Search results

Droggle, with shield on and pick at the ready slips in with the rest of the group. sneakyness is not his strong suit, but he does his best and his best is not nearly good enough, he may indeed have woken up any guards who may have been sleeping but a smile spreads on his lips as he looks...

Droggle takes his pick from Hasin and looks at the guards. you do realize cousin that we have only the word of this boy that these people are not being legally detained. If the boy is lying to us, we could find ourselves in bad situation.

I am glad it is not trouble with your mule, that beast has a bad attitude, and it would be just as well if it were put down. But if there is prospect for a reward, well then how could a dwarf turn his back on the lass.

Droggle glances over at Hasin "trouble just seems to follow you doenst it cousin?"

Its all supersticious nonsence cousin. the only one you need concern yourself with pleasing is yourself. trust in your own strength I say, and let the fools worry about the whims of the gods

Droggle narrows his eyes at this statement, and offers his cousin another brew. "I think now is a time for more drinking cousin .. and less talking"

Cousin, rumors of treasure are just that, rumors. We will stumble into enough treasure on our own. Your fathers treasure is likely long since plundered

"I think that desert heat has melted your brain cousin. My clan may have lived in the desert for a brief time, but our hearts have always belonged under the mountains." Droggle looks at the finger of your father again, and his thoughts turn to his own father, who rarely speaks of his brother...

Droggle looks at the finger bone hanging from his cousins neck. "you are just itching to follow in your fathers footsteps arent you?"

droggle is a level 1 fighter looking for adventure (and im sure Hashin ranger 1 would love to come as well)

Droggle was enjoying very much the tales of those who were laying orcs by the dozen, but all this talk of the astral matter and such things was beginning to give him a headache. He glanced to the food one more time, but he doesn't think he could handle even one more bite.

glares at the orc for a moment, thinking he may indeed clear out all the food left, Droggle rushes to his feet and starts to pile up as much as he can on his own plate, almost racing the orc from the other side of the table.

Droggle thinks back on the memory, you know cousin, stuffing yourself with those and washing them down with a keg or two made that woman almost bearable to be around

Droggle slips into the room. Social gatherings were never where he felt most comfortable, but free food and beer? now that was something to get a dwarf excited about. He sees the collection of adventurers of all sorts, the din of conversation about him as he hears bits and pieces of stories of...

doh sorry totally misread that

OOC just talk as you imagine your character would. what do people sound like in his homeland?. maybe he sounds like a sailor? or he has a southern accent, entirely up to you

Droggle raises a brow at that. "If you say so master gnome. Gems are my family business, though I dont have the knack for it that seems to run in the rest of my clan. Though without too much modesty, I can say no dwarf has a better eye for gems than a coldfist, present company excluded of...

Droggle lifts his sleepy head up off the table and looks at the diminutive adventurer. "I have seen a gem or two in my time master gnome. though my father has a much better eye than I, I would be happy to take a look at what you have" (OOC I have a few ranks in appraise, mostly for flavor...

you never could hold your liquor cousin

Droggle stares at his mug, sipping at the frothy ale. he is glad his cousin has stopped singing, though that did tend to break up his boredom. But for all these days sitting here drinking away the time, he could feel a palpable anticipation in the air now. Something was afoot, he could feel...