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Barandurr stops in the middle of a drink from his flagon, he stares down at his mug looking as though something is inside it. He stares up thoughtfully, looking across at Norderil ," I consider ye as a brother me small friend. Join me in a song eh? Would that we help the fallen to find...

Barandurr looks down and the mysterious dwarf in his arms, utterly defeated Barandurr begins to weep softly over the corpse. Under his breath he whispers an old dwarven prayer, "Onatar take ye to his great halls, May his food and drink fill ye. " He looks up somberly at his companions, " These...

Barandurr peers off into the distance, unable to see anything, he relies on his more sure-sighted companion Mong, and leaps on the sled. "Ta battle, I'll see ta it tha e'ry evil thing on this blasted island is destroyed if thas wha it takes to get to tha home uf ma fathers. Lead on lass, I'll...

Barandurr steels himself against the oncoming assault. Ready at a second to react to the nearest of the creatures. /ooc-setting myself against a charge, and holding action until they land./

Barandurr looks up at the flock coming at him, grimly he pulls forth his warhammer, and gives it a quick spin. Screaming something in Dwarvish his hammer begins to flame, beginning at the base and quickly moving towards the top; as if some out of control forest fire. "Bring me anythin ta test...

" Well Lass, I cin unnerstand ya a fair bit, " Barandurr smiles a bit condescendingly, " Will ya take us to yer village, caus we are suppost ta try to find someone to help guide our adventuring group. " He acts out these words as best he can, much the way one would play with a child...

"Don't look now mates, but it seems one of tha natives has come to say hi, " Barandurr points off to what all of you have already obviously noticed by now, " Norderil, do ye be knowin what that is? " he continues, " Or if'n it be dangerous? " /ooc-I want to have a better look at the dogs, are...

"Lissen boyo, tha shield was given to ya by tha lady herself. I'd be thinkin to keep it if I were ye." Barandurr gives him a hard look," And dont ye be doubtin yerself, gods are a fickle bunch, they be carin about quality they say important, I say, maybe what they say is important, aint really...

"Onatar be praised, methanks to ye." Barandurr seems to look slightly suprised still, as if he wasn't quite expecting what happened to happen. "Les not dwell on it mates, mebbe I can help tha metal lad like Karthak says." Barandurr still looks a bit unsure of himself, but again begins to channel...

"Do ye suppose that if we simply ridded ourselves of tha stone, that the metal lad would be able to live? " Barandurr raises an eyebrow, "Or, do ye'think some of his life is bound up in tha stone? " He becomes a bit more grave as he continues, "I'd be thinking it a smart idea to destroy tha...

The next day when Barandurr awakes, he seems somewhat more serious, more so than any of you have seen him in the short time you've known him. He finally seems sober, if a little rough around the edges, and is finally dressed for the weather. Covered in large furs, many are of animals you can...

Much of the night Barandurr goes unseen, those who pay attention however, realize the dwarf is getting drunk again. Most likely finding some unsuspecting crewman not on duty, and betting his purse he could drink more than the crewman. And yet again, the dwarf wakes up, puffy eyed, scraggly...

Barandurr has a look on his face like he's swallowed something very distastefull, scowling he looks at the woman, " Lissen Lass wha book ye be wantin? Methinks the Collection of Korranberg would have moren enough books for ya. I'm suren we could come to some sort of agreement though, but wheren...

Barandurr mutters something under his breath about what good a ship is with no weapons, and begins moving groggily towards Toshanharath, pulling out his hammer as he staggers, when he gets close enough he pulls what looks like dog hair out of a pouch on his belt, throws it on Toshanharath and...

Groggily Barandurr arrives on deck, likely, if anyone takes notice, recovering from a night of drinking. Dressed in his simple tunic emblazoned with the symbol of Onatar on the breast and a simple pair of breeches, he shouts up at Gravan, "Listen boyo, muh gut tells me that it may be that young...