Rindovaan 'Curly Stubs' Avarack's page

Aww, I guess Rin just wasn't good enough. :-(

Have fun guys. This campaign looks like a good one!

Ah, as in just stumbled into Rin or visited his shop to purchase something? He'd probably be familiar with your face then, but might not be able to place his finger on who you are.

Sounds like we'll all have a lot to talk about though!

@Rob - I've completed Rin's back story now. :)

@Everyone else - Feel free to have a read. I don't know who's going to make it to the final party, so I don't mind sharing my backstory as I trust nobody will meta-game.

Haha, then I guess Rin must be from Varrok's Deep too then. Makes sense if that's the place that got hit first, being closest to the underground labyrinth's of the Drow and all. Still, Dwarven Kingdoms are huge, so you may not have even heard of Rin, or come across his wares/shop.

He left pretty soon after the attack though, and is somewhere up on the surface right now (present time) with his trusty large bastard sword (his one, not the gift to Hraggir), along with his few remaining belongings.

I've been counting the funeral as happening before the earthquake's and Drow invasion, so his back story actually takes place in the future from where we are now. ;)

Well, if we both make it to the full game and you put a rank in linguistics to understand him, I'll translate everything for you. :)

@Angrin - Are you from below the surface then? I haven't read your profile in case of spoilers etc. The same goes for everyone else, but Rin is from very far down in the Five Kings Mountains. When the Drow broke up, he was where the first attack hit after the earthquake. Got out though!

Haha! I pulled in a few of the ways I worded things when I was still trying to work out how he'd speak. :p

Need to take the cost out of my starting funds for the sword I offered to Hraggir though! It's not masterwork like my own....just very nicely crafted haha.

Ah' woz n'wheh ni'ye, nor eniwun f'tha mah't. Jus' pei'n mah r'spcs woh'zahl. laughs Rin, as he grabs his drink and heads over to Talon.

't ahpeers wi'ff naow. Wuh'lafta plai uhnuva tym 'm 'frayed.

Rin nods to the dice holding man courteously as he steps away to say his goodbyes to Magnus.

Mahgns, 't sims ehv'rah'wun z'ohff naow. T'was er plehsur t'miit yuh. 've pade mah r'spcs uh'noffehd mah blaide t'tha mahn's sheryne. Fehrwehl m'frnd. 'f ya ev wahn' faind meh, jus loohk f'meh aht Rihn's. 's mi hoem 'n shohp.

Eyeing up his finest weapon ever made, the man smiles subtly before patting Magnus on the shoulder and nodding respectfully, as he turns away and starts walking out of the hall.

Haha, well Rob said he might be done later on Sunday even. We may be waiting a while but Rin also stares at the GM in a fourth wall breaking game. :-P

Turning to Dunderbran for a moment, Rin glances at his blade and shrugs.

This blade? A hindrance? By Trudd's beard, it's a work of art! The finest craftmanship around I'd bet. Sure some can craft their own armour, but most work better with stone. Metal's my thing and has been for years!

As Issolda vents her frustrations, the blonde haired Dwarf turns towards her also, raising an eyebrow momentarily before shaking his head.

It wouldn't be appropriate but if I whipped it out right now, they'd certainly have a shock! I reserve that for lovers anyhow, and my sword is just a better representation of what I have below. It's effective in combat. My swinging serpent is not....or at least I don't think it is....

Rin laughs loudly, questioning the thoughts of the woman.

Ha! Hahaha! HAHAHA!!!! 'At b'wair yr'ong laahs. 's ah fyn re'pr'zent'asian 'f mi'tahl. Wai tha'trayn 'f fawt? Ya int'rsted ah sum'ng? he says, before placing his sword on the ground, horizontally in front of Hraggir's tomb.

As he climbs to his feet, he heads over to the table of Harrowers, bowing at Angrin's statement, before leaning over the card table to pour himself another drink, joining in with the toast and shouting AYE!, as he raises a full tankard high into the air.

Kal'Tos wrote:

Why no future Section? The cards so far have been strangely accurate to people/ setting background.

Blame Rin.

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Unless you think to cover the still face-down cards and hold them in place. Rogath will thank you very profusely, if you do, and we can do the future.

Haha, well he got most of your attention didn't he? :p

With his respects paid and with little more for Rin to do, the young Dwarven man finishes up his performance to the late Hraggir Skuldafn the only way he can....by lowering his large sword into a stylish finisher.

