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<blockquote data-quote="silentp" data-source="post: 6891198" data-attributes="member: 6853803">Blargin hawks a gob of spit onto the ground to clear his throat of trail dust, before taking a swig from the goatskin bag of booze perpetually hanging by his side. His mail gloves clink as his thick fingers squeeze the bag to shoot a stream of booze into his mouth.Blargin's armor is dark metal and of dwarven make, well-worn but well-maintained. His shield--always within reach--is the same. Emblazoned with the crest of Clan Hammerskull, it appears to depict a skull being smashed with a hammer while a fish drowns in a mug of beer. On his back he hefts a weatherbeaten leather backpack. His faithful miner's pick, graven with runes, is securely fastened to the side of the pack.&nbsp; A scabbard is also strapped to his back, carefully arranged so that the longsword can be drawn over-the-shoulder in an instant.&nbsp; He hums a tune whenever he draws the blade, which is nearly as tall as himself.Blargin's hair is coal-black and tied into braids that are then fastened into a sort of short mohawk.&nbsp; His relatively short beard is trimmed into a diamond shape with his moustache at its topmost point.&nbsp; His nose is large, sharp and square, and his skin is the color of muddy stone--except for his cheeks and the aforementioned nose, which are usually rosy with drink. His eyes are the color of two lumps of coal floating in beer.He squints in the daylight. &quot;S'a fine suggestion, ya fey nance.&quot;&nbsp; With a nod to the wagon master, Blargin sets off towards the pub.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="silentp, post: 6891198, member: 6853803"] Blargin hawks a gob of spit onto the ground to clear his throat of trail dust, before taking a swig from the goatskin bag of booze perpetually hanging by his side. His mail gloves clink as his thick fingers squeeze the bag to shoot a stream of booze into his mouth. Blargin's armor is dark metal and of dwarven make, well-worn but well-maintained. His shield--always within reach--is the same. Emblazoned with the crest of Clan Hammerskull, it appears to depict a skull being smashed with a hammer while a fish drowns in a mug of beer. On his back he hefts a weatherbeaten leather backpack. His faithful miner's pick, graven with runes, is securely fastened to the side of the pack. A scabbard is also strapped to his back, carefully arranged so that the longsword can be drawn over-the-shoulder in an instant. He hums a tune whenever he draws the blade, which is nearly as tall as himself. Blargin's hair is coal-black and tied into braids that are then fastened into a sort of short mohawk. His relatively short beard is trimmed into a diamond shape with his moustache at its topmost point. His nose is large, sharp and square, and his skin is the color of muddy stone--except for his cheeks and the aforementioned nose, which are usually rosy with drink. His eyes are the color of two lumps of coal floating in beer. He squints in the daylight. "S'a fine suggestion, ya fey nance." With a nod to the wagon master, Blargin sets off towards the pub. [/QUOTE]

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