Theren is in the back of the shop chopping wood outside.
galax walks up beside him
Theren is singing a dwarvish song, chopping in time with the beat of the song.
Far over the Misty Mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must await, ere break of day, To find our long forgotten gold. The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light. The wind was on the withered heath, But in the forest stirred no leaf: There shadows lay be night or day, And dark things silent crept beneath. The wind went on from West to East; All movement in the forest ceased, But shrill and harsh across the marsh Its whistling voices were released. Farewell we call to hearth and hall! Though wind may blow and rain may fall, We must await ere break of day Far over wood and mountain tall.
"dident know you spoke dawrvish" galax says, in perfect dwarvish
Theren is in the back of the shop chopping wood outside.
galax walks up beside him
Theren is singing a dwarvish song, chopping in time with the beat of the song.
Far over the Misty Mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must await, ere break of day, To find our long forgotten gold. The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light. The wind was on the withered heath, But in the forest stirred no leaf: There shadows lay be night or day, And dark things silent crept beneath. The wind went on from West to East; All movement in the forest ceased, But shrill and harsh across the marsh Its whistling voices were released. Farewell we call to hearth and hall! Though wind may blow and rain may fall, We must await ere break of day Far over wood and mountain tall.
"dident know you spoke dawrvish" galax says, in perfect dwarvish
Theren is in the back of the shop chopping wood outside.
galax walks up beside him
Theren is singing a dwarvish song, chopping in time with the beat of the song.
Far over the Misty Mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must await, ere break of day, To find our long forgotten gold. The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light. The wind was on the withered heath, But in the forest stirred no leaf: There shadows lay be night or day, And dark things silent crept beneath. The wind went on from West to East; All movement in the forest ceased, But shrill and harsh across the marsh Its whistling voices were released. Farewell we call to hearth and hall! Though wind may blow and rain may fall, We must await ere break of day Far over wood and mountain tall.
"dident know you spoke dawrvish" galax says, in perfect dwarvish
Theren is in the back of the shop chopping wood outside.
galax walks up beside him
Theren is singing a dwarvish song, chopping in time with the beat of the song.
Far over the Misty Mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must await, ere break of day, To find our long forgotten gold. The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light. The wind was on the withered heath, But in the forest stirred no leaf: There shadows lay be night or day, And dark things silent crept beneath. The wind went on from West to East; All movement in the forest ceased, But shrill and harsh across the marsh Its whistling voices were released. Farewell we call to hearth and hall! Though wind may blow and rain may fall, We must await ere break of day Far over wood and mountain tall.
"dident know you spoke dawrvish" galax says, in perfect dwarvish
Theren is in the back of the shop chopping wood outside.
galax walks up beside him
Theren is singing a dwarvish song, chopping in time with the beat of the song.
Far over the Misty Mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must await, ere break of day, To find our long forgotten gold. The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light. The wind was on the withered heath, But in the forest stirred no leaf: There shadows lay be night or day, And dark things silent crept beneath. The wind went on from West to East; All movement in the forest ceased, But shrill and harsh across the marsh Its whistling voices were released. Farewell we call to hearth and hall! Though wind may blow and rain may fall, We must await ere break of day Far over wood and mountain tall.
"dident know you spoke dawrvish" galax says, in perfect dwarvish
"I do. Alric taught me."
"hes a nice fellow"
"He's nearly 150 years old."
"how old are you? i know that half elves live longer than humans"
Theren is in the back of the shop chopping wood outside.
galax walks up beside him
Theren is singing a dwarvish song, chopping in time with the beat of the song.
Far over the Misty Mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must await, ere break of day, To find our long forgotten gold. The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light. The wind was on the withered heath, But in the forest stirred no leaf: There shadows lay be night or day, And dark things silent crept beneath. The wind went on from West to East; All movement in the forest ceased, But shrill and harsh across the marsh Its whistling voices were released. Farewell we call to hearth and hall! Though wind may blow and rain may fall, We must await ere break of day Far over wood and mountain tall.
"dident know you spoke dawrvish" galax says, in perfect dwarvish
"I do. Alric taught me."
"hes a nice fellow"
"He's nearly 150 years old."
"how old are you? i know that half elves live longer than humans"
Theren is in the back of the shop chopping wood outside.
galax walks up beside him
Theren is singing a dwarvish song, chopping in time with the beat of the song.
Far over the Misty Mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must await, ere break of day, To find our long forgotten gold. The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light. The wind was on the withered heath, But in the forest stirred no leaf: There shadows lay be night or day, And dark things silent crept beneath. The wind went on from West to East; All movement in the forest ceased, But shrill and harsh across the marsh Its whistling voices were released. Farewell we call to hearth and hall! Though wind may blow and rain may fall, We must await ere break of day Far over wood and mountain tall.
"dident know you spoke dawrvish" galax says, in perfect dwarvish
"I do. Alric taught me."
"hes a nice fellow"
"He's nearly 150 years old."
"how old are you? i know that half elves live longer than humans"
"42."
"16 years scence i woke up on the streets of neverwinter"
Theren is in the back of the shop chopping wood outside.
galax walks up beside him
Theren is singing a dwarvish song, chopping in time with the beat of the song.
Far over the Misty Mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must await, ere break of day, To find our long forgotten gold. The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light. The wind was on the withered heath, But in the forest stirred no leaf: There shadows lay be night or day, And dark things silent crept beneath. The wind went on from West to East; All movement in the forest ceased, But shrill and harsh across the marsh Its whistling voices were released. Farewell we call to hearth and hall! Though wind may blow and rain may fall, We must await ere break of day Far over wood and mountain tall.
"dident know you spoke dawrvish" galax says, in perfect dwarvish
"I do. Alric taught me."