As Rin's weight shifts backward, the sword above his head begins to plummet forwards, when suddenly the blonde Dwarf begins to turn, spinning faster and faster with every rotation, using the weight of his momentum to carry him around before his blade has a chance to hit the ground.

With a 7ft sword and a huge gust of wind thanks to his whirlwind manoeuvre, the Harrow cards and other loose bits of paper around the room begin to fly everywhere, before Rin slows himself down, bringing his blade softly to the ground.

'at'll eh'bowt d'wit!

Well...Rin has no issue with anyone other than a slight dislike for the Empress due to stealing the show from the dead and expecting people to approach her, when the only respects being paid should be those to Hraggir in his mind. :)

Also, heads up.

Just about to go to bed but a post will no doubt cause a stir for every Dwarf in the room with what Rin's about to do.

Yea, I think with so much going on, the only option is to do things that might create curiosity or interest with the other players, so that's how I've been doing it, as well as posting in here that there's something else to react too. :p

@Daelric - Well. Bonds have been formed. Not sure about friendship just yet. That'll take a while, but still, we've all had I think at least one interaction. :)

Anybody gonna react to Rin or not really? He's in plain sight and as convo has only been between he and Magnus, I typed that to get some more character interaction going.

I think it's about time I paid my respects. Sure beats sitting around watching others talk, that's for sure.

Giving Magnus a glance, Rin stands up swiftly, tall and proud as he takes a deep breath and watches all those around him converse.

Lifting his oversized sword with both hands, he drags it around the table, making the deafeningly loud and gut wrenching high pitched tone once more.

Ignoring the reactions of those around him, he stands as close to Hraggir's stone coffin as possible, and mutters a few words, kneeling down for a few moments before flicking his wrists and swinging his 7ft Bastard Sword high into the air....positioning himself under it, keeping the weapon balanced directly above his head.

As he holds position, he stands then looks up, following the bladed edge of his weapon to its very tip, at which point he smiles, staring upward towards the ceiling.

The sky I'm imagining is much greater than that of this finely crafted ceiling. I bet you're in a finer place lad, and I wish you all the best.

Mah r'spcs t'y br'va.
F'y'see, wi'mush laike wuhn'uvah.

Wi dr'nk 'n smoak 'n y'naimm
seh'l'brayt'ng y'lyf n faym.

Y'mei slip nowh br'va.
Jus'res 'n lei,
f'yer luhvd ba'menny
frm nw'n fuh'eh'vr mohr.

As his swords teeter's above him, Rin just stands there, holding his posture.

You know just looking at who is currently posting ie has posted in the last 48 there are only 12 of us maybe rob could take us all lol.

Wishful thinking I reckon! :p

I've created all I can this week and am just hoping now.

Created a rough copy of my back story, and when the weekend hits (no doubt after the selection process), it'll all make sense and probably consist of three Microsoft Word pages.

I'll post something tomorrow to cause a scene once more, hopefully sparking more convo.

Gotta head to bed now as I have work in 8 hours, but before I go, as an example of how Rin speaks, maybe this'll help you:

Aye, 'lse shid'av a'narmy 'f Dw'ves aft'r'er, prohb ber'ing'er 'n tha'wlls 's wi'speek.

Translates into:

Yea, else she'd have an army of Dwarves after her, probably burying her in the walls as we speak.

Lol, I find that much harder to read tbh Darius. It feels like a different language to Stubs'. :p

I always try to make it so you can understand what parts of the word are missing, usually using apostrophe's to mark that, so once you crack it, I'm sure you'll read it just fine. I'm actually somewhat used to writing it now.

@Magnus - How do you read it? Following the guidelines I posted before? Or do you just simply get it? :)

@PH.Dwarf - Aww. The image was still a good one!

Rocking back in his chair ever so slightly, Rin chuckles.

Aye, 'lse shid'av a'narmy 'f Dw'ves aft'r'er, prohb ber'ing'er 'n tha'wlls 's wi'speek.

Off the floor? :p

I just have an image of a Dwarven Professor trying to race Daelric and his broom to the messy food covered floor for a bite to eat. :p

Or nauseated? :p

And yea, that's the way he talks unfortunately. I can sympathise. I have to re-read it multiple times to make sure it's at least readable by Magnus. He seems to get it well though!

