Description
A graying, full, proud beard is the first thing you notice about the
dwarf before you. All manner of bangles and doo-dads adorn the beard,
clearly intended to draw attention to it. The dwarf holds himself
with an air of pride and of contentment, as though he had just eaten
a tasty meal cooked by his own hands. Or an ale taken from the larders
of an unsuspecting elf. Either way, he definitely seems full of himself.
Twinkling blue eyes peer out of deep sockets, and his cheeks are rosy-red
(where you can see them behind the beard, of course). His rumpled nose
has obviously been broken repeatedly, perhaps the result of tavern brawls or
some such nonsense.
He is well muscled, with several callouses on his hands. Broad shoulders
speak of many hours tending the forge. When you look more closely, you see
Role
Sister Sledge
Added Fri Dec 26 01:36:08 2008 at level 50:
It had been quite some time since the dwarf and I had spoken, but finally he
succumbed to my entreaties of all the ale he could drink, and he sat down once
more to answer more of my questions about his life.
"Ach, aye, lad, tha' do be some good brew. I do be sorry I ain't had flamin'
time fer ye lately, been busy wi' me duties fer th' bloody Island, aye?"
The dwarf gulped down another huge swallow of the stout I had procured
quite a while ago, specifically for this purpose. He continued to speak
quite clearly, despite this being his fourth or fifth flagon of the stuff.
"Well, after me mistakes o' me youth, ye can bloody understand why I dinnae
join th' flamin' Village. I bloody well returned t' th' bloody home o'
me family. Where me family had lived, tha' is, aye? Th' only thing o' any
value left did be th' bloody sledgehammer me dear sister had given t' me,
so I grabbed th' flamin' thing up, an' set down th' bloody road. Tha's
how I ended up at th' bloody Academy, an' such. Followin' th' path o' th'
warrior 'n such. I did feel th' pull o' th' flamin' Nexus Island early, lad.
As ye can guess, I do feel like I flamin' know a thing or two abou' walkin'
th' Eastern Road in someone else's bloody boots. Seein' both sides o' th'
flamin' point, whatever th' flamin' point might be, aye?"
I nodded, scribbling furiously. If the damnable dwarf would stop saying
"bloody" or "flamin'" at every turn, we could be done by now, and I could
move on to less...pungent...company.
"So tha' do be why I dinnae just go 'round thumpin' on orcs. Or why I
dinnae necessarily shy away from beatin' on me fellow dwarves, aye?
All o' us do have our own flamin' viewpoint, an' who's t' flamin' say
which o' us do be right or bloody wrong? Aye, now I just try t' keep th'
world right an' balanced. With me hammers an' me fists. Har!"
I sighed deeply, albeit inwardly. I had *really* hoped to get away from
this particular interview without a "Har" inflicted upon me.
Lessons Taught by Peaches and Herb
Added Tue Dec 9 22:03:36 2008 at level 9:
"Now I followed the trail o' them magi, ye see, lad. I followed 'em right to
a crossroads, and there I did have to guess which way they went. I knew of a
gatherin' o' magi nearby, and so I did head that direction. Night came on,
and though we dwarfkin ain't too stealthy-like, I crept up on a group o'
mages, and waited fer 'em to fall asleep."
He had a fresh cup of ale now, of course, and took a quick sip before he went
on. "Lookin' back, I shoulda mebbe realized that this group o' magi weren't
th' ones what had laid waste to me village. Whoever did that woulda been full o'
soot, an' smelled like th' bloody charnel pit, aye? These dainty fellas were
clean as an elven arse on feastday, an' they bloody smelled good too. A smell o'
peaches reached me nostrils. It's all clear as day, now, aye. But at the time,
I had blood an' vengeance on me mind, aye?"
I nodded silently, sipping gently at my wine. He took another drink of ale and
continued. "Aye, and I shoulda looked at what they were bloody gathered around
at th' bloody fire, too. They were nae even eatin' meat! Just some bloody herb
they found nearby, covered in butter an' bloody cheese. So they filled their
bloody gullets, an' laid down to sleep, an' I set about me bloody work. They
dinnae have a flamin' chance, lad, I tell ye true. Caught unawares like that,
I pounded 'em into jelly one by one."
A moment of anguished crossed his face, quickly covered as he upended his mug.
"Turns out th' magi I set upon were nae th' ones who burned me bloody village.
Matter o' fact, they'd been tryin' to track down the bastards what did it, an'
had a lead on 'em, too. But I crushed that, an' dinnae find the bloody magi
responsible. Me bloody blind rage at all magi ended any chance o' flamin'
findin' 'em. Me family, friends...all gone, with no chance o' vengeance, 'cuz
I had to act like a bloody BattleRager. An' that, lad, is why I ain't gonna
be no bloody barbarian, I do speak true."
The long speech had obviously done more to the dwarf than dry out his throat, as
he'd forgotten to even complain of his empty mug. We would not continue our
discourse for some time.
Not a Fan of the Village People
Added Tue Dec 9 20:28:28 2008 at level 6:
The dwarf took a deep draught of his ale and sighed in contentment.
A thick bead of foam remained curled among his beard as he continued to
tell his tale.
"Aye, burned me village, those mages did. Right down to th' bloody ground.
Killed our womenfolk," he continued. I decided now would be a poor time to
remind him that dwarven women were difficult to tell apart from dwarven men,
and he went on. "our menfolk, even the wee little ones. I was nae nearby,
else I'd have likely fell as well, tryin' to save what I bloody could."
I asked if he intended to join the Village of the BattleRagers, then, as
his story sounded the classic tale of magic gone bad and the need to destroy
it.
"BattleRagers! Hah!" he took another long draught, emptying the mug, and then
frowned as if insulted by the sudden dearth of beverage. "I'll nae be joinin'
those bloody fools while there be breath left in me body!"
I did not understand, and told him so.
"Aye lad, of course ye wouldnae understand. I ain't bloody finished me story
yet! Now, howsabout some more ale?"
PK Wins
Dec 12, 2008|Lv 20|The Stone's Embrace|Ullrik vs 1: Shilbor (100%,KB)
Dec 12, 2008|Lv 21|Galadon|Ptolmaht vs 2: Shilbor (98%,KB), Booorstone (1%)
Dec 16, 2008|Lv 35|Blackclaw Village|Quigiliiz vs 1: Shilbor (100%,KB)
Dec 16, 2008|Lv 35|Grinning Skull Village|Grunta vs 1: Shilbor (100%,KB)
Dec 16, 2008|Lv 35|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|Iwuhki vs 1: Shilbor (100%,KB)
Dec 18, 2008|Lv 36|Galadon|Tokegine vs 2: Xux (31%), Shilbor (68%, KB)
Dec 20, 2008|Lv 38|The Nexus Island|Rynald vs 1: Shilbor (100%,KB)
Dec 30, 2008|Lv 51|Galadon|Grunta vs 3: Shilbor (43%), Valdora (7%, KB), Cyrn (48%)
PK Deaths
Dec 18, 2008|Lv 36|Outside Hamsah Mu'tazz|vs 3: Droundu (0%), Rynald (70%, KB), Bleyetz (29%)
Dec 19, 2008|Lv 37|Village of Mal'trakis|vs 1: Quigiliiz (0%,KB) *Assassinated*
Dec 26, 2008|Lv 51|Mount Calandaryl|vs 1: Grunta (100%,KB)
Dec 30, 2008|Lv 51|The Ruins of Ostalagiah|vs 1: Hask (100%,KB)