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Clasping hands with his new found allies, Darak shares a few drinks with the Count and Baron before heading off to the next adventure. He had thoroughly enjoyed himself and was glad the noble company wasn't as stuffy as he feared it would be. Heading to the Grand Lodge, he wondered just how he was going to get rid of thi damned monkey.
As the Demon closes in on the one-eyed Dwarf, Darak swings out with his axe, seeking to dislodge the demon once and for all. "Get back to ye pits cur!" he snarls as his axe comes down on thw creature's head. for Laughing to his new Monkey companion, the Dwarf clambers away from the demon's probing tongue before cutting out again with his ichor stained Axe. for
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Only just managing to fight of the wretched creature's poisons due to his hardy Dwarven fortitude, Darak is distracted by the sudden arrival of the monkeys, causing his aim to go wide. "Alright Lad! Let's get these freaks eh?" Teh dwarf laughs as he clings on. Crawling further up the statue, Darak swings out with his dark Iron Axe. for
As they press on through the Temple, Darak's demeanour has turned to business, his hands clenched around the dark haft of his cold iron axe. As the little creatures attack he curses and rushes forwards with his shield raised and axe swinging. "Come get me ye darn curs!" he curses at the demons in his large booming voice.
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Clambering over the side of the Tree-tent, Darak looks on in respect as gore is showered from the Baron's 'Tiger'. With a booming laugh, the Dwarf hoists himself up and gives the Baron hearty pat on the shoulder. "Great shot Sir! Never knew those things could be so powerful" he booms as he hoists the kill over his broad shoulders. "Aye let us get back for a drink and a feast before we move on eh?"
Good eye narrowing against the Darkness, Darak keeps his attention on the larged striped beast and rushes forwards, drawing his trusty Axe as he does so. Standing beneath the strange tree-tent of the Baron, the dwarf hefts his trusty shield and axe and waits for the creature to come towards them. "Come on beast! Mi Axe is Hungry!" he bellows at the night.
Laughing deeply, Darak slaps Iago on the back as his snow-white beard quivers with the force of the Dwarf's amusement. "See ya Count! Watch for Spiders!" he calls back to the retreating noble. Reauming his attention to the baron, Darak nods. "So Baron, what's the call? I've gotten the hang of this hunting lark methinks. Want us to flush the thing out so you get a nice shot?"
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"I know ye did Laddie, but Ma Axe got there just before your pretty little sword." Darak laughs before the Elephant starts to panic. "Torag's Beard!" Rushing around the stampeding creature, Darak raises his axe to cleave the little viper apart. It had served him well in the hunts so far, so such little game shouldn't be a problem. for
Darak looks at the monkeys, unsure how to react. The dwwarf was wise enough to see that they were clearly sacred creatures and they knew the temple they sought was blessed to the Patron of monkeys so it would not do to charge them. Equally they needed to be moved on or their mission to curry favour with the nobles would be lost. Deciding not harm the monkeys for now, the Dwarf rushes forwards with his arms laden with food, trying to bring them treats whilst also getting them away from the camp.
Knowing little about hunting prey, but having some skill from his years foraging as a Soldier in the armies of the Kings of the five mountains, he does his best to try and impart some of his wisdom on the Young count, knowing the benefit of impressing his betters.
Relishing the idea of a hunt, Darak decides to go up close and personal with his heirloom axe, knowing that if it could do for a Winter Wolf he would have little issues here!
Having little gold to his name after upgrading his armour recently, Darak takes the time to the boat to relax after being dismissed by Valsin. For a diplomatic mission it would seem he had picked poorly, yet it was likely they were the only ones around. Shrugging at his lote in life, the Dwarf packs away his furs and heavy tunic before heading for their boat. Boarding some time later, the Dwarf Guardsman stows his gear, yet keeps his axe on him - one could never be too careful when it came to Sea monsters. Being invited to dinner, the Dwarf enjoys the fare, yet has obviously taken little effort with his appearance. "Mi last mission was a bore to be honest wi' ye mi Lord." he replies, after remembering to finish his mouthful. "But me first task with the Society involved travelling to the frozen wastes of Irrisen where we stopped a one sided war between some mad Ulfen and the Witches. That's not the best of it, during the tale we were set upon by a massive Winter Wolf whose breath could freeze a man in place! The beast was no match for mi' axe though and now I wear its pelt as a cloak."
"Mwangi, Jalmery eh! I knew it was gonna be hot." Darak mumbles as their patron leaves the room to make last arrangements. Listening to the questions posed by his companions he shrugs his broad shoulders and makes a note to purchase the same things as Farlen, for the man surely knew what he was doing. Looking to Iago, the Dwarf chuckles loudly and slaps the man on his shoulder. "Aye, I'll leave the friend makin' to others, I just wanna wrestle a Tiger!" he states, slapping his armoured chest. "Err- What's a Tiger?"