Gotta be original, and Rin lives where everyone is now. Just gotta get a story up tomorrow explaining how he came to a pub that allowed an Ogre to enter. Pretty easy really, as is linking it in with Rob's info on the Five Kings Mountains. :D

I actually like this Dwarf when I turned my nose up at playing Dwarves previously. He's a bit mental, but hey ho. :p

Indeed. Way too much to work with currently, so I've just had Rin interact with one person.

He tried with Daelric and Angrin but failed, got a little interaction with Maven, but seems to just get on fine with Magnus, so I'm roleplaying where I can.

Alright, so I just need to find time to create a backstory now. Posting regularly isn't the problem. It's finding time to create a decent back story that is!

Hopefully tomorrow after work will be the time I get it done.

Anyway, Rin's profile is complete. If I'm not fortunate enough to be selected, it'll probably be because so far Magnus is the only character to engage with him properly, but I've updated his equipment list fully now, even giving him smoked goggles to not blind himself when crafting, and just so you all know....his Anvil is not kept on him. It's stationed at his Mighty Weapons Smithery in the Five Kings Mountains (his home). :p

Suhm 'lve's ahr uh'buv's, bt whe'the 'ahv braynes caypabal 'f ah hyerr int'uhlect, wi'ave tha broarn 'n no'ow wiv metahl 'n stohn! Theh'dun bohva mi, bu'wen ah'ten'dn ah bruhvaas fewn'rahl, shi sh'nt 'n't'rupt wiv'er owhn prez'nce...

The blonde haired Dwarven man remains seated with his tankard out, watching all that goes on around him.

Tiss dihs'r'pecfuhl.

How detailed would you prefer a backstory to be btw Rob? :)

Aye, wil'ah'kin goh'nto moor deetayal, bt 's naht r'ly n'suhserry.

Taking his third gulp from his third cup of ale, Rin speaks quieter to the only other Dwarf seemingly paying him any attention.

Wos tha'deeal wiv'this wuhman? Ah waykup 'n all'f suhddern, thes a' bihg fuhss ohva tha'forern wuhman 'ver thehr! Ah tel'ya wah, ah won' b'speek'n tuh'r t'dei. 'm ere fuh H'raggear Skuhldafern, 'n e's tha 'nly wun wi'shld pei'tenshun tuh.....'n mah mined a'leesed.

Ah'kin r'peet wot ah jus'sed 'f ya'laike, buh thes nah't'mutch 'lse t'tel ya. Cept f'meibe wh'ah louk 's ah'doo, fr'nd.

Rin takes another slow sip from his tankard.

Thanks Rob! :)

I still have a bit to do as I've just recently secured myself a job and have had a busy weekend as such, but I can post about 5 times a day so I'm still very much hoping to get lucky in the selection here! :)

@Celeador - And Rin slept through the lot of it!

He nods thankfully at Daelric and looks over to Kal'Tos.

Just because he does not speak well does not give you the right to insult him like that. We are all Dwarves here sons of stone. We are carved from the one earth as one family and should act like it. I can understand his speaking just fine. And if you have a problem with it then help him work on his speech so he speak clearer. How do you know he wasn't hurt some how to cause that in honorable defense of our people. Perhaps you would make fun of someone who lost an arm to an ork. Or perhaps Torag craved him that way who are you to insult the Fathers work.

Having dozed off for a while, Rin awakes, replying to what he last overheard as if still in conversation, unaware of the topic change.

Aye, 'f peepuhl wan' t' thro snaiyd r'marks mah'wei, dat'b up't' thehm, bu'we cahnt ahl speek prym'n'prohpuh kin'we? 'sides, aye speek jus'fyn!

Rin pours himself a third cup of Ale and drinks it a little slower this time, but watches as Magnus plays with his stone under the table.

Tha' sa'naice trinkih ye'ave theh. Ah din' cash ye'naimm lahddy. Mainn's Rihn 'f ye din l'rehdy hier. Ah tuh ave'a stoh' 'f mi'yoan. Fer'tho'sa'yah hoo wan'lis'n, 'n wun drunk'n n'ght, 'n Oguh smash'diz wei 'nto ah puhb ah'woz'n, n' frew mi fru a'wahl, claym' tha' mah'Arntees, Uhnkoll’s, Nehfew’s, Suhn’s bes'frend woz kault sneekeh'tuh'iz 'ouseold, plehsin tihn “pock'prods”...(kaltrohps) 'n 'very chehr 'n's 'ouseold. Als' claym' ah hayt'll Ohgers n'gayn plehsuhr frarm thar m's'frchoon.

