Davros Spiritforged's page

Honestly, when the recruitment RP itself started to push for the actual plot without GM input it made me a little uneasy and reluctant to follow suit. Might just be me but I thought certain liberties were being taken.

Have to admit that I feel the same way. I have participated in the conversation related to Dammerhall but tried to keep it purely as a debate. I have avoided saying anything that sounds like I consider myself an automatic member of the potential expedition.

But you're right, even with this in mind, I was close to pushing the limit..

I'll not partake in anymore Dammerhall talks, and if I post in this pre-game RP it will be on something totally unrelated.

Seeing that the conversation has dissolved into a philosophical debate, Davros slowly lost interest for farther participation.

Off course, they will now continue with boasting and wishful thinking. Why did I even think than reasonable thoughts will not be ignored as always.. At least their hearts are in the right place..

"Yes, tonight, lets drink and sing, and somehow, in the days to come, using both bravery and wisdom, dwarves will restore the glory of Dammerhall!!"

And in the mean time I'll continue looking for practical clues..

Davros continued with his stroll through the hall, never resting too much at one place. It was always best to use every opportunity to talk with friends because he never knew how long he will be staying..

Ye would have us sit and wait, and wait, and wait, while our numbers continue to dwindle anyways, and the strenth of our fathers melts into the stone, whence it came. I cannot accept that.

Aye, we need a plan, but waiting around for some miracle bit of information that we haven't been able to find in the last 200 years doesn't get us any closer to reclaiming our home. It makes us soft as we sit idle, forcing us to depend more and more on the humans and other races above the surface.

Torag didn't wait for the world to spring out of nothing, he created it. We cannot wait for Dammerhall to open itself to us, we must go open it ourselves. Action is the only way. I for one would rather die going the wrong way, than die waiting for the way to miraculously open itself.

"Someone much wiser then me once said that if you give me six hours to chop down a tree and I will spend the first four sharpening the axe."

"Time that we use planning and preparing ourselves for this glorious mission will save dwarven lives. And as you said it yourself, our numbers dwindle.."

"Come now brother, I can see that your heart is in the right place! Let us drink and sing tonight, and tomorrow we will talk in depth"

Holy crap this is fun...

Yap, this is cool!

Sealed tunnels? What is a wall of stone to a city of dwarves but an opportunity to start fresh? When has a dwarf e'er looked at a prize and said, "eh, there is a hole in the way, might as well give up". Aye, many of our kin have gone before us to try to open a way to the old city, and none have e'er returned. But I ask ye, All of ye! When has death e'er stopped a dwarf?! If it be Torag's will, we can open a way, if'n we just have the resolve to ne'er give up the search. Each time a dwarf sets out for Dammerhall, our kin get closer to finding a way. Tunnels don't dig themselves, ye gotta pick up a shovel. They way won't open itself, ye gotta be ready to spill some blood, or give up yer own. For yer kin beside ye, for Magnar, for Dammerhall, for Torag, for every dwarf that e'er lived and has yet to draw breath!

Davros doesnt feel comfortable speaking in front of the crowd, but he wasnt able to bite down on his tongue anymore..

"And yet, where has that stubbornness gotten us? Our numbers lessen, we live like refugees in human settlements.. Our kind needs wisdom, needs to listen to the words of elders like Master T'jener. Because hotblooded approach will only get more dwarves killed without resting their eyes on the halls of mighty Dammerhall."

"We need a plan and in the mean time, we have to let our scouts and explorers find more clues, before mounting a foolhardy expedition.."

After that short talk with Igmar, Davros continues pacing the hall, exchanging greetings and embraces with friends and family that have not seen him for months.

"Where have you been this time? Did you fight any drow? How long are you staying?" are some the most asked questions.

As usually, Davros offers them only apologetic shrugs and smiles, because, as they well know, he is not at liberty to say most of things he has seen and done. Movements of scouts are not often advertised in these dangerous times.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

Without a conscious thought, his eyes start analyzing the hall and looking for potential threats. There is always a small chance that someone would want to embarrass the dwarven community by disrupting this important event. But so far, everything seems in order.

He cannot help but hear parts of some conversations.
As usual, when Tharnhammers gather there is always a lot of talk about reclaiming Dammerhall. I really hope that one of these days, it will amount to something more than nostalgic and wishful thinking.

”Ack, these dwarves! Fools, all of ‘em!” He mutters to himself, slowly shaking his head. ”Some may accept the fact that ‘e died old and content in his warm bed, but they’d be wrong, aye.” Despite his grumblings to no one in particular, his voice was beginning to rise, drawing more than a few stares. ”I’ve seen puncture wounds like ‘at ten times over, and that’s no prick from a bloody rosebush, no. Those black terrors down belows what did it. One of them darts from their blasted handbows, I’ve no doubt!”

I'm playing up the paranoid angle a bit with Igmar, due to his past run-ins with the Drow. Unfortunately, I probably won't be able to post again until tomorrow, but please feel free to question his wild claims :)

A young dwarf dressed in expensive but very simple and functional dark clothes approaches Igmar.

He lays his hand friendly on his shoulder and continues as an afterthought:

"Furthermore, it is not proper to offend warriors of the lord like that. I am sure they would not let any drow get anywhere near Magnar. Try to relax and lets pay our respects as it should be"

Davros has entered the hall a few minutes ago and didnt even have time to great friends and relatives who are present. Upon hearing Igmar's words, he approached wanting to help thinking that someone from similar profession could best understand him.

Noticed this tread today and the game setting looks great.
I made this dwarf rogue and hereby apply for the game :)

The description and character sheet are in the profile.

I still need to finish the biography and make some changes in my equipment.

Character concept is: rouge/fighter aka dwarven underground scout. Fourth son of a high dwarven noble who joined the "millitary" in order to protect the dwarven people. He is among the first lines of defense, a guardian in the dark.