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Message: <blockquote data-quote="dpdx" data-source="post: 1681945" data-attributes="member: 188">[My absolute best wishes for your mother's speedy recovery, Uriel. And oh, yeah - if there's ta be a drinkin' contest, ye ken well nigh c'nsider Rur'k ta be remainin' o' the hall. Finally, thank you for doing what you do so well, Uriel, and that's to DM a fine PbP, and to its conclusion, ONCE AGAIN. You're a credit to LEW, and PbP. Enjoy - I hope Ozzy decides to show up for you.]Putting down the masterwork mail almost as soon as he had ascertained its value, Rurik returned with the others as he was bidden to do. A good dwarf died in that mail - it therefore belonged with that good dwarf's spirit as he joined Chennet' at the Great Forge, and so Rurik wouldn't 'need' it. As they walked, he patted his chainmail as if to reinforce himself of that belief....The intervening days Rurik used for drink, rest, drink, cleaning and sharpening his things, organizing them more comfortably in his pack, rest, drink, honing his talents in fighting [Rurik gains Weapon Focus: Dwarven Waraxe - sucks for him to not yet qualify for Great Cleave.] and making weapons and armor [Craft:Weap, Craft:Arm, 1 each] to gain Chennet's favor and blessing....Rurik looked with wide-eyed appreciation at the owlbear cloak, and with fondness at those of the Manor who labored to make it for him. As Urgan presented him with the one with the dark blue lining, and Algram adorned it with the clasp, Rurik wrapped them both up in as much of an embrace as dwarven arms would allow, and squeezed the unsuspecting Jasperfists with the affectionate strength of a rooting bugbear. Stepping back, he turned and bowed to those assembled, and in his best attempt at formal court dwarven, he addresses them:"My Brothers and Sisters of Stonepike Hall, you honor me deeply with your presence and with this beautiful garment. Know that the hearth of Clan Axebender will warm you as long as you live, and its forge will burn white with the remembrance of your generosity. I will invert my stein many times in your fair honor, even as I intend to drink every one of your best men and women under the table, and face to face with the gentle imprint of the Chennet' Ma'chuth! For your courage, cooperation, and response under duress, I salute you, one and all."Rurik turned to raise his cap in salute, facing each wall of the room. By the time he faced in the opposite direction, he found himself face-to-face with the Gorim, the Old Man. Duly humbled, he followed the Lord of Stonepike, took one knee before him when the gelt was presented, then got up and followed the Chamberlain to the banquet....It was a tottering, but still upright Rurik that followed the Gorim down to the Treasury. Forgetting for a minute where and with whom he was, his jaw hung open as he sidled along the weapon wall:"S'looks ta be a fine axe 'ere, fit ta be swung at Ev'l fer tha glory o' Chennet'. This be my choice."And down came a dwarven waraxe (+1). As Rurik gripped it, it contoured and conformed to the right hand he held it in. It slid easily into a belt loop when Rurik put it away.[I'll wait to shop until everybody checks in, and Uriel gets another chance to post. But would Bag of Holding 1 be out of the question?]</blockquote>

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