Darak laughs at Farlen's awkwardness, though not harshly before his laugh gets even louder at iago's retort. "Ahh Laddies, I feel we'll get along fine! Let's just hope none o' the rest are sticks in the mud eh?" He lets his laughter subside and busies himself with refreshments for a moment, pouring an ale and grabbing some cheese from the Venture-Captain's cupboards. "Anyone want anythin' whilst am up?" he asks, before answering Farlen's question. "Just that I'm afraid, I came back from em last Quest with an impressive beast's Fur pelt and asked for it to be turned into somethin' nice. Was warned I wouldn't need it where I was going as it was sweltering!
Strolling into the briefing chamber comes a rugged old dwarf with shock white hair and a grand bushy beard. He wears Dwarven forged dull scale over a rugged tunic and leather trousers and chunky armoured boots and gauntlets. A dark Iron Battleaxe is slung over his shoulder with a silvered hammer at his hip. The Dwarf's face is covered in old scars, showing a life of war and he wears a leather eyepatch over one eye, this too is armoured. A battered wooden shield is placed on the ground along with a backpack as Darak throws himself into a chair, the heraldry of Rolgrimmdur emblazoned proudly upon it. "And here was me thinkin' i'd be the first here!" he booms with a laugh as he spies the room's occupants. "Howdy there! The name's Darak Silverbane, most folk call me "One-Eye" in the Five Kings, I am sure you can work out why!" "Ah've been to Irrisen and then for a wander outside Absalom here, not been to Mwangi mi'self, any forewarning?"
Trudging back through the rain, Darak relishes the soothing water on his singed beard and flesh, lugging their spoils from the fortress with them to the Grand Lodge. Waiting around he sends his Axe for sharpening and listens to the Venture Captain's debrief thoroughly and then claps. "To the Bar! Balenor, the first round is on you!" he laughs.
Rolling his shoulders and shaking out his mad white mane, Darak shoulders his axe and heads to the stairs leading confidently with his shield raised. "Ah'm ready, Tasskar is it? Well my friends seems only one more obstacle, hopefully our aim is better eh?" Darak laughs at his own joke and starts to stomp up the stairs to their destiny.
"Ah've got a feeling that tight leather and flimsy poker in that chest were yours then laddie? Should ye want some revenge get suited and join us!" Darak points out in his usual loud voice as he looks around the place for any signs of secret door like the last floor. "Save yer Wand there Dale mi lad, Balenor has a fancy scroll on 'im."
Goingg through the contents of the chest and sniffing the contents of the Troglodyte's canteen in hope of strong liquor, Darak shakes his head at the sorry state of the captive ally. Looking through the ring of keys he tries to see if one would be small enough fot manacles. "Bah! Ye great fool, you are lucky they noticed ye missing and sent us to help! Back to training for yeself i imagine!" he chides in all seriousness. If one of the keys releases the lock, he opens it none too gently. "No food on me as we were only outside Absalom, doubt ye want to eat what the creatures have either. Thought this place was abandoned?"
Wincing at their poor show here and the pathetic attempt by Dale to be terrifying, Darak can almost hear his old drill instructors chiding him on his poor axe work. With a roar of frustration at theh futility so far, the Dwarf bats aside the Troglodyte's swinging club and steps forwards, swinging from the hip in a bid to embed his axe into the creatures abdomen. "Fall wretch! Taste Dwarven steel!" for
Laughing as his opponet's club his bashed aside by his notched battleaxe, Dark plants his feet and strikes cleanly, seeking to open up his reeking opponent from shoulder to navel. for Unfortunately, the one eyed Dwarf finds his axe snagging on the Troglodyte's stitched hides and it fails to score a telling blow on the bruiser.
Keeping his back to the Wall to avoid being surrounded, Darak laughs as his shield takes a punishing blow from the Purple clad leader whilst he uses his meaty arm and vambrace to turn aside the other's strike. Narrowing his eye at the leader, the Dwarf gives out a roar that would impress any manner of beast before striking out at it. "This is more like it! Wonder if this is their Chief or big Bruiser?" for
Grunting at the discomfort of Javelins rebounding from his shield and thick metal armour, ,Darak scans the room with his good eye, again seemingly uncaring of the vile smell. "Well, ain't it close in here?" He laughs as his Axe sings out, carving at the Troglodyte painted in blue Warpaint before stepping out of the way of the door and allowing his allies to pour in. "Join the fun!" for
Once again having been beaten to the action by his quick witted allies, Darak marvels as the Bats are soon burnt to a crisp, causing then to screech and flee from the alchemical liquid. Smilinn broadly, he helps the others search and holds out the potion to Ahmande for aafe keeping. "Well! That is them taught! But we are yet to find our lost ally, press on my friends?" Darak booms, uncaring of the dist and dirt clinging to him. Assuminng his allies are ready, the Dwarf tramps towards the atairs and slowly ascends.
"Good eye there Lad and good thinking. Now let us see what secrets this place contains eh?" Darak laughs as he joins Groo at the indicated door, his one eye peering at it suspiciously. "Ahh well, let us hope it ain't full of javelins again! Rollig his shoulders, the old dwarf places his shoulder to the door with Groosalug and then heaves his bulk in an attempt to break the door's lock.
