I humbly submit Merlovaur Fellnight, a Tanglebriar Demonslayer, for your consideration.
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Merlovaur turns and nods at Bergrom. "Sir, I appreciate the intent of your comments, but I am afraid that you have insulted the drow race. Even my misguided kin from the Dark Lands would not act with such wanton, boorishness." He then turns back to Balabar and bars his teeth. "I do solemnly apologize to you and Kurlag ... for the beating he is about to receive!" Merlovaur then points to Kurlag and motions the half ogre forward. Turning back to Balabar, Merlovaur smiles as he unbuckles his curved sword and war blade and places them on a nearby table. "But perhaps we can make this a bit more interesting? Why waste a good brawl without some sort of wager? I believe the mage is correct, Lord Smenk, that you are a business man whom understands profit, if nothing else. So perhaps you may benefit further this fateful evening if your peerless minion serves you as expected. I propose that in the unlikely event that I am able to beat the mountain Kurlag into submission, then you and your men will leave this establishment and you will allow my friends and the dear ladies of this exquisite emporium to celebrate the birthday of sir Shag in peace and without further intimidation. But on the other hand, if the beast Kurlag carries the day, then I will duly offer my services in the depths of your mine for one month, without cost and without complaint. What say you, Lord Smenk?"
Merlovaur stands up when he hears Balabar's insults. "Nay sir, you will not be allowed to address my elven kin with that tone! We have done nothing to deserve such treatment from you. I demand respect!" He rolls up his sleeves and stomps over to Balabar and points a finger in his face, "I don't care who you are or what you own. You do not have license to disrespect elven kind. You will treat us with civility and deference. We will not be intimidated by you and your goons!" Merlovaur then lowers his voice and growls. "Now, why don't you apologize?"
Ah, good point. Yes, the god Vecna.
Merlovaur enters the room and frowns at the large gathering of people. Looking around, he takes an empty seat at a table with a view of Shag and his entourage. Ah, that fool Solomon. How is it possible that he has survived this long? Sighing, he looks idly across the room at the blue, bulbous-headed contortionist. A boggle! That's unusual. Merlovaur shrugs and motions to a bar maid as he lays his silver on the table. "Strong ale please!"
I'm submitting Merlovaur Fellknight for your consideration.
I submit Marlovaur Fellnight for your consideration. His full stats, background, etc. are in his profile. Concept: Marlovaur Fellnight is a proud scion of a once great elven house. Marlovaur utterly believes in the superiority of his ancestral elven culture. Marlovaur is from the northern Vesve forest near the border with Iuz. Marlovaur's defining life event is the enslavement of his people by dark elves in the service of Iuz the Old. Marlovaur now is driven to save his people - he walks the land seeking information on the fate of his kin. Marlvaur is a consummate soldier whom specializes in the use of reach weapons for battlefield control. Marlovaur's most notable quirk is that he absolutely refuses to fight with anything other than traditional elven weapons - the elven branched spear, the elven curve sword, the elven war blade and the elven crafted long bow (he believes the long bow was invented by elves and was stolen by the inferior human civilizations).
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Marlovaur hastily moves to retrieve his long sword.
Marlovaur studies the herald without emotion. He carefully notes the nuanced meaning within the proclamation. The King is correct to be leery of foreign interference. He would also be wise to beware internal treachery. Can these people all be trusted? He warily sweeps his eyes over the gathered mass and looks for any sign of danger. He then sighs and joins Dargaryen in prayer. "Praise be to Erastil! The Steel Fists are ready and eagerly await the expedition. I will finalize our preparations. The men will be ready to depart at first light." dice:
I submit Marlovaur Fellnight, follower of Dargaryen Blanc. |