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<blockquote data-quote="EarlyBird" data-source="post: 7212483" data-attributes="member: 6899077">You notice the oddest of sights as you approach your dwarven shipmate. He is tall for one of his race with massive arms and chest, a dark beard and hair that both look never to have been touched by razor or shear. Yet he is dressed like a woodland elf!?His slacks are brown leather and look to be to tight due to the dwarf's thick muscular legs. They don't cup at the bottom as would be normal due to his unusual height. Belted at his waste are two thin bladed hand axes, not the thick hard iron of dwarven make, but with a lighter almost delicate look to them.The belt at his waste is over a tunic of scalemail that looks like burnished leaves fallen from an autumn tree. It flares over his thighs, barely low enough to cover vital areas. It looks like he is uncomfortable, but the look on his face is of stubborn refusal to change out of his clothes.Lastly he wears a forest green cloak that is held tight to his back by a longbow and quiver. A golden clasp in the shape of an enameled emerald green leaf holds the cloak at his thick neck.The dwarf turns to notices your stare of bewilderment, and shakes his head. &quot;I'm going to kill that pointy eared bastard for doing this to me!&quot; he says turning to look over the rail of the ship back towards the lands you all hail from. &quot;You hear that Kayloith! I'm gonna kill you for this!&quot;_______________________________________________________________________Later in the day the dwarf, you have heard refered to as Dellrak, sits on the longboat with a long walking staff across his lap. In reply to the captain's inquiry he asks a question of his own. &quot;Do you know of a good tailor in this town?&quot;[ooc] I have no clue what my mission is exactly. I think I am to be the groups survival coach. [/ooc]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="EarlyBird, post: 7212483, member: 6899077"] You notice the oddest of sights as you approach your dwarven shipmate. He is tall for one of his race with massive arms and chest, a dark beard and hair that both look never to have been touched by razor or shear. Yet he is dressed like a woodland elf!? His slacks are brown leather and look to be to tight due to the dwarf's thick muscular legs. They don't cup at the bottom as would be normal due to his unusual height. Belted at his waste are two thin bladed hand axes, not the thick hard iron of dwarven make, but with a lighter almost delicate look to them. The belt at his waste is over a tunic of scalemail that looks like burnished leaves fallen from an autumn tree. It flares over his thighs, barely low enough to cover vital areas. It looks like he is uncomfortable, but the look on his face is of stubborn refusal to change out of his clothes. Lastly he wears a forest green cloak that is held tight to his back by a longbow and quiver. A golden clasp in the shape of an enameled emerald green leaf holds the cloak at his thick neck. The dwarf turns to notices your stare of bewilderment, and shakes his head. [COLOR=#006400]"I'm going to kill that pointy eared bastard for doing this to me!"[/COLOR] he says turning to look over the rail of the ship back towards the lands you all hail from. [COLOR=#006400]"You hear that Kayloith! I'm gonna kill you for this!"[/COLOR] _______________________________________________________________________ Later in the day the dwarf, you have heard refered to as Dellrak, sits on the longboat with a long walking staff across his lap. In reply to the captain's inquiry he asks a question of his own. [COLOR=#006400]"Do you know of a good tailor in this town?"[/COLOR] [ooc] I have no clue what my mission is exactly. I think I am to be the groups survival coach. [/ooc] [/QUOTE]

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