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<blockquote data-quote="AGFlynn" data-source="post: 3754116" data-attributes="member: 17562"><p><strong>Cludge Slatefist, Fighter 3 (HP:34 AC:15)</strong></p><p></p><p>Cludge stumps forward angrily, his gaze fixed on the ground. <span style="color: SeaGreen">Best we get through here fast as posserble</span>, he growls. <span style="color: SeaGreen">Ah don' like this place a'tall. C'mon you lot</span>, he barks at the young people. <span style="color: SeaGreen">Move yer feet. If ye canna keep up with a short-legged dwarf, y'er not gonna get far in life.</span></p><p>[sblock=Memories...] *<em>blurry dissolve to the past</em>* The Slatefist family wearily pulls its three empty wagons into the crowded forecourt of the grand cavern, grimy with dust from the road to the human lands. Cludge groggily lifts his head from his chest, waking from a semi-nap. Glad to be home at last, he drops down from his seat and plants his feet gratefully on stone. With a silent prayer to Azwan, he stretches his aching back, nodding to passersby. A few shoot the family odd looks as they hurry by.</p><p><span style="color: SeaGreen">What's up with them? </span> Cludge wonders aloud.</p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown">Dunno</span>, answers his brother Glaum. <span style="color: SandyBrown">P'raps they din't get ale with breakfast.</span></p><p>Pushing through the crowd, Cludge's Aunt Fleat hurriedly approaches the family.</p><p><span style="color: Indigo">Krakut,</span> she says breathlessly. <span style="color: Indigo">Oh, Krakut. Something terrible has happened...</span></p><p>Cludge's grey-bearded father, a massive old dwarf with an enourmous pendulous belly, gives a last tug on the hobble secured to one of the dray ponies. <span style="color: SlateGray">What's wrong, Fleat?</span> he says, straightening in alarm. His wife Sautre hurries to his side.</p><p><span style="color: Indigo">It's terrible, just terrible,</span> Fleat stammers. <span style="color: Indigo">Its Modr...</span></p><p><span style="color: SlateGray">Modr? </span> says Krakut. <span style="color: SlateGray">Is he dead? Is he hurt?</span></p><p><span style="color: Indigo">Worse,</span> says Fleat. <span style="color: Indigo">He's left. He's scarpered. Krakut...</span> she hesitates. <span style="color: Indigo">He's taken it all. Everything. The gold, the silver, the mithril bars that was to be shipped... Oh, it's terrible, brother!</span></p><p>Krakut stands staring. <span style="color: SlateGray">Everything? </span> he says dazedly, staring into the distance.</p><p><span style="color: Orange">We're ruined...</span> whispers Sautre.</p><p>Cludge and Glaum step forward, bristling. <span style="color: SeaGreen">He's <strong>WHAT?</strong></span> roars Cludge. <span style="color: SeaGreen"><strong>I'LL TEAR THE BASTARD'S BEARD FROM HIS FACE AND FEED IT TO HIM!</strong></span></p><p><span style="color: SandyBrown"><em>Modr</em></span>, hisses Glaum. <span style="color: SandyBrown">I always knowed he was wrong in the head.</span></p><p><span style="color: Orange">Whatever will we do? </span> says Sautre. <span style="color: Orange">Krakut. Everything we had - gone! Your brother has made us poor. </span> </p><p><span style="color: Gray">Modr, </span> says Krakut, staring into space, a look of pure shock on his weather-beaten face.</p><p>Cludge looks around at the now-quiet Grand Hall. In every face he sees pity, embarrassment. His anger burns, but it is also tinged now with shame...</p><p><span style="color: SeaGreen">I will find him, father, </span> he fumes. <span style="color: SeaGreen">My uncle will rue the day he stole from our family....