Post by nialldubh on Apr 29, 2022 6:32:42 GMT -5
Klarrrrchur Deathaxe:
Klarrrrchur just walked about in shock, not listening to any, he stuffs the reject rations into the saddlebag and stares at the blue sky also, not many Dwarves care for the sky, they live underground mostly, but not his seafarer people of Khavad, the blue sky was their ceiling not a cavern roof.
What did the sergeant say, “lad!” he grumbles, 'that I left many years ago when I became a man at age of 50 years. Sailed the seas I have. Seen port Gull, dropped anchor off Angos. Travelled to Tiern on the Mane Land, aye, I have,' He stopped thinking and went blank, “O''ll those helpless fairy children dead because of mi. I'll never be happy again!” He groans and starts muttering to himself, grunts and calls out, “Are we ready to go? wagons ho!”
He kicks his pony into a walk, “make way, coming through people, important business, GET THE FICK OOT MI WAY, ARE YA DEAF?!”
The Dwarf could not stop thinking, “betrayal,” he grumbles, “never, might have brought about the deaths of hundred, nae thousand if Fairies, but betrayal, never! Would never dream of it!” He near shouted it back, but by that time that he looked back over his shoulder, the militia were gone and he muttered to himself, “what did I do to deserve this, is more like it!” He hisses grinding his teeth.
He kicks the pony onwards to an uncertain fate. Still he looks down and patted his grandfather's gift. 'Ya think, if she could find mi axe. That some bastard could have pushed mi oot the way before I squished, ah, I cannie think o' it!”
“ONWARDS!” He roars.
Actions:
Actions of Dwarf... Ride onwards and stop for direction from Firdle and watch jungle for bandits, rogues, Uruk raiders, giant anacondas, Vampire bat the size of great Danes and stray puppies...
Klarrrrchur just walked about in shock, not listening to any, he stuffs the reject rations into the saddlebag and stares at the blue sky also, not many Dwarves care for the sky, they live underground mostly, but not his seafarer people of Khavad, the blue sky was their ceiling not a cavern roof.
What did the sergeant say, “lad!” he grumbles, 'that I left many years ago when I became a man at age of 50 years. Sailed the seas I have. Seen port Gull, dropped anchor off Angos. Travelled to Tiern on the Mane Land, aye, I have,' He stopped thinking and went blank, “O''ll those helpless fairy children dead because of mi. I'll never be happy again!” He groans and starts muttering to himself, grunts and calls out, “Are we ready to go? wagons ho!”
He kicks his pony into a walk, “make way, coming through people, important business, GET THE FICK OOT MI WAY, ARE YA DEAF?!”
The Dwarf could not stop thinking, “betrayal,” he grumbles, “never, might have brought about the deaths of hundred, nae thousand if Fairies, but betrayal, never! Would never dream of it!” He near shouted it back, but by that time that he looked back over his shoulder, the militia were gone and he muttered to himself, “what did I do to deserve this, is more like it!” He hisses grinding his teeth.
He kicks the pony onwards to an uncertain fate. Still he looks down and patted his grandfather's gift. 'Ya think, if she could find mi axe. That some bastard could have pushed mi oot the way before I squished, ah, I cannie think o' it!”
“ONWARDS!” He roars.
Actions:
Actions of Dwarf... Ride onwards and stop for direction from Firdle and watch jungle for bandits, rogues, Uruk raiders, giant anacondas, Vampire bat the size of great Danes and stray puppies...
