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"It's no language my people speak..." he continues, still leaning over Fergus with pickle-and-egg breath to accompany the tender aroma of a hung-over dwarf who's been on the road for a week or more. He lowers his voice even further, "Can't be magical, neither - not unless someone put 'em there...

The smell of fresh food does what the clatter of morning movement couldn't -- rouse Barakor Bloodbarrow from his rough, snoring slumber. The dwarf stands - kicking over the bench he'd been sleeping on - and stretches. His yawn turns into a groan of pain and he holds his head between his heavy...

Haha Barakor is snoring away waiting for the sun to come up unless that dude in the common room spoke to him before he dozed off Sent via EN World mobile app

Barakor carries the pitcher over towards the fireplace and sits heavily near the sullen bearded man. If the fellow turns his attention towards the dwarf, Barakor will nod and raise the ale with a tired salute of greeting - "Long days and pleasant nights to ya" - before laying his pack in the...

Being that the pitcher brought by the host was only as large as a traditional dwarven stein, Barakor slurps from the pitcher of ale while listening to this exchange. He belches contentedly and asks, "Well if the elf queen sent you to tell us she's not letting anyone in, what use will you be?"

"Think nothing of it," the dwarf grumbles. "Only doing my duty." But the corners of his eyes crinkle as he stifles a smile of appreciation. "Kinsman of mine, squinty bugger called... well, neveryoumind what he's called -- he wouldn't like me rattling off his name to everyone I meet. He knows...

Barakor growls, "Keep your voices down, youngsters, unless you want the entire town to know secret business. Even now those woolly-headed folks upstairs are rattling on about your yammering." He looks behind them and then around the room. "Where's the other one - the one I was sent to meet?" He...

Barakor blushes a bit and turns away from the affectionate moment. He curls a beard braid around a gnarled finger and tugs absently, then clumps off towards the side of the house where he had seen a glimpse of the familiar face.

"I don't know, lass - I'll ask 'em," the dwarf growls, glaring at his hammer. Then he turns to look at Fergus and, past him, towards those inside the cottage. "Anyone wounded?" he calls in a basso rumble that is soft but carries well. He bangs his shield against Fergus' shield before stowing his...

I'm an idiot - I labeled the roll correctly (as being against #7) on the dice roller site, but forgot to change it here. And I did roll with advantage LOL - 13 was my GOOD total. I posted the damage total I rolled; I don't mind applying the resistance before posting... I just didn't want to...

Barakor flashes a tight grimace of a smile at the witcher beside him and grunts, "Barakor Bloodbarrow at your service, witcher." The approaching drowner puts Fergus between itself and the dwarf, which seems like a bad idea to Barakor, but what does he know? He shuffles his feet, finds a spot by...

If there's still room, I have a character to add. Eshu Kazander Ravid Far across the sea to the east, where Moradin and Gruumsh once fought so viciously that the earth itself still reverberates with the echoes of their blows, lies the land of Geghar. A rough and craggy land of earthquakes and...

My bad, coach! I'm just so excited to be in an actual active Pbp game! Sent via EN World mobile app

"Where ya goin', ya slimy wretch?" the dwarf calls, chasing after the slippery drowner and getting angrier by the moment. Passing the corner of the dilapidated hut, he spots a familiar face! But his angry monologue is still directed at the sickening creature before him. "Your foul kind should...

Tamaran sounds really fun, so don't wait too long :)

Haha well nothing happened for a while, so I PMed QL and asked if I could get involved. Sent via EN World mobile app

Barakor Bloodbarrow hustles along the trail, shaking his head and squeezing Wulffleda's handle hard. Worry creases his face and hurries his steps. Two nights earlier, he had buried himself in a cave while trying to examine some elvish runes. "That's what happens when dwarves go messing in elvish...

Hope everyone is having a great holiday season! Be careful tonight! I'm really looking forward to getting into this story :)

"What's this, then?" the black-haired dwarf murmurs to himself after finally finding a spot out of the icy wind. Under a thin skein of ice lay what looks like some kind of elvish carving. "Can't imagine what one of those skinny gits was doing up here -- freezing their arse off, for sure!" He...

You reached a fork in the mountain paths... You can descend into fields of calendula flower (taking extra time but probably safe) or you can brave the frosty mountain ridge trail (allowing you to arrive in advance of the rest of the party but possibly dangerous). Depending on your choice, there...