New Campaign Starting
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Loser4773
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Durgen sits staring into a mug of ale trying to calculate exaclty how much he has drank when something amazing happens. It happens quite often to the sturdy little smith, but is no less amazing every time. One mug becomes two! Overjoyed and full of excitement Durgen yells to the barkeep.
"Dijd I orders anosher mu-hg? I don't rememer orders anozer!? Whish onez of youz ish payin'?"
With a loud burp and an over exertion of mirth Durgen falls pron on the tavern floor.
"Howd me ends up in beds?"
Peaceful blackness rolls over the Durgen.
"Dijd I orders anosher mu-hg? I don't rememer orders anozer!? Whish onez of youz ish payin'?"
With a loud burp and an over exertion of mirth Durgen falls pron on the tavern floor.
"Howd me ends up in beds?"
Peaceful blackness rolls over the Durgen.
Northman
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Morcano, I've had a lot of people interested in playing both here on the boards and off. So I'm just accepting players as they give me their character names, races, and classes. Basically I'm taking that as an indicator that they are dedicated to play in the campaign every Tuesday night from 5:30 to 9:00 PM Pacific on Openrpg.
Usually there's a shakeup in the first few weeks where one or two people see that the time or gamestyle doesn't work and openings appear. So if you miss round one, there's always round two.
Usually there's a shakeup in the first few weeks where one or two people see that the time or gamestyle doesn't work and openings appear. So if you miss round one, there's always round two.
Alright, let's try this:
Rolban Lathaeriel of Veogwyn
Human
Fighter 4
The young blonde man, clad up to his neck in shining plate, makes his way wearily along the road. His face is bruised, and dried blood is speckled on his battle-scarred armor. Behind him, he drags a military saddle and a heavy sack, while under his other arm he holds a winged helm in the shape of a dragon's gaping maw. Even from a distance, he can be heard grumbling and cursing.
Rolban Lathaeriel of Veogwyn
Human
Fighter 4
The young blonde man, clad up to his neck in shining plate, makes his way wearily along the road. His face is bruised, and dried blood is speckled on his battle-scarred armor. Behind him, he drags a military saddle and a heavy sack, while under his other arm he holds a winged helm in the shape of a dragon's gaping maw. Even from a distance, he can be heard grumbling and cursing.
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Loser4773
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The ringing in Durgen's head reminds him of the task at hand. He awakes to find himself in his room and severly hung over. Grabing his tools and heading for the smithy Durgen tries to shake the fog from his vision so his hammer falls strike true.
"Today is the day," he excitedly mutters to himself, "I finish me work on Skullsmaher!" His pace quickens at the mention of his task.
For five long years Durgen has slaved away in smithing a weapon designed by his ancestors. It took several years just to gain the proper amount of the material know as adamantite to fit the design of the weapon. Patients and hard work has paid off in full. All enemies of dwarves beware!
"Today is the day," he excitedly mutters to himself, "I finish me work on Skullsmaher!" His pace quickens at the mention of his task.
For five long years Durgen has slaved away in smithing a weapon designed by his ancestors. It took several years just to gain the proper amount of the material know as adamantite to fit the design of the weapon. Patients and hard work has paid off in full. All enemies of dwarves beware!