's fuhni, ah din'ven meiit n'Ohger tyl'thi'spoynt, buh'naow tha'fahmerly r'len'lessly huhnt'smi daown, spor'nyng 'ndead 'n umbershing mi whernev' ah leht'mi gaard daown.

Tehllin' ye woht, 'f ah geht mi'ands on'em, ah'll tai ahll tre'o'vem t'geh'ver wi'mah lohng'n'strohng Dredds, n'levem anging ohva ah clihf 'til thay lern thir'lassuhn.

Rin grins widely, but his eyes suggest truth behind his threat.

If anyone wants me to translate it, just roll a linguistics check and I'll translate it all. When read aloud it's fairly easy to understand, but written it's very difficult to understand. :)

I think he's just really hard to understand even for a Dwarf. He just as q very thick Dwarven accent and yea I kinda figured you were all speaking in common to make things easier as then everyone understands each other. :-P

Typical of my luck haha! Creating an accent that isn't needed.

@Magnus - I swear I posted to you. Must have been eaten, but regardless, I now have something to reply to. Will try to get a response up asap but away all day. Only got a few things to finish up. :-)

That's alright! It's damn hard to keep track of. I looked this morning and had around 28 to read!

Well, I'd be up for that Faelar, but I would really like to join in with this one in particular.

I see things as going two ways with Rin:

1. He won't get accepted because nobody understands him, regardless of the fact he actually sounds Dwarven and every other Dwarf sounds human now. :p

2. He'll be forutnate enough to be chosen on roleplaying grounds and we'll all become accustomed to one anothers characters.

We shall see!

He's not an argumentative guy, and using Lord of the Rings as reference, he recited his family heritage, because well....most Dwarves seemingly do at the drop of a hat! ;)

I've still got my back story to do, but that is pretty much everything. All that's left of my build is to present my carrying capacity and sort out how much money I have after my gear. I'm in London all weekend so can't do too much between now and Monday, but I hope that won't go against me as I like this the funeral at the minute, even though I'm pretty certain most people are ignoring him as they can't properly understand him....which is why he'll be so happy to talk to Magnus.

@Magnus - If you go up a bit, I think I spoke to you in a paragraph or so. :)

Rins face twists with incredulity.

Speek f'y'self lahddy!

The blonde Dwarf pours himself a drink and downs it yet again with one long, uninterrupted gulp.

Ah tayke proide fro'mah her'tidge. Glayne woz'mi fa'ver, suhn of Vangarohff and Pondo, whyall Espari woz'mi mo'ver, dall'ta ov Khyrer 'n Rodahd! Bohf fam'lees proide thm'selves ohn loiltee 'n strenff. Ah'kin naimm e'vry rahlaysion bach'fyve gn'rasions 'f'ye'lyk.

26! Jees, that's a lot of applicants.

Ah, der's n'thin rongh wi'how'ah speek, an'ah'kin hol mi'licker.

Looking over to Angrin, Rin opens the thick stubble on his face to reveal what is commonly known as a mouth.

Ah didnae katch'ye naimm. Aye'tho, tho's bluddee Drough! 'lways callzing 'sruption rownd'ere!

Dr'nk? Hahaha! Ah'hav'n hahd muchta dr'nk. Ye'jus'noh lis'ning!

All this talk on Kols and Torag. What about Trudd? ALL HEIL TRUDD!

Rin grasps his tankard firmly, raising it into the air, almost as if he's silently saluting something.

Rin nods.

Aye, tha b' aboot r'ght!

This lad just needs to listen harder I'd say. The other guy can understand me, so it can't be that hard to hear! In time, in time.

Yea, because to him, he thinks he speaks as he thinks. His accent isn't present within his mind, or...he's not aware of it being any different to the well spoken voice he has in his head.

"I have built up my strength and constitution over the years as a miner, you need to be able to work long and hard to make sure you get the quota done. I am sure Shimon is just as strong too." Daelric's eyes subtly glance over to Dolgrin, Maven and Magnus, as if looking for help in this situation.

Aye, ah'kin rays'a'glas t'tha lahdy. Ih'tuhk'mi'ah looooooohng tym't'crahft thi'sere blaide. Ah'du luv'mah metahl!

I wonder who else crafts here. It would be interesting to know how many times others have folded the steel within their weapons. I wouldn't mind getting my hands on some rare materials, that's for sure. The dreams of having my own Adamantine Fortress! Ah, that would be grand!

