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After leading his companions to the hostel, Dain returns to his room. He removes his weapons and armor from the chest at the foot of his bunk. He lovingly polishes his armor and shield, sharpens his sword, daggers, and axes, and quietly chants prayers to Aedor. When this is done, he retires...

"Unless I am mistaken, Horsom and Fellan here both arrived on their own horses. So we should have need of two more, and Glom can ride with me on the cart, for he does not have the look of a horseman." Dain thought this a good way to have the goblin as a captive audience, for he had a inherent...

Dain winces at the mention of horses. No dwarf would eagerly climb atop such a tall steed. He racks his brain, trying to think of a way to avoid riding a horse, and to not look like he is intimidated by these steeds. He soon enough finds his spark. "Archdeacon, if it would please you, I...

Just so you know what I am thinking. My plan as it stands now is to get everyone to the temple, feed them and take an audience with the Archdeacon. He can lay out what is known and unknown about the manticore. During this time, I am hoping one of the temple staff can find us rations and...

Dain can not hide his shock at seeing the goblins face. He quickly recovers and mutters to himself, "Does Aedor's trials know no bounds? This little one would have seemed a mornings sport back on The Hunt, but the forge lord has seen it fit to make him my allie." Dain gave a great laugh at...

"Blessed forge, it seems to be raining sword-arms this day." Dain exclaimed as he took in the strangers. "It would seem that our company is fast growing." Dain gave a slight bow to the newcomers and said, "I am Dain Winterforge, son of Davin, Formerly of the Hunt of Deepinghelm. The forge...

"It is true, you are the first two I have recruited. As for the witness, I should leave that to the Archdeacon, for it was he that spoke with her." Dain looked about as though to make sure no one was listening, then said in a low voice. "this beastie that we seek is no mere panther, our best...

I couldn't make this work the last time I did a PbP, but here goes again. 10

Dain regarded the half-orc and was perplexed by his anger. He had only called him half-breed to get his attention, and after all he was one. His hand reached for the head of Tor-Angol which rested in a baldric on his hip. When Maldordo started in with his silver-tongued ramblings, he knew for...

"I think first we should have a drink, there is a tavern nearby that often holds men for hire. I beleive the Archdeacon would be more comfortable with a larger group." Dain slaps Maldordo on the back and steers him in the desired direction. "And I'll be a bugbear's bridesmaid if I'm to be...

"A thousand pardons, Maldordo, names have never been my strong suit." Dain gaives a slight apologetic bow, "But, it is funny you should mention this cat in the south, for that is the reason for my troubles at present. The Archdeacon has tasked me with assembling a team and investigating this...

Dain's legs kept pumping until he heard the black-haired man say he was a cat. He couldn't have stopped quicker if he had run into a stone wall. Dain slowly turned to regard this fellow, it was then that he noticed the grace with which the man moved and the lean frame, all he needed was a...

Dain almost took offense to the remark about a creature being beyond him. He was no ecclesiastic who had never seen the outside of a temple, he had been a member of The Hunt. He knew how to handle beasts. But before he could protest he realized the Archdeacon was trying to be diplomatic. "If...

Dain emerged from his room at the temple when he heard the wailing of a young woman in the hall. She was been helped along down the passage by a elderly cleric who was doing his best to comfort her. This was not the first poor soul who had come to the temple in the preceding weeks with a heavy...

Dain's first winter among the humans was interesting. During the onset of the Tallowbone outbreak he was sent out into the city, as all the priests were, charged with healing the victims as best as he could. His gruff demeanor and his fine-for-dwarves-but-too-rough-for-humans handling of...

I am still in, sorry I haven't been online lately. Will post to the in char thread later tonight.

You don't have to sing to be a bard, the description says that the bardic music can be a chant. Why not have your concept that he uses his vast knowledge to orate and get the magical effects from that.

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The sword Stormbringer from Moorcock's Elric series. Forces hero(?) to destroy the world and then destroys the hero. Brilliant!