Gryahrmun Darkdust's page

Well, you at least have us two on board! And, I know someone who'd love to be a part of a restarted version of this campaign on account of having made a character for it originally.

If you're willing to take over, that's quite fine. I really liked being an aged dwarf in a world that's moved on without him.

That really is a shame if it's true...

Gryahrmun snorts in amusement at Nicholas's crude approach of simply spitting about the apple he ate earlier. "It's a dog, lad. Not a rabbit. Killer likely fed it poisoned meat of some sort, if that is indeed the cause." He shakes his head, and tries to think of some else he could do to prove useful. Searching for tracks would be swell, but the storm's heavy and he wouldn't even know where to start.

He shakes his head as he stands up. "Ain't any magic 'bout, but can't really say I expected as much for there be any. How about you lass?" He asks, looking at Kelly.

Seems that way...

The current unanswered questions are as follows (with the post of origin linked):

Thanks for that.

I'm mostly waiting around as well, Gryahrmun isn't that great of an investigator, but he'll lend what he can.

"Hurhm, may as well give that a try then, lad..." He mutters his spell in dwarvish, activating Detect Magic to see if anything arcane is happening here, either the water or otherwise.

Is anyone still about...?

The dwarf's nose scrunches up at the intense smell, but chooses to refrain comment. "How do ye even know the murder took place if there be no body ta speak of lad?"

Gryahrmun feels a little disheartened that the lass is taking his remarks the wrong way, but shakes his head. Kids these days could be oddly sensitive for some reason. He does watch her for a moment, curious.

Sense motive; trying to get a feel for why she seems upset.: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 1 = 14

Likely to fail there, he's just terrible at reading people.

The aged dwarf simply waves his gloved hand in dismissal. "Bah. Just tell me if it was bad lass, no need to go insulting people." He looks back at the others, "Ye lot coming along or just gonna be standin' there? We have a murder to solve it seems."

"If ye say, lass. Or I suppose, if the ticket says." A smile plays at his lips with his poor joke.

"A murder, here?" Blast... The poor lad." He shakes his head at the prospect.

He looks back at the others with a raised brow, before turning back to follow the man. "The lad over there, He gestures to Nicholas, "Did spot someone rushin out to the town jus 'fore we got stuff together ta' come on off 'n see what the fus was 'bout. Think it's the same fellerr yer men caught?"

The dwarven man pulls out the by now wrinkled and slightly stained letter he received some time prior, offering it out. "What's all this be about lads?"

Yep

Happy new years!

"Won't argue wit' some ol' fashioned brute force, but I had this here bow wit' me for the past oh... seventy or so years? A piece like this'll treat ye nice if ye treat 'er back. It'll be nice havin ye along though."

He tugs his pack to make sure it's secured, his arrows clinking together briefly.

He gives a nod to her, in stout approval.

Gryahrmun busies himself by gathering his things, checking his arrow stock, and making sure his bow's string is taut and ready. Satisfied, he waits near the door and looks to the two men. "We best have some good behavior lads, we have a couple of lovely lasses coming with us out there. Aye?"

He looks at Nicholas, "I know the good doctor over there be somethin of a science man, and one of the lasses upstairs declared she 'reads objects', but you look like a right tough lad ye'self. No weapons about, use yer fists then?"

He waves his hands at the girls, in an almost shooing motion. "Aye, aye. You lasses go upstairs and get properly dressed," He begins, bringing attention to the fact this was the cart he and them were using. "Wouldn't do ta' be caught off guard even if we not be expectin' such. Someone else just left, so we should be able to get into the cars ahead as well. Ask just what be going on. Can ask them about what ye saw as well, laddie." He ends that while giving Nicholas a glance.

"Think they caused the train ta' stop laddie?" He frowns, moving toward the window to gaze further out. He continues talking, even as his gazes pierces out into the darkness. "Why would one even do such a thing. Thief? Saboteur? We need more details here lads. Can't just be going n' running out there all blindlike. For all we know, could be someone runnin' off to get help."

The dwarf scrunches his nose and just shakes his head. "Bah, all that worry for nothing. Why don't we be going and try ta' enter the other cars...?" He notes Nicholas staring out into the darkness outside. "What, ye see somethin' out there laddie?"

"Simple enough solution." He crosses his arms, and looks about. "Might think we should go be finding us someone to talk ter, but I hear our carts were 'special cases'." His arms uncross in time to provide air quotes, before resuming their previous position.

"Hm?" He turns to Fodd, and focuses his ears as well.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Gryahrmun scowls at the sudden loss of momentum and power, his dwarven sight allowing him to still see despite the lack of light. "Bah, this is why I hate these blasted contraptions."

The dwarf shakes his head at the display. "Kids these days with yer 'big entrances'. Well, we're all here then, aye? Nobody hiding 'bout in the cabins that're want to barge in?" His gaze travels over the assembled humans while he speaks, taking minor note that the men are almost double his own height.

'They sure make 'em tall these days...'

Alright mate.

He shakes his head, "Can't say I'd ever payed too close attention to the land's lay as I shoulda, but I can't ever recall quakes like this back in me day."

He grumbles rather noticeably, looking out a nearby window. He sighs, turning back as his arms cross over his chest. "I'll get by, lad. Didn't have many options this time around anyhow. Oh, and me name's Gryahrmun. No master dwarfin' around here."

He frowns, a thought coming to his mind. "Say, where's that other boy? Still clinging to his bedsheets?"

He frowns at her choice of words. "May want ta think ye through on what ye say lass." But his serious expression lasts for only a moment, before a large grin bursts through under his beard. "Because if ye keep talking like that, we'll be great friends."

He chooses to keep standing, to remain somewhat eye-level with the others. "And can't say I know all that much, rumor or otherwise. Don' really travel this area as much as I used to."

He startles from the sudden noise, but rights himself quick enough. Being on this death machine was making him nervous, and people barging into his room wasn't making things any easier. Straightening his beard, he holds out a hand to the man.

He speaks jovially in common. "Dr. Fodd eh, heard about ye. It's a pleasure to meet a famous lad about. Can't say one get's ter do that every day, y'know?"

He seems more then a little dubious, but he just shakes his head as he puts his weapon back. "If ya say lass. I'm sure ya wouldn't find nuthin' of interest anyway, unless watching an old man shooting at boars all day."

His eyes light up, and he's all too happy to reach back and retrieve his bow so she can get a better angle on it. Though the way he holds it, it's clear he is in now way offering her to hold the weapon. His fingers trail across the carvings, as he reminisces.

"She be something of a gift, back when I was a wee lad meself. Really is an impressive little thing. Been wit' me for quite a while now ye see, she and I've been through plenty 'o scrapes."

He spies the girl approach, and takes the moment to have a calming breath. Wouldn't do to seem weak in front of a youngin' like herself. "Gryahrmun," He starts, before debating weather he should reveal his lineage just yet. Seeing as she spoke the language, she may be more keen on such matters then the common human. "Just Gryahrmun. Oh?"

He grins, seeing her gaze toward his beard, misinterpreting the intentions. "What's that lass, never seen one quite like meself's have ye?" His gloved hand strokes a bit of his self-proclaimed magnificent whiskers.

The century-old dwarf sat in a chair, staring at a painting while the wolf rushed by behind him. He was in no way clinging to it– a fact which he made true by un-clamping his hands from the arms– and was obviously a well rounded individual who loved trains.

"I hate trains," He corrected. He actually would've preferred to come here by horse, but his last steed passed away recently and he hadn't the heart to find another just yet. As well, coming by train was faster, as much as he hated to admit.

He slowly came to a standing position, trying not to wobble too much, as he looked for something else to distract him until the reached their destination.

Just about time then, isn't it? Hope everyone had a good holiday season!

Certainly reasonable on my end.

Anything we or our characters should know before things get started? As well, about when do you think gameplay shall begin?

We appear to have a fairly decent spread as far as skills go, and I appear to be our resident survivalist for whenever we might need to use such.

Alrighty, I'll keep the languages as they are then.

@SokkaNicholas Fancy magics and a fancy bow. Needn't forget that.

Aye, same here. I figured Fodd'd be one of the ones getting in, though it will be a shame to see the pseudo-werewolf not quite what he was, but I can't wait to see what he'll become next.

Boneshaker, what sort of languages would be common in the area? I have Gnome and Undercommon listed for my bonus, but I'm curious as to if others would be better suited.

Good luck to everyone here, hope I can get to know ya'll better ingame. It'll be a great campaign I'm sure, regardless of who all get's on in.