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Dirk turns to Zahur, eyes alive with a fire not usually seen in the dwarf. "Zahur, where be the gladiator arena, I feel a mighty itchin' to beat somethin' up?"
In silence Dirk walks with the rest of the group, shrugging his shoulders and not looking too happy about the outcome. "Well, no matter where you go authority has a way of rearin' it's ugly head and demandin' you worship it, I s'pose." Feeling the freedom Dirk had yet to experience since his leave of Deepholm, Dirk decides to seize this opportunity to do what he does best. "I'm thinkin' that I may need to test th' mettle of some of th' warriors of this strange land, I'm going to find out about some fights, and maybe vent me pent up anger a little."
[dice]Finally on roll #4 I get something...[/ooc]
Dirk stays silent during the course of the Magistrate's words, only clearing his throat occasionally. He also gladly accepts the payment, nodding to the clerk who hands it to him. "So let me get this right, You're payin' us, and we're not to speak ter anyone aboot what happ'ned on th' beach? It all sounds fisheh to me," Dirk turns to Sunny and her new found companion. "No offence meant ladies, but me ma once used ter say 'dont look a gift delver in the mouth,' so I guess I agree to the terms." Dirk keeps any other opinions to himself, preferring wait until his party is more or less alone before putting his thoughts into words.
Dirk awakes and pulls his armour on, strapping himself in and feeling whole again.
Dirk answers the door and takes the box happily, opening it and taking the 50 gold pieces, placing them in his pouches with his other wealth. Whilst Dirk awaits the rest of the party, Dirk silently takes his greataxe and starts to oil and clean it, making sure it is in good condition.
Dirk smiles broadly at the man, an aura of friendliness about him. "yer see, I was once a sailor, but th' first mate, Ojin was slightly too liberal with his whip, and hit me one time too many. One night, as he was doin' the rounds, he seemed to have the sudden urge to take a midnight swim, and I was nice enough to help him overboard. Seems the crew didnae like that much and decided, very forcefully, that I should live here. This is why I'm here, that and the ale." Dirk follows the mountain of a man and drains the mug of ale quickly, relishing the taste of the brew, his stomach rumbling loudly. "Is there a chance yer might have a leg of mutton in there somewhere, I seem to have forgotten to eat since I got here."
"Do yer at least speak a language we can understand?" Dirk asks with an air of annoyance. "Is there anyone here that can cast that nifty spell to understand what other's are sayin?" Dirk puts down the barrel and looks at the strange woman, thoughts of who she is running through his head, each of them as far fetched as the other. "Maybe she's one of them watery type folks from the sea. Or maybe even a strange type of elemental. Anyone else have any ideas?"
Thinking quickly, Dirk grabs an empty barrel and runs over to the beach and fills it with sea water, lowering the strange elfin figure into the barrel of water, and picking it back up and heading back into town. "Well are yer all comin'?" Dirk cries over his shoulder.
"This is no place ter be sleepin', Tell yer what, I'll carry her, and we go back into town, and find a nice place ter wake her up, that way we can be findin' out what it is she knows." Dirk moves toward the woman on the beach, not taking his eyes off her for a second, still wary of the scores of undead that appeared only moments ago, thinking this woman may have something to do with it, or at least know something about it.
"Donne Worry, lass, yer can have another if yer be needin' it, in the meantime, jus' let me handle the..." At that point Dirk, while holding another potion notices the large wave rising. "It couldn't have been a cave system, or an old ruin...maybe a mountain would have been nice...anything but water...I had my bath last week!"
Dirk screams a loud war cry from the top of his lungs, chargins at the nearest undead creature he can see.
Dirk hears the cry of Lilandra and stands up abruptly, knocking the table slightly and spilling other's coffee.
[b]"Ah, finally, somethin'to do...gents, stay here, time for a Dwarf to have a little fun smashin' things that need to be smashed!"[/ooc]
Dirk reaches behind him and draws his greataxe, testing its sharpness before trying to find the "undead" someone has screamed.
Dirk turns to the elf, the image of her face slightly out of focus, and smiles broadly showing a set of pearly white teeth. "Why aren't you the life o' th' party, if you will excuse me a moment, I'm a thinkin' that that there table needs my attention." Dirk walks towards the table of coffee drinkers and calls over his shoulder. "Th' names Dirk Strongbeard, by the way, you are more than welcome to join me at this table, they seem to be a friendly bunch." Dirk takes a seat at the table, grinning even broader than before. "A tale is that yer be wantin'? Well the only tale I be knowin' is th' unfortunate tale of how I came to be here, instead of workin' in the town guard as me pappy were, and his grandpappy before him, fightin' and upholdin' th' peace." Dirk starts to drink the foul black liquid in front of him, wondering how coffee ever became popular despite it tasting like the back end of a mule drenched in the waters that run in most sewers.
Dirk starts his tale, describing his love for his family and his longing for a life outside the halls of his large town. He shows signs of anger at the way he was treated as a young dwarf and the way he was down trodden by the more "Law abiding" member of the town, even though he did no wrong...most of the time. Finally, Dirk starts his tale of his naval experience, and the oppressive first mate, Ojin, that, despite never taking his whip to Dirk, treated him like a dog, and eventually lead the coup to knock him out and leave him at the port of call, the city of Azir. The coffee was finally taking effect, and Dirk rethought his previous statement, coffee was useful, if only to get rid of the effects of too much ale. No cure for the morning after too much ale comes without a sore price to be paid, be it taste or pain.
Walking slowly and dutifully through small crowds of people, a lone dwarf seeks the strongest ale at this city wide celebration, kicking sand as he shuffles his boots through small piles of sand absent mindedly. "Aye a sore sight this be, reminds me a little of home," he says with a slight tone of melancholy in his voice. Dirk finds the nearest barrel of ale and offers to pay for 4 tankards, carefully noting all who pass by, hoping to Torag that none of his clan are here celebrating.
Being the one who put forward the idea, I vote yes!
When I was GMing, I used Google Docs and used a spreadsheet, allocating a colour to each character using primarily black for the buildings, this way it can be amended without having to upload a new pic for each turn, just makes it a little easier is all. In the example, green were the lower level enemies, brown were the larger different type of enemies (giant farplane worms if I recall correctly), orange was the enemy leader, and the rest were PCs, the lower case non bold lettering is abbreviations of effects the PCs have cast on the creatures. Just an idea, it worked well for me and a couple of other GMs on here, if not, other idea are out there, like the photobucket idea.
I, Ekeebe, am very interested in this, as I can't actually leave the house to RP any more (new baby and work responsibilities), this profile (Dirk Strongbeard) is probably the profile I will be using, just look over it and tell me if anything needs to be changed. Ekeebe :D
Dirk, his swings missing, angers and roars at the cauldron, foam forming in the corners of his mouth. Dirk swings again, angering at second that passes with this thing still alive.
Dirk screams a primal scream, angering at missing the opponent. He grips his axe tighter and swings yet again, waves of heat rising in a shimmer above his head, like the heat shimmers above a rock in summer.
Dirk again, starts to sweat and grow a few inches, his eyes going blank, a primal roar issue from his lips as he enhances his strength with primal fury.
Dirk steps toward the metallic opponent and swings his axe at the contraption, all thought disappearing, only battle remaining.
Dirk hears the creak of metal coming from inside the cottage, noting that this sound like battle, Dirk rushes over to th door, almost barreling Dorsera over in his attempt to fight this thing. "Finally, somethin' ter fight. Outta tha way, Dorsera, I'm goin' to make this thing regret ever living." Not caring if this thing has actually ever lived before, Dirk pushes past Dorsera, readying his axe.
"I have ter agree with yer there, Dorsera, whate'er got the with, might still be here, and if it ain't, then so be it, time to find another of those ingredients we need." With that being said, Dirk walks out of the cottage and sits outside on a fallen log, humming tunelessly.
I'm still here, and ready to continue.
Dirk picks himself up off the dusty floor of the cottage, and brushes himself off. "By The Forge, will yer look at tha'!" Dirk points at the human sized bundle wrapped in funeral linens. "I wonder what got her, and I wonder if it be still here." Dirk looks around for anything dangerous in the cottage.
"Outta the way, I'll open her fer ya!" Dirktakes a few steps back toward a twisted tree and hunkers down into a sprint position. "There'd better be a good fight in there..." With that being said, Dirk charges at the door, slamming his shoulder into the door with all his might.
Dirk amazes himself at how much he is picking up on this adventure, all the amazing sights and things he is seeing and encountering. Travelling and sleeping in the wilds, Dirk only regrets, quite loudly, that he didn't bring any ale to drink, other than that, Drik is quite obviously having the time of his life.
"Now's a fine enough time ter set up camp, and ter heal up, methinks. I may have not been hurt, but other people have got some mighty nasty cuts and bruises."
"Now, that was a fight!" Dirk wipes the sweat from his brow. "A shame I dinnae get any scars, though, good fer nothin' lizard!" Dirk straps his axe to his back again and starts to open the enemy's mouth. A loud wet snap sound issues from whatever Dirk does with the now dead enemy. Dirk, a triumphant smile on his face, pulls a bloody hand from the creatures mouth, his hand holdign a grizzly trophy of a few teeth. "This will make a fine necklace fer me, proof of me fers' proper battle!" Dirk then looks around and sees the rest of his companions scouring the floorbed of the forest, as if lookign for worms for fishing. "Oh, that's right, we're s'posed teh look fer some kind of green stuff, right?" Dirk then looks with the rest of the party, looking for the moss.
Dirk, outwardly not caring for anything more than this creatures death, swings again, hoping to gut the creature, and use its scaly hide to make a new pair of boots. Dirk issues another gutteral scream from his lungs as he swings his axe faster than he has ever swung it before, as if the weight of the axe has somehow gotten lighter.
Dirk, angering by the second, grows a few inches, his body heating up, waves of heat rise from his body, making the air above him shimmer. Dirk screams a primal scream. His eys go blank, as if nothing in this world is more important than following his primal instincts, the istincts so many of us have forgotten.
I will not be posting on the 10th or 11th of December, family things coming up, which is in 24 hours for me.
Dirk looks at the large tree, and puzzles how something this big could exist without elves living in it. Suddenly, something green and scaly grabbed Torillan, Dirk struggles to pull his weapon out to ready himself.
"Hmm...looks like im stuck with last watch, better that then sittin here bored!"
Dirk eventually returns to the party, gruff and upset that he didn't even get to hit the hobgoblin once. "Hmm, I donnae like this, enemies gettin' away before we can kill 'em. Time to find some meat." Dirk then realises that he forgot to buy any ale before he left for adventure. "Dammit all ter hell! If it's not one thing, its another...we forgot the bloody ale!" Dirk, angry and upset, sets off to find something to eat other than leaves and twigs.
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