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"An' THEN I knew I was in deep sandstone, an' I sez to meself "Bruggin! 'Nex' time pay more 'tention to orcs with the chantin' and the moanin'!" an' o' course, 'twas still in the midst o' one'er the biggest battles that warren't act'lly called battles inna history o' the Citadel!" Bruggin was in...

Yes I know; 'twould certainly make things easier, though it'd certainly be nice if we could get a DM Stamp o' Approval and then have Jares come down from his room and actually do something. Is Someone still alive?

Bruggin swallowed rapidly, draining his third mug of the evening. Wiping his lips brusquely with the back of his left hand, the Dwarf belched, patting... err, well, the guard on the shoulder and laughing aloud. "Did ye ever hear aboot the time I slew five hill giants all by meself? Hoo aye...

The Dwarf king Bruenor Battlehammer repeatedly uses the phrase "...or I'm a bearded gnome!" throughout the Drizzt Do'Urden books by R.A. Salvatore. At one or three points, the phrase is identified as a Dwarven statement of disbelief. I *think* that Ivan Bouldershoulder uses it in the books...

Soooo... is there a chance that by sheer fate, Bruggin entered the tavern Yorlii and Jares are staying in? "Of all the bars in all the taverns in all of the Citadel... He walks into mine."

Bruggin nodded, and carefully looped the leather thongs at the ends of each of his weapon's handles into his belt, tying them loosely as he walked. Loosely... Well, one could never be too ready for trouble. Upon arriving at the tavern, Bruggin settled down for an evening of beer and boasting...

Why is Yorlii using a Dwarven expression of disbelief? Isn't she a changeling who likes to pretend to be a halfling?

Bruggin's left eyebrow twitched a little; this practically beardless whelp was *challenging* him? The cleric of Clangeddin had expected to have to issue a challenge amongst veterans training recruits, and thus have his brawl. Removing his maul and his waraxe from his belt, he held them both in...

"Centaurs? Ach! 'Tis a stranger'n stranger world by day and by day..." Bruggin nodded, waving idly. "The blessin' o' Clangeddin by upon ye, me fellow Dwarves. May yer beards grow ever longer." With that traditional compliment/parting, Bruggin's heavy boots ground off, his muscles flexing as he...

Bruggin gestures at the plate, stroking his beard as he speaks. "What manner o' bein' are ye makin' yon armor for?"

Matey, if there's one thing to know about me, it's that any emotes I use automatically mean that you ought not take me seriously. 'Tis a fact, and 'tis all in good fun!

Careful now, I'm the one who packed all the healing. :}

Beard wagging left and right as the Dwarf shook his head, Bruggin stamped forward, already chanting aloud in Dwarven. "Inkar-nahk ashtagh mir tohn der gahnt, Acht orrehn nir ossuf nilu duhm..." Pausing, he placed his hand on the wounded Dwarf's arm, above the burn so as not to cause further...

"Hmmph! Imagern, warnin' *me* aboot Harbromm's temper!" The fiery Dwarf stroked his beard, rough fingers running over the thick, unbraided middle portion. "O' course, the ugly lil runt 'e sent after me's right... On both counts." With a grunt, Bruggin heaved himself up off his stool, maul and...

It might be up to the DM to bring it up, but since there *are* grumblings of a certain fiery, difficult to control warrior priest in the Citadel, would it make sense if Jares and Yorlii would have picked up on such things, and thus perhaps attempt to seek him out? Mercenaries that come in packs...

KYONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! /end Shatner

Well, since he can make grapple checks at a mighty +30 during a Surge of Strength, and he can at the very least be in a state of SoS for 8 rounds a day... >.> Sure, I guess you can say he's a teddy bear. Hope you like bearhugs :p

BRUGGIN. Say it whit me. Bruh-gin. :p

"Through smoke 'n 'aze 'n lonely days, Me granpappy allus carried... An axe o' steel an' a flint ter match, An 'is swordwife she ne'er tarried!" Bruggin grinned, rocking back and forth slowly on his stone stool. His father's axe was cradled across his lumpy knees, which bulged a bit at the...

I meant unadorned in the sense that it lacks additional protrusions or superfluous accoutriments... or extra embossing... 'tis just three runes, one on each shoulder and one on the back.