The large orc dressed in fine chainmail armor carrying his large axe enters the tavern a second time. RUMBUM IS BACK! He looks around and sees that gathering of adventurers that he had left not to long ago are now nowhere to be seen. He sits at the ale-stained seat he had once occupied and loudly orders another bowl of ale.
[Tavern] Tower's Shard 2010
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nerdytenor
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Acre heads out of the tavern, following Knoepf
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"Ale and Stone be wit ye brother" says a bulky dwarf that enters the tavern as the dwarven cleric makes his way out. This one has hair and beard red like fire, and is of remarkable size and stoutness. His red eyes bean from under his eyebrows and helmet, as he strides in, moving his sturdy fat fingers as he walks, balancing from his left to his right leg, anxious. He sits heavily on the bar, and tingling his fingers, he says. "An ale"
When he is served, he takes the tankard and empties it in his mouth, flavors it, makes soundly noises as he moves the beer from one cheek to the other, until he finally gulps it. Again he starts moving his fingers until he raises one "Another Ale". This goes on for a while, and doesn't seem to be near ending any time soon.
Muzdum Firebelly. Brawler Fighter level 6.
When he is served, he takes the tankard and empties it in his mouth, flavors it, makes soundly noises as he moves the beer from one cheek to the other, until he finally gulps it. Again he starts moving his fingers until he raises one "Another Ale". This goes on for a while, and doesn't seem to be near ending any time soon.
Muzdum Firebelly. Brawler Fighter level 6.
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"Come on, he's a heavily armed alcoholic dwarf. You can't seriously tell me he's not a walking stereotype, honey." says Leeghon.
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The dwarf turns to face the man,
"Oi pal! Better watch yer tough unless ye want t' walk away wid'out it." he says, before returning to his ale.
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The tavern doors again swing open. A dwarf walks into the bar and surveys the patrons. He is on the young side for a dwarf, his hair is dark and long, his beard braided and well kept. He wears leather armor under his traveling cloak, a hammer in his hand.
At whispered word from the bouncer, the dwarf addresses the bar, "Hail and well met. They be calling me Braddock the Historian. If ye be having a tall tale of treasures vast, I'd be wanting to hear it. My specialty be all things arcana and eldritch."
Seeing Muzdum sampling the ale, "Oh thank the Seven. I didn't think there would be any civilized people to share a barrel in this city. Barkeep, a tankard of your strongest. And I'm not talking about elven lasses here, m'lad. I need something that'll curl the toes of a rotgut Ogre!"
At whispered word from the bouncer, the dwarf addresses the bar, "Hail and well met. They be calling me Braddock the Historian. If ye be having a tall tale of treasures vast, I'd be wanting to hear it. My specialty be all things arcana and eldritch."
Seeing Muzdum sampling the ale, "Oh thank the Seven. I didn't think there would be any civilized people to share a barrel in this city. Barkeep, a tankard of your strongest. And I'm not talking about elven lasses here, m'lad. I need something that'll curl the toes of a rotgut Ogre!"
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"Ha! Dat's di stuff mate! I'm Muzdum Firebelly." the other dwarf pats his generous stomach, introducing himself. "Make dat be two. Dis last one was better, but still tastes like if it has been diluted." Muzdum tells the barkeep, and accommodates in his seat, preparing for the new ale to be served.
"So, searching fer treasure I see. Good call I say." Muzdum comments, looking at Braddock with his beaming red eyes, which are irrevocably turned away by the incoming beer.
"So, searching fer treasure I see. Good call I say." Muzdum comments, looking at Braddock with his beaming red eyes, which are irrevocably turned away by the incoming beer.
FourMonos
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Braddock sits down across from Muzdum smiling broadly. He thanks Brews for the ale.
"Oye, I haven't seen a dwarf of the Firebelly clan since I was a wee lad! It was something to behold, to be honest. He knocked two Rockhall clan dwarves cold when they wouldn't pay up on their drinking bet. Then two bouncers when they tried to oust him from the drinking hall. Oh, fond memories!"
Braddock looks around the tavern, "Hey, why all the oggling and tongue wagging? Come on over and share an ale! I suspect we've all had our stories to share! I'm thinking Muszdum hasn't had enough ale in him to accidentally hurt anyone! Yet! HA!"
"Oye, I haven't seen a dwarf of the Firebelly clan since I was a wee lad! It was something to behold, to be honest. He knocked two Rockhall clan dwarves cold when they wouldn't pay up on their drinking bet. Then two bouncers when they tried to oust him from the drinking hall. Oh, fond memories!"
Braddock looks around the tavern, "Hey, why all the oggling and tongue wagging? Come on over and share an ale! I suspect we've all had our stories to share! I'm thinking Muszdum hasn't had enough ale in him to accidentally hurt anyone! Yet! HA!"
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Muzdum laughs as Braddock tales his tale, his smile making his red eyes even smaller, drawing deep lines around them. "I'm glad t' hear dat a young dwarf knows at least one of me brothers! Tarvern brawls are t' be 'xpected when a Firebelly 's 'round. Speakin' o' drinkin' contest... Me papa told me once of a huge drinkin' contest, hold in the halls of the clan. Every Firebelly attended t' it of course. But fer everyone's surprise, a Stonehand's clan, some Kurmar Stonehand, 'feated our champion. First time one o' our guys lost! In our own main competence! Dat guy was a rock, papa told me some Firebellies tried to whack him, and bare handed he knocked them out faster than you can burp! Never knew nothing more 'bout dat guy." tales Muzdum.
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