City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VIII

Keia

I aim to misbehave

• Sep 15, 2005

• #361

Thurgan Hammer, Dwarven Craftsman

Dagummit said:

"I wanned ta leave, and they wanned ta bring her somewhere or sumin' ," Dagummit responds, somewhat drowsy from all the ale and close to falling asleep now.

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Thurgan shook his head at the dwarf. 'Other part musta made so's he canna hold his ale . . . poor bugger,' Thurgan thought. Thurgan looked at the little girl like there might be something else there, but shrugged. "Okay, old man, let's go ta see 'bout this girl o' yers," Thurgan replied.

 

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Rystil Arden

First Post

• Sep 15, 2005

• #362

(OOC: Hmm, so I guess Thurgan and Mearran need new threads now, right? I'll make one called IA: Mearran and Laynie and another called IA: Thurgan and Zarindas)

 

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LogicsFate

First Post

• Sep 15, 2005

• #363

Rystil Arden said:

(OOC: Hmm, so I guess Thurgan and Mearran need new threads now, right? I'll make one called IA: Mearran and Laynie and another called IA: Thurgan and Zarindas)

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(OOC:I'll be around on and off tonight, so it sounds good)

 

Keia

I aim to misbehave

• Sep 15, 2005

• #364

*Thurgan nodded to the old man, and stood from his chair. Grabbing his pack and dropping a couple of coins for the ale, Thurgan drank what remained in his mug in one chugging session.*

"Lead the way, ol' man," Thurgan said gruffly, waving goodly to Joe and the barmaids. Thurgan followed the old man out the door.

OOC: Just for completeness.

 

Krug

Newshound

• Sep 16, 2005

• #365

A strong smelling dwarf opened the door of the inn. His armor was chinked and messy, as through sewn together from bits and pieces. It cankled as he walked over to the bar. "A drink... is what I need," he said. The bartender supplied him a brew of Baltron's finest, a liquor brewed by Dwarvish monks. He had learnt about the drill from others and turned to face those in the inn.

"I be Krug Stormhammer! Dwarven bolter by trade. Not bad with a hammer. Looking for work; preferably using my skill. Not a bad marksman I am," the dwarf says. He pauses, and looks around the room.

"And oh I have a mule. We been doing quarrying work. So... that be it!" says Krug.

 

Keia

I aim to misbehave

• Sep 17, 2005

• #366

Thurgan Hammer, Dwarven Smith

A dwarf entered through the door, a backpack on his shoulders, looking as though he was leaving rather than entering. Pausing at the door, the dwarf looked around the room.

"Thurgan Hammer, at yer service. Just checking in ta see if'n a furball had shown up . . . or if somone were interested in headin' ta Briarton . . . got me things ta do there," the dwarf commented.

Thurgan is somewhat tall for a dwarf and broad of shoulder. His dark brown hair is overly thick, including his beard. Both the beard and hair are braided to keep them from the work area. He is constantly dirty and his hands are quite calloused (though he can be surprising gentle when it is called for). Outside of work (something he doesn't see much of) Thurgan is partial to darker colors (browns, greys, blues, and the occasional burgundy) of clothing.

 

Krug

Newshound

• Sep 17, 2005

• #367

Krug, Dwarven Bolter/Trapfinder

"Briarton? I wouldna mind!" says the dwarf, who is also quite dirty. Krug scratches himself. "I be Krug Stormhammer, pleased to meet ya!" He brushes the beer foam from his mouth with the back of his hand, and extends it in a fist.(*) The stench from the dwarf's mouth is strong, as well as his clothes and armor. You wonder if his mule smells worse, and you think to yourself, probably not.

(*) - Meant to be 'bumped' with another fist; a standard dwarven greeting in the Stormhammer clan.

 

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Krug

Newshound

• Sep 17, 2005

• #368

Rathunt

A portly human steps through the door. He is dressed in fine clothes, and has a gold necklace around his neck. He's probably not the sort you would expect in this part of town. He doesn't even go towards the bar, and starts speaking when he reaches the center of the room.

"I am Gogsmol, merchant. The reason I am here is simple. I am having a problem with rats in my warehouse, and I am having a shipment of fine spices and rich cured meat coming tomorrow. It would be all right if the rats were of the normal size, but my guards say that these rats are somewhat larger, and the frightened, useless buggers do not want to step into the warehouse and kill 'em. Pah! I should fire the lot of them! So you see, that is the gist of it. Clear out the rats and you will be rewarded."

For Prospective players in Rathunt:
[sblock]This is an adventure for 3-4 players of 1st or 2nd level. It's a short 'oddjob'; intended to be finished quickly.[/sblock]

 

Keia

I aim to misbehave

• Sep 18, 2005

• #369

Thurgan Hammer, Dwarven Smith

Krug said:

"Briarton? I wouldna mind!" says the dwarf, who is also quite dirty. Krug scratches himself. "I be Krug Stormhammer, pleased to meet ya!"

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*Thurgan bumped fists with the dwarf, stepping from the door. He wrinkled his nose at the dwarf, but it was mostly buried beneath the mustache and beard.*

"Thurgan, Thurgan Hammer, late of Stonefist," Thurgan replied. "Though I alreddy said that. Must say, tere Krug, ya got a kinda odor ta ya . . . not right sure what t'is."

"Fer me, I just need a par'ner on t'road, make sure no beastie's sneakin' up when one er t'other is sleepin' or whatnot," Thurgan added. "Job, if that's what t'is, just ta get ta Briarton. Anytin' there ya might pick up gots ta be set by the folks I'm meetin', not me. What sorta skills ya got, there Krug?"

 

Krug

Newshound

• Sep 18, 2005

• #370

Krug, Dwarven Bolter/Trapfinder

"Skills with me crossbow, and some with a hammer, but I be as accurate as an elfie!" Krug said. "And some skills with traps, and locks, and stonecrafting, but I do not figure you be needing it, unless we should be chiseling away at a Golem!" the smelly dwarf laughs, chortling as the deep stink of alcohol on his breath unsettles those around him. Fleas or ticks appear to fly around him, though Thurgan isn't sure if it's a trick of the light.

 

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