Gotta say, Rin's accent is mega hard even for me to understand, but as I know what he's saying, I think the misinterpretations that can come about are going to be pretty amusing over the course of this campaign if picked, and who knows, maybe with enough time spent in the company of normal non-accentee's, his accent might clear up a little and become a little more understandable.

Re-reading what I type just seems to get worse and worse as things go on, but he speaks how things sound mostly, just with some beginning and ends of words cut out, almost as if he strings them together with no breaks between.

Needless to say, I haven't ever once played a character like this. The same as I've never played a Dwarf before, and as for his accent? I think it's a mixture of Irish, Scottish and Welsh. Hmm. He'll be fun to play/fight with though, and his Story Feat is about as ridiculous as his looks and speech.

He doesn't tend to waffle on too much though, so his conversations have been short and to the point, but I think he's finding it hard to get a word in as so many conversations are going on at once. So, I'm roleplaying exactly as him and that's why my posts are shorter than a lot of the others, but then again with the length of time it takes to translate his speech, I think it more than makes up for it! :p

Rin smiles with a huge grin at Magnus' offer to himself, grabbing the largest Tankard he can find and downing the Mead in one single and overly long gulp.

T'is ah'fin dr'nk ye av'ere. Wear'd'ya geh'dis frarm?

At the mention of Giants, Curly looks to Daelric, slightly puzzled, but replies none the less.

Lahdy, ah didnae mehnshern aneh Gi'nts, bt ah'kin asuuure ye da'this b'moor ten ah'daggargh t'wun'o thos mn'strosties. 'F'ye wahn'a hir'a st'ry, ah'kin tel'ya wh'ah wil'd sutcha lahrge w'puhn, nd'ah'kin usit jus'fyn.

Curly nods gracefully to Magnus.

I, as'e'sed.

Rin pulls his chair over to Magnus' table and holds out his arm.

Pleseur t'meet y'teu! Min'diff ah fil mi tnk'rd? Ah din nah th'mn, buht ah'tend all fewnruhls t'pae mah r'specs, f'we're all buht bruv'rs ere.

Thn y'naht lis'nin ar'd'nuhf Da'ric.

Ah'sed s'pleseur t'meet y'lahd. A'wud hol'di toff th'grond but'is jus teu h'vy...less ye wan mi tuh swing'it, s'only thehn dus it leev th'grond! Muh naimm's Rinduhvahn bah'th'wei, Rinduhvahn Av'rack.

Rin smiles at his fellow Dwarf, hoping his words came out clearer this time.

I like how we all seem to more or less get on straight away, but Dwarves have always been social and compassionate with regards to their own race, so it makes sense. :p

This accent takes longer to type than it would normally, but I like it. I'm thinking about creating an accent dictionary for every word I use, but so far have just been winging it and it seems to match/go well!

Now in conversation with Daelric, Rindovaan smirks.

Pleseur t'meet y'lahd. A'wud hol'di toff th'grond but'is jus teu h'vy...less ye wan mi tuh swing'it, s'only thehn dus it leev th'grond! Muh naimm's Rinduhvahn bah'th'wei, Rinduhvahn Av'rack.

With Vigar in front of him, the blonde Dwarf looks up and says M'sor f'ye lahs. Haw'kin a'healp?, before straightening himself up and touching his hair, in an attempt to look respectful in such a time of loss.

Thinking back a few moments ago, Rin slightly chuckles to himself, more than likely coming across as a little odd, having only just sat down yet is already laughing at his own thoughts.

Lass, this is a fine piece of art. One of my best in fact! It would have been better if I didn't have to drag it around everywhere, but the only time it can leave the ground is when the momentum of my swing makes it so. Besides, I've folded the steel in this blade seven hundred and seventy four times, and if anything, dragging it along this stone floor will only sharpen it. Hahaha!

Haha!

Yea, I had to re-read it myself to make sure it was readable!

I was trying to do something like a northern Scottish-ish accent, but I think it came out as a new language!

If anyone wants to put a rank in linguistics to understand his language of "Bullsh*t", feel free!

Though, I've not used that yet. I'll save that for his moaning, grumpy rambles.

How many of us are in other campaigns at the minute?

I'm in two, with a third not counting due to being updated with maybe one post every 5 days, so have applied for this as things are pretty slow right now, and this is something I'd love to join, having never played a Dwarf before.

Late as always, Rindovaan enