he can't dissapear with shapeshifting*
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 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."
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 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."
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.
*I think it's still the two of us, isn't it? Kinda odd...usually at least Noi is on with us.*
*yeah, usually Noi is also on. Maybe he doin something*
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 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."
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.
*He's probably off doing cult stuff.*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
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."
*onaba wan na coobi dae onaba wan na coobi dae onaba wan na coobi dae*
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.
*Hey, you're back! Soldaer's just about done packing up stuff from their room in the tavern, and about ready to move it all over to the house!*
"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."
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.
*Yeah, i'm in a bit less great pain then earlier.*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*thats good*
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.
*Yep.*
*pain, but less so*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Lhurr pauses for minute. "How exactly does that work....???"