I’m GLOIN! He’s Udo! And yes, we can manage quite fine without your elf advice, thank you very much!
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GRRRR!! What did that pointy-eared leaf-licker say about dwarves!?
Gloin spins around and whacks the sneaky thrall upside the head with the side of his war hammer! OH NO, YE DON’T, YE LONGSHANKS! He lifts his hammer in salute to Udo...
The dwarves confer a moment with one another in Dwarven before Gloin shakes his head doubtfully, answering Wulfgar thusly: That might work in a pinch, Mister Wulfgar... But forging a silver weapon usually involves the craft of an alchemist in addition to that of the blacksmith... I would recommend a visit to the bazaar on the morrow to purchase properly forged silver weapons for this dangerous business!
Stand aside!! I'll show ye how it be done! The stocky dwarf charges the gate! *KABOOM!!* NEIN!! NEIN!! I HIT ZEE DOOR ALL VRONG!! LET ME TRY ZAT AGAIN!! *KERPLUNK!!* OOF!! MEIN SCHNITZELS!!
Ve can’t let zis elf outdo us, Udo! Come! Let us bring glory to zee dvarves of Zee Kingdom Unter zee Mountain, Ja!? Gloin grabs portly Udo by his beard and runs for the window, tipping out and falling in his eagerness for falling damage...
The dwarf Gloin gives each adventurer a cuff on the shoulder and a grin. Gloin Ironbender, best weaponsmith under the mountain, at your service, lads and lassies!
Another gladiator is a stocky dwarf smith from the Kingdom Under the Mountain (the Bavarian Alps mountain dwarf realm), clad in chain shirt and armed with warhammer and battleaxe at his hips...
In the spacious yard behind his forge in Tours, Master Ironbender stands at a great adamantite anvil, clad in a magical leather and brass apron that renders its wearer impervious to heat or flames, a massive adamantite hammer gripped in gauntleted hands.... The Lady Aurelianthalantas loomed over the dwarven master, her golden head resplendent in the morning sunlight, towering several stories over the yard, a steady jet of dragonfire streaming from her open mouth to bathe the crescent of white-hot adamantite lying on the anvil.... The hammer shapes the crescent, making the inner curve flatter....sharper.... RIIIIINNNNNGGG!!! RIIIIIIINNNNNGGG!!! RIIIIIIINNNNNGGG!!!
Well then, this leaves only the matter of payment for my services..... Shall we say..... A herd of half-gold dragon sheep with Golden Fleece?
To disguised Archangel Michael: Thou hast glamorous friends, indeed, Mister Farmer, Sir! It will be my greatest honor to work with that legendary Lady-Dragon of the Sun.... But can she leave her molten lair to grace my humble forge here in Tours? For I fear I'd be incinerated by the fires of her blazing realm were I to travel thence, and besides, I have no means of travail beyond mule and cart, which art insufficient to traverse the starry void....
To disguised Saint Michael: Hrrrmmm.... Star-metal, ye say? True adamantite? Well, good sir. It would be my great pleasure to forge such a blade of such a metal, but where would I find the fire hot enough to smelt this starflung metal of your'n? |