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Paths of the Damned, Pt. 2: Rats in the Walls
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Mr_Spicoli
Explorer
A raggardly tough dwarf makes a subtle yet distinct entrance into the room. His walk is unusually haughty for a dwarf dressed in worn cloaks. His stride is long for a dwarf standing near 5' 3" tall. He wears a dark black cloak with the hood back revealing wisps of Kraken braided yellow-orange hair, and the glint of a buccaneer's ring hangs from the left earlobe.
The kraken-braids continue into his muttonchops and beard.
"Well well well, greetings & well met and all the appropriate forms of pleaseantries one and all. My I introduce myself as Durmedin of clan Klangenhall at you're service. If it seems I tend to ramble, it may be because I tend to enjoy the art of conversation. Itis a game like chess, that one can continue to improve in constantly, is it not? Excuse my haggard appearance as it can be deceiving. Look at these meager clothes as the fineries of a prince amongst paupers.
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His speech certainly belies his dress, of someone with more of an education then would be immediately expected of a freelance for the city guard.
Durmedin looks over the party assembled. He takes note of the dress & mannerisms of each individual.
"So we have here the fine young lady of some social standing I presume from you're dress and stance. A young lad dresses in the clothes and equipped as a holy man-with a serious purposeful look. An astute looking youngish elf who does not appear to be a stranger to excitement and danger. And then of course one of my own fellow kin, of whom I seen so much in the long past. Yes, a slayer prepared and honed to combat all the forms of the ravenous influence were it not!
I myself am just a traveller & perhaps street sage. I relish gathering and dispensing information that may be of use between parties. I have spent some time making contacts & finding ways of seeking people and things out for others & myself.
I have done all sorts of jobs in my long travels from the far, far west. Yes I have mingled with troubadours, courtiers, bandits, politicians, theocrats & bureaucrats, all sorts of men & creatures. I have seen the lay of the Empire from the dark tunnels of far away mountain mines, to the shores of Sartosa in my youth.
As for the dwarven engineer's guild. I have visited their once or twice. I am a smith by schooling if more then trade. I do endeavor to learn the knowledge of my kin in the art & sciences of machines & warfare! I have so much to learn & great motivation for using the knowledge. They do say that knowledge is power do they not?"
The kraken-braids continue into his muttonchops and beard.
"Well well well, greetings & well met and all the appropriate forms of pleaseantries one and all. My I introduce myself as Durmedin of clan Klangenhall at you're service. If it seems I tend to ramble, it may be because I tend to enjoy the art of conversation. Itis a game like chess, that one can continue to improve in constantly, is it not? Excuse my haggard appearance as it can be deceiving. Look at these meager clothes as the fineries of a prince amongst paupers.
"
His speech certainly belies his dress, of someone with more of an education then would be immediately expected of a freelance for the city guard.
Durmedin looks over the party assembled. He takes note of the dress & mannerisms of each individual.
"So we have here the fine young lady of some social standing I presume from you're dress and stance. A young lad dresses in the clothes and equipped as a holy man-with a serious purposeful look. An astute looking youngish elf who does not appear to be a stranger to excitement and danger. And then of course one of my own fellow kin, of whom I seen so much in the long past. Yes, a slayer prepared and honed to combat all the forms of the ravenous influence were it not!
I myself am just a traveller & perhaps street sage. I relish gathering and dispensing information that may be of use between parties. I have spent some time making contacts & finding ways of seeking people and things out for others & myself.
I have done all sorts of jobs in my long travels from the far, far west. Yes I have mingled with troubadours, courtiers, bandits, politicians, theocrats & bureaucrats, all sorts of men & creatures. I have seen the lay of the Empire from the dark tunnels of far away mountain mines, to the shores of Sartosa in my youth.
As for the dwarven engineer's guild. I have visited their once or twice. I am a smith by schooling if more then trade. I do endeavor to learn the knowledge of my kin in the art & sciences of machines & warfare! I have so much to learn & great motivation for using the knowledge. They do say that knowledge is power do they not?"
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Old Fezziwig
Thanks for the sour persimmons, cousin.
[sblock=Assumption]Ottokar and Torillan are referring to the Dwarfen Engineers' Guild, which is a tradesmen's association, and not the Collegium Theologica, which is an academic institution.[/sblock][sblock=OOC for Mr_Spicoli]Hey there. I just wanted to let you know that, although you probably have some contacts inside the Dwarfen Engineers' Guild, you wouldn't be eligible for straight out membership, as you're not an Engineer. In the meantime, if you'd like to make a Hard (-20) Fellowship test for me, that'd be great.[/sblock]Just a short distance away from the Chapel of Grungi in The Wynd (a small neighborhood between the Altmarkt and Southgate districts) lies the Dwarfen Engineers' Guild, a small and unobtrusive building, functional but not particularly pleasing aesthetically. A dour-looking dwarf with an enormous hammer stands in front of the door. He casts a skeptical eye over your group, even the Dwarfs. "Oi?"
Mr_Spicoli
Explorer
Durmedin observes the quality of the guards armor and warhammer, noting the craftsmanship with a deep desire to work the forge and anvil to produce such of his own. With a bright smile showing a gold crowned tooth he greets the guard.
"Well hello good sir, a mighty fine day it is! Durmedin Klangenhall here with my comrades accompanying me to apply as a journeyman to the engineer's guild. I am a smith of experienced craftsmanship and hope to ply me wares here in this fine guild. What say ye sir, how can we gain audience with the guild clerk or a craftsmen?"
OOC
Fellowship roll at -20=38+20=58 fail
fellowship roll
"Well hello good sir, a mighty fine day it is! Durmedin Klangenhall here with my comrades accompanying me to apply as a journeyman to the engineer's guild. I am a smith of experienced craftsmanship and hope to ply me wares here in this fine guild. What say ye sir, how can we gain audience with the guild clerk or a craftsmen?"
OOC
Fellowship roll at -20=38+20=58 fail
fellowship roll
Mr_Spicoli
Explorer
Durmedin shakes the hand of the stout dwarf.
"Pleased to meet ya Ragnar. Are ye from Middenheim or thereabouts. I've only been hear less then a year. Been all over, started out from from Karak Hirn a long long time ago. Haven'r been there in many years"
"Pleased to meet ya Ragnar. Are ye from Middenheim or thereabouts. I've only been hear less then a year. Been all over, started out from from Karak Hirn a long long time ago. Haven'r been there in many years"
Wilphe
Adventurer
Lot said:
"He seems quite charming, as dwarves go." whispers Winifred back.
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Winfied courtseys as Durmedin introduces himself, "Winifred von Troutheim, delighted to make your acquaintance friend dwarf."
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As they proceed to the Engineer's guild she hangs back at the rear with Torillan, seeing how the rather talkative newcomer handles himself with his own kind.
