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Despite his best efforts, Dorik is again ensnared. "Za ka mutu!" he roars at the goblin. Struggling forward, he swings at the cat again.
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With an angry snarl, Dorik stands and swings his earth breaker at the cat.
Dorik moves as quietly as he can, which is to say not very, eyes scanning from side to side, never resting in one place for too long.
"Let's do it."
Dorik joins Thorfinn in looking at the nest.
Dorik looks over at Thorfinn. "Left or right?"
"Twelve stakes. Could be more gob dogs somewhere ahead." Dorik says, as he conducts a quick search of the room.
"Sounds good." Hefting his earth breaker, Dorik falls in alongside Thorfinn.
"Nicely done. Let's go have a look."
Dorik braces himself, and swings his earth breaker at one of the goblin dogs as it charges in.
Dorik follows suit, positioning himself so that the dogs will have to get past him to attack the others. "Incoming! Gobbo dogs!"
"I think we're good. Let's do it." With a grin, Dorik adjusts his grip on his earth breaker.
"Ready when you are."
"I think we can do it, and I'm good to go. But, in case you hadn't already noticed, Thorfinn, I'm not as quiet as you are, and they're likely to hear me coming. That said, let's go look for a ruckus." Dorik grins as he says this last bit.
Dorik shoulders his earth breaker and falls into line. I'm glad to be here. There's really not much better than a good fight with companions who know the work, as these folks do...
"Good idea. Never know what you might find." Dorik pokes around at the corpses.
"There'll be more of them. They said they were going to kill us and rejoin the rest of the tribe." Dorik says, shaking the blood and bits of bone from his earth breaker.
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With a feral grin, Dorik heaves his earth breaker at the goblin in front of him, laughing as it falls.
"Za ka koma ka kabila a cikin guda!" Dorik roars, as he closes with the archers.
With a roar, Dorik puts everything he has into following through his missed swing, the earth breaker practically humming as it connects with the goblin's skull.
"Ku mutu, ka kore bastards!" and with that shout, Dorik steps into a flanking spot with Thorfinn, and swings his earth breaker at the goblin between them.
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"I don't think I need to translate that one." Dorik says with a feral grin, slapping the haft of his earth breaker in one palm.
Dorik chuckles softly at Dan's suggestion. "This isn't so bad. You should see some of the rat-warrens my old squad used to have chase greenies through. Then again, we didn't have any of you taller folk with us." he says softly, grinning.
Dorik takes his place as second-to-last in the file. He sets off, eyes never resting in one place for long, blood humming in his veins at the thought of combat.
"I don't mind taking rear guard. Unless you'd prefer it, Dan?"
Dorik readies his earth breaker. He smiles at Ioxeia. "Nice work."
Dorik ponders the situation for a moment. "Hm. Well, we could try to cut our way through. Could this be magical? I wouldn't know."
"I'm ready." Dorik looks, if not excited, at least comfortable with the idea of heading into a fight.
Dorik shakes his head at Ioxeia. "I don't, no."
"Good morning to you all." says Dorik, as he finishes eating. "I am ready to march at any time, but if there's anything I can assist with before we leave, let me know." Dorik looks rested and alert.
Dorik stops eating for a moment. "Huh. I'll be damned. Learn something new every day. I didn't know something like that was possible. As a soldier, I've been around plenty of folks who ate like orcs, but not because they had to. One in particular... oh, what was his name? Gorth? Groth? Something like that. Anyway, guy smelled like the inside of a beggar's pocket. I mean, this was a truly prodigious stench. That's not relevant, though. He also ate so that you'd figure he was pregnant with a litter of gnolls. Didn't care what it was, he'd go at it until there was nothing left. Heh. Anyway... that's interesting." he says, with a grin.
Dorik nods a greeting to Chimaeryus as he sits. "Good morning. I haven't seen the others yet. So, raw pork, eh? What's that about?" he asks, his tone and expression conveying genuine curiosity.
Rising early, Dorik heads outside to look for a quiet spot where he can make his way through his exercise routine. Letting go of his conscious mind, he loses himself in the simple pleasures of a good sweat and burning muscles. Once finished, he heads back to the Rusty Dragon to wash up. I'm looking forward to this. A chance to fight, a share of loot, and doing so in a way that helps people. Not often I get all three. And the others seem like capable sorts. If any of what I've heard is true, it'll be great to fight alongside them. Even the creepy-looking one... he thinks to himself as he attends to his cleaning and grooming. He makes his way back to the common area, looking for his new companions, and some food.
Dorik pays for two berths in the common room, and upon seeing that his new comrades have left, says, "Er... or maybe we'll skip that next round of ale. Thank you anyway, though." He then makes his way to the common room, and upon finding a space, removes his armor and settles down to sleep.
Yeah. on the storytelling/RP front, even just from the bit I've seen so far, I have to offer a tip of my virtual sombrero, because it's been solidly impressive.
Dorik walks over to the bar, and waits until he can catch Bethana's attention. "My tall friend," he says, gesturing over his shoulder at Dan,"and I need rooms, please. Oh, and I'll need a round of ales, and something to eat, if it's not too much trouble." He produces a few gold pieces and waits to hear the total.
"Sounds good. I'll be right back, then." He pauses to look over at Dan. "You have a room yet? If not, I can ask while I'm over there."
Dorik takes a step back, snaps to attention, and bows to the table. "Glad to serve with you." he says, then relaxes and smiles. "Now, to see about securing a room. Are you staying here, or do you have suggestions about where to sleep?"
Dorik looks thoughtful for a moment, then says,"That's fair, and it's all I ask. When I mentioned being a mercenary, it wasn't because I expected someone to sign a contract, it was just because I wanted it understood that I have no delusions of being a paladin. I'm good at what I do, but at the end of the day it's a job. Dwarf's gotta eat, and all that. So, I'm happy to join, if you'll still have me. If you accept, I will work with you until the job ends, or the situation changes to where it no longer agrees with me, but if that happens, you'll have warning." At that, Dorik takes a long sip of his ale, and gives the human newcomer another nod of thanks.
Dorik gives Thorfinn a feral grin. "I forged these weapons, and my armor. They've seen me through a few scrapes, cousin." He then switches to Goblin. "And if you run afoul of any more of the little green bastards, I can tell you what they're saying before they die." He looks up at the other new arrival, and gives him a polite nod as he accepts one of the mugs. "Thank you. The next round is on me."
After watching the odd-looking hooded one leave, Dorik turns his attention back to Ioxeia. "They are. And from what I've heard, even accounting for the inflation that goes hand-in-hand with retold war stories, you earned it. As to what you can do for me... well, it's more what I was hoping to do for you. I am a soldier. A mercenary, when we break it down to ore. I'm looking for work, and I heard about what was happening here. So I came to see if you had any use for me."
As Thorfinn walks off to buy the ale, Dorik says to him, "My thanks, cousin. The next round is mine." He nods in greeting at each person around the table. "Do you mind if I join you? I've been looking for some people. They're being referred to the 'Heroes of Sandpoint'. If you could tell me where I might find them, I'd be in your debt. If not, well, I've been traveling a while, and it'll be nice to share a few rounds with people who understand the life." he says, smiling.
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