"hes a nice fellow"
"He's nearly 150 years old."
"how old are you? i know that half elves live longer than humans"
"42."
"16 years scence i woke up on the streets of neverwinter"
Theren is in the back of the shop chopping wood outside.
galax walks up beside him
Theren is singing a dwarvish song, chopping in time with the beat of the song.
Far over the Misty Mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must await, ere break of day, To find our long forgotten gold. The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light. The wind was on the withered heath, But in the forest stirred no leaf: There shadows lay be night or day, And dark things silent crept beneath. The wind went on from West to East; All movement in the forest ceased, But shrill and harsh across the marsh Its whistling voices were released. Farewell we call to hearth and hall! Though wind may blow and rain may fall, We must await ere break of day Far over wood and mountain tall.
"dident know you spoke dawrvish" galax says, in perfect dwarvish
"I do. Alric taught me."
"hes a nice fellow"
"He's nearly 150 years old."
"how old are you? i know that half elves live longer than humans"
"42."
"16 years scence i woke up on the streets of neverwinter"
*what is half elves life exspectency?*
*150 years*
"Geez."
"kobold mature at a difrent rate then other huminoids. we reach adulthood at around six"
Theren is in the back of the shop chopping wood outside.
galax walks up beside him
Theren is singing a dwarvish song, chopping in time with the beat of the song.
Far over the Misty Mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must await, ere break of day, To find our long forgotten gold. The pines were roaring on the height, The winds were moaning in the night. The fire was red, it flaming spread; The trees like torches blazed with light. The wind was on the withered heath, But in the forest stirred no leaf: There shadows lay be night or day, And dark things silent crept beneath. The wind went on from West to East; All movement in the forest ceased, But shrill and harsh across the marsh Its whistling voices were released. Farewell we call to hearth and hall! Though wind may blow and rain may fall, We must await ere break of day Far over wood and mountain tall.
"dident know you spoke dawrvish" galax says, in perfect dwarvish
"I do. Alric taught me."
"hes a nice fellow"
"He's nearly 150 years old."
"how old are you? i know that half elves live longer than humans"
"42."
"16 years scence i woke up on the streets of neverwinter"
*what is half elves life exspectency?*
*150 years*
"Geez."
"kobold mature at a difrent rate then other huminoids. we reach adulthood at around six"
*galax is actualy around 28 at this time point*
*Alright*
"Makes sense." Theren brings the hatchet down on a block of wood, splitting it in half.
galax takes a piece of the chopeed wood and starts carving it
"Whatcha makin?"
"a [insert therens patron animal here]"
"Nice."
*what is therens patron animal? like drizzt is the unicorn"
*A hawk. A hunters best companion*
the carving starts to look more and more with a hawk with wings spread and talons outstreched. eventualy, galax puts his dagger away and takes out a V blade, and starts carving in the tiny details
galax takes a piece of the chopeed wood and starts carving it
"Whatcha makin?"
"a [insert therens patron animal here]"
"Nice."
*what is therens patron animal? like drizzt is the unicorn"
*A hawk. A hunters best companion*
the carving starts to look more and more with a hawk with wings spread and talons outstreched. eventualy, galax puts his dagger away and takes out a V blade, and starts carving in the tiny details
*carving is one of my favorite hobbys*
*Cool.*
Theren watches with interest while cutting more wood.
galax takes a piece of the chopeed wood and starts carving it
"Whatcha makin?"
"a [insert therens patron animal here]"
"Nice."
*what is therens patron animal? like drizzt is the unicorn"
*A hawk. A hunters best companion*
the carving starts to look more and more with a hawk with wings spread and talons outstreched. eventualy, galax puts his dagger away and takes out a V blade, and starts carving in the tiny details
*carving is one of my favorite hobbys*
*Cool.*
Theren watches with interest while cutting more wood.
as galax finishes, he murmers some words over it, and the hawk spreads its wings and soars around
galax takes a piece of the chopeed wood and starts carving it
"Whatcha makin?"
"a [insert therens patron animal here]"
"Nice."
*what is therens patron animal? like drizzt is the unicorn"
*A hawk. A hunters best companion*
the carving starts to look more and more with a hawk with wings spread and talons outstreched. eventualy, galax puts his dagger away and takes out a V blade, and starts carving in the tiny details
*carving is one of my favorite hobbys*
*Cool.*
Theren watches with interest while cutting more wood.
as galax finishes, he murmers some words over it, and the hawk spreads its wings and soars around
Theren chops wood watching the hawk out of the corner of his eyes.
"dident know you spoke dawrvish" galax says, in perfect dwarvish
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"I do. Alric taught me."
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"hes a nice fellow"
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"He's nearly 150 years old."
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"how old are you? i know that half elves live longer than humans"
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"42."
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"16 years scence i woke up on the streets of neverwinter"
*what is half elves life exspectency?*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*150 years*
"Geez."
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"kobold mature at a difrent rate then other huminoids. we reach adulthood at around six"
*galax is actualy around 28 at this time point*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Alright*
"Makes sense." Theren brings the hatchet down on a block of wood, splitting it in half.
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galax takes a piece of the chopeed wood and starts carving it
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Whatcha makin?"
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"a [insert therens patron animal here]"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Nice."
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*what is therens patron animal? like drizzt is the unicorn"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*A hawk. A hunters best companion*
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Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
the carving starts to look more and more with a hawk with wings spread and talons outstreched. eventualy, galax puts his dagger away and takes out a V blade, and starts carving in the tiny details
*carving is one of my favorite hobbys*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Cool.*
Theren watches with interest while cutting more wood.
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as galax finishes, he murmers some words over it, and the hawk spreads its wings and soars around
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Theren chops wood watching the hawk out of the corner of his eyes.
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