</span></p><p>*<em>blurry dissolve back to the present</em>* </p><p>[/sblock]</p><p></p><p>Cludge trudges farther down the road. <span style="color: SeaGreen">Let's go,</span> he says impatiently. <span style="color: SeaGreen">I'll no spend a moment longer in this place than I got to.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="AGFlynn, post: 3754116, member: 17562"] [b]Cludge Slatefist, Fighter 3 (HP:34 AC:15)[/b] Cludge stumps forward angrily, his gaze fixed on the ground. [COLOR=SeaGreen]Best we get through here fast as posserble[/COLOR], he growls. [COLOR=SeaGreen]Ah don' like this place a'tall. C'mon you lot[/COLOR], he barks at the young people. [COLOR=SeaGreen]Move yer feet. If ye canna keep up with a short-legged dwarf, y'er not gonna get far in life.[/COLOR] [sblock=Memories...] *[I]blurry dissolve to the past[/I]* The Slatefist family wearily pulls its three empty wagons into the crowded forecourt of the grand cavern, grimy with dust from the road to the human lands. Cludge groggily lifts his head from his chest, waking from a semi-nap. Glad to be home at last, he drops down from his seat and plants his feet gratefully on stone. With a silent prayer to Azwan, he stretches his aching back, nodding to passersby. A few shoot the family odd looks as they hurry by. [COLOR=SeaGreen]What's up with them? [/COLOR] Cludge wonders aloud. [COLOR=SandyBrown]Dunno[/COLOR], answers his brother Glaum. [COLOR=SandyBrown]P'raps they din't get ale with breakfast.[/COLOR] Pushing through the crowd, Cludge's Aunt Fleat hurriedly approaches the family. [COLOR=Indigo]Krakut,[/COLOR] she says breathlessly. [COLOR=Indigo]Oh, Krakut. Something terrible has happened...[/COLOR] Cludge's grey-bearded father, a massive old dwarf with an enourmous pendulous belly, gives a last tug on the hobble secured to one of the dray ponies. [COLOR=SlateGray]What's wrong, Fleat?[/COLOR] he says, straightening in alarm. His wife Sautre hurries to his side. [COLOR=Indigo]It's terrible, just terrible,[/COLOR] Fleat stammers. [COLOR=Indigo]Its Modr...[/COLOR] [COLOR=SlateGray]Modr? [/COLOR] says Krakut. [COLOR=SlateGray]Is he dead? Is he hurt?[/COLOR] [COLOR=Indigo]Worse,[/COLOR] says Fleat. [COLOR=Indigo]He's left. He's scarpered. Krakut...[/COLOR] she hesitates. [COLOR=Indigo]He's taken it all. Everything. The gold, the silver, the mithril bars that was to be shipped... Oh, it's terrible, brother![/COLOR] Krakut stands staring. [COLOR=SlateGray]Everything? [/COLOR] he says dazedly, staring into the distance. [COLOR=Orange]We're ruined...[/COLOR] whispers Sautre. Cludge and Glaum step forward, bristling. [COLOR=SeaGreen]He's [B]WHAT?[/B][/COLOR] roars Cludge. [COLOR=SeaGreen][B]I'LL TEAR THE BASTARD'S BEARD FROM HIS FACE AND FEED IT TO HIM![/B][/COLOR] [COLOR=SandyBrown][I]Modr[/I][/COLOR], hisses Glaum. [COLOR=SandyBrown]I always knowed he was wrong in the head.[/COLOR] [COLOR=Orange]Whatever will we do? [/COLOR] says Sautre. [COLOR=Orange]Krakut. Everything we had - gone! Your brother has made us poor. [/COLOR] [COLOR=Gray]Modr, [/COLOR] says Krakut, staring into space, a look of pure shock on his weather-beaten face. Cludge looks around at the now-quiet Grand Hall. In every face he sees pity, embarrassment. His anger burns, but it is also tinged now with shame... [COLOR=SeaGreen]I will find him, father, [/COLOR] he fumes. [COLOR=SeaGreen]My uncle will rue the day he stole from our family....[/COLOR] *[I]blurry dissolve back to the present[/I]* [/sblock] Cludge trudges farther down the road. [COLOR=SeaGreen]Let's go,[/COLOR] he says impatiently. [COLOR=SeaGreen]I'll no spend a moment longer in this place than I got to.[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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