Darak curses at the Skeleton explodes and singes his white beard, bone shards cutting his unprotected face. "Gah! Blasted things, walking piles of bones that explode?! Will hafta remember them!" he growls angrily as he and his team start to search the room for anything handy or valuable. Finding two scrolls that mean little to the Fighter, he searches the rest of the room whilst the others discuss them as they feel fit. "Right, nothing else in here! Bac up the stairs or climbing the outside Lads n Lasses?" He enquires, looking up the spiralling staircases.
Agreeing with the others and leading the Way up the spiralling staircase with shield and Axe raised, Darak stops when they reach the door. Examing the area for anymore pressure plates, tripwires or other hellish Troglodyte pass times he sighs when the door proves locked. "Any of ye gifted in being light in the fingers? I haven't the eye for it myself!" again he laughd at his own tasteless joke. If none of the group are skilled in removing obstacles from their path, Darak tries the less conventional method, applying his shoulder to the door and pushing.
"Ye can use the Dolphin Lass, it may not look it but my shield is well reinforced." The Dwarf replies to Rozella as they prepare to move on. If no-one else takes it, Darak will tuck the dagger into his belt, if nothing else he can cut his hard bread with it. Moving on, Darak at the head of the group, he opens the door and his eye widens as his foot sinks slightly, causing the unmistakeable sound of a launched missile. As the Javelin slams home, Darak lets out a roaring curse, grabbing the thing as it buckles mail into his chest and rips it free with a rather dramatic spurt of blood. "Well, first blood to the Tower I suppose." he grumbles, his mind thinking on the pins he will unleash on the foes above, should they find any. "Lad, do ye mind givin me a hand with this?" The Dwarf asks of Ahmande, holding a carved stone wand with Dwarven runes.
"So, do we climb? Or take the stairs?"
Seeming to pay no heed to the strench around them, Darak slaps Dale on the back with a meaty palm and a short barking laugh. "Well done Laddie! Didn't know what hit 'em! Easiest guard job i've been on." that said, the Old Dwarf keeps his shield and Notched axe ready as they step into the next room, admiring the racks with his one good eye. "Quite a collection we got here, and they spared nothing on the decoratin'! Ye can just imagine the glorious sight of that banner eh?"
As the Lizard is out down in cold ferocity, Darak smiles broadly and claps their ranger friend on the back heartily. "Perfect! Well struck there Lass! Remind me to be on your team in a barfight!" he laughs as he takes a swig of his own cantern, though it clearly doesn't contain water from the smell. "Right, shall we hustle on through this tower, obviously not as abanoned as we first thought!"
Huffingg as he makes the climb, Shield strapped to his back and armour placed in his pack, Darak lhauls himself over the edge and begins to lock his mail back into place as the young human observes their surroundings. When everyone is up, the Dwarf starts to wind up his rope and collects his grappling hook. "No sense in leaving it to get damaged." he explains, whether asked or not. Strapping his shield to his arm and pattig his axe, Darak nods to Groosalug. "Right Champ, this old Dwarf is ready to rock, shall we?" Placing his shoulder to the door, the gets ready to force it open when everyone has caught their breath.
With the Spider down, Darak breaks free of his web bonds and growls. Looking up at the tower he shrugs, causing his banded metal armour to clatter slightly as the plates nudge one another. Judging the distance with his one good eye, he finds himself not quite liking the idea of coming down the quick way. "Aye lad! I have a rope and hook if ye want to try it, i mean i would rather have me feet on the ground though!" he laughs at his own racial humour and then moves to the edge of the overhang. "Say, someone with both eyes wanna toss this? Can get a couple of ropes together and knot 'em, they way Farabellus showed ye!" Darak gets out his hook and rooe and begins to tie it in knots.
"Gah! Darn Creepy crawly thinks it can keep me down?! The Dwarf barks angrily as he finds himself sutck to the ground by its sticky webbing. Struggling, the Dwarf strikes back against the Spider with their notched Waraxe. for Unfortunately the sticky webbing sticks to his wrist and keeps his axe from striking the arachnid
Nodding to the ranger as they convince the dogs to bugger of, Darak smiles. "Ye shall have to show me the knack, all I ever get off wild mutts is rabies!" he gives a laugh at his own statement and begisn to press on into the tower. Shrugging as any choice seems as good as the other, Darak trudges towards the southern most exit to the Fallen fortress, his axe now in hand with his shield cinched tight to the other. "Ahh, just like the good ol' days! Except, you lot are a little taller than I'm used too..."
Remembering they hadn't introduced themselves yet, Darak spins and laughs. "Of course! Always good to know the names of ye companions in arms eh?" he roars, making nearby Pathfinders jump. "The name's Darak of the Silverbane Clan in the Five Kings Mountains. Most folk call me 'One Eye'... Well i am sure you can puzzle out why."
Strolling along at the front with his shield firmly strapped to his arm, the Dwarf drinks in the sight of the ruined tower with interest. This was some weapon of war, he can see why Absalom would fear this. Suddenly glad for the stupidity of Orcs, Darak stands and waits for Rozella to work her trade, his hand slowly slipping to his axe. |
