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looks good to me...thanks for running this boss! gg guys...i'll hold Dorgan open for the next game...
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it's the 11th actually...
I've broke a lot of things in my time...this would be the first computer system....
ill try it again...just got on computer *edit* looks like it's there...
huh...info looks there...ill check when at computer
I'm just glad everyone came back whole.... Dorgan says as he chats with the bosses.
Yeah..what he said... Dorgan says as he nods to Gaius. He heads over to the bushes and gets more firewood. He sits down after bringing over a couple armfuls. Gotta tell you though..we were thinking about helping you with that thing. what a decision...obey an order on our first "official" mission, and you get killed...or go help you and look like insubordinates. Halle here was about to go nuts...
Well, glad I could help out...stupid stubby legs.... Dorgan says, clearly upset he didn't get involved with the beast. Wow...she's as loud as my cousin Berdan...he's worse when he's drunk...which is a lot... he says as he examines the fallen beast. He carefully removes the horns. I know it's a bit gross...but a trophy would be appropriate for the occasion. Might make a fine drinking horn..if a bit small by dwarven standards... he says with a chuckle. We gonna let her sleep? I can carry her back...
Well, she needs help...and I aim to go help her... Dorgan says as he tears off at a run.
I wonder if he preyed on the gillmen because they are easier than others? Or he wanted to experiment and refine his craft before going on to others...either way, the sicko got his just end...
Ugh...that thing got in a lucky shot or two... Dorgan says as he wakes up from his brief nap. Nope...not rich enough to afford one yet...soon, hopefully... he says as he checks his axe. Anybody got a stone to use?
Dorgan spits at the zombie before falling. We'll finish this...when I see you next...
Dorgan swings his axe at the zombie again.
Huh..gotta redo the edge on this thing...duller than a river stone...
Well, a feisty one! I'm gonna start with you then! Dorgan says as he spits out some blood at the zombie. He brings his axe down with a grunt of effort.
Dorgan moves up and sets his feet in the ground. C'mere you rotting worms...I'll send ya to an eternal rest in the depths of Hell!
Dorgan makes a scary face. Boo! No...nothing? Gotta work on it... he says with a wink and a chuckle as he heads down the tunnel. his eyes adjusting to the darkness.
Well, it saved him from me axe... he says as he follows Gemtoran across the water.
Well...that was odd... the dwarf says as he moves to see what the mite died from
Not fond of dwarves, eh? Even more reason to split them in twain with my axe...come on then. maggots! I'm right here! Dorgan calls out and stands firm to repel any attack.
Dorgan bows his head to Uori. Thank you. Safe travels... he says as he heads for the passage, axe ready.
Dorgan used the end of his dagger to "dig" the furrows in the ground. Left my plough back home... he says with a grin.
Dorgan ponders for a moment and performs the farming ritual, seeing as there isn't a stone mason ritual...
Dorgan... the stout axeman says as he holds his hand to his chest, That is a heavy price to pay for earning a living. I suppose it's not that much different from dwarves getting hurt during mining...which is often if they are brash and use untested gnome explosives... Dorgan says as he sits for a brief moment. Gotta rest when you can get it... And apologies for our intrusion in to your shrine...we had no idea. We will respect it and not touch anything.
Well that makes sense...hmm..think he can read the common tongue? we can jot down what we're saying...even if he can read, but not write...
Dorgan hangs his axe over his shoulder, knowing this isn't a time to fight.
Dorgan walks up and closely examines the carvings. Hmmm...interesting... as he ponders the meaning. Well, it's certain then....it's rock! he says deadpan. He lets out a roar of laughter after his pronouncement. Let's go...
It's easy to miss things once in a while...just gotta stay sharp...like my great uncle Grondur says..."An axe must always have an edge...for it never knows when it will be needed..." Dorgan says as he sees where the tracks lead. You reckon this is one of those things Janira wanted us to write about? Pretty peculiar, don't ya think? He checks the carvings, having no idea what they might mean.
Dorgan tries to find out if there was any recent foot traffic through here.
He grabs his axe and carries on.
I've been called both..and other much worse things, my friend... Dorgan says wish a big grin as he takes off the cloak.
Dorgan moves over and grabs the cloak, He puts it on with a flourish. Yep...it's a cloak... he says as he takes it off with a chuckle.
That works...I can anchor the rope for you...make it a bit easier... Dorgan says as he grabs one end of the rope and ties it off around his gut.
I get it, Halle..really I do...but she ordered us to go... Dorgan says to the fey, knowing she wanted to help.
I'm gonna snag a flask of acid...and this one potion...[ooc]i'll nab the feather step pot...i have a CLW pot...if no one else wants the alchemist fire, i'll snag them too...
Dorgan bristles at the thought of letting Janira face the minotaur on her own. As much as I hate it, she gave us an order...by the gods, I want to cleave that overgrown cow's head off... he says as he wrestles with the decision. Let's go... he says as he heads for the caves. He cats one more glance over his shoulder at Janira. Watch yerself!
Well, as long as it's just the jeebers that were scared out of ya... the dwarf says with a chuckle and a puff of cigar smoke. daylight's burning...not that it matters to me...but...others maybe..
This way...I see a path...sometimes it helps being built so low to the ground...
Haste and dwarves aren't known to go together...but I'll get stepping as quick as my legs can go... Dorgan says as he hefts his axe over his shoulder and heads off with the others.
Well, it's been nice knowing ya... Dorgan says with a chuckle. Kidding! Sheesh...noi sense of ha ha... he says as he gets out a couple pieces of cloth to cover the bites. Here...shake some of this on it...might help.. he holds up a flask of alcohol of some sort. Might just get a fever...or itching...
Dorgan takes his flask and tosses it at the swarm.
got it...
Unpleasant is putting it mildly.... Dorgan says as he grimaces at the reminder. Luckily their stench didn't affect me as much as the others...might be the dwarven iron stomach we're known for... Dorgan offers to take a watch where his darkvision is best put to use.
Just use "trigs"...and they stink to the heavens. Took me three days to wash the smell off my armour after we cleared it. And my nose still burns a bit...
I've got the basics...no curing stuff...but I did just come into a bit of coin...so a fix-me-up draught wouldn't be a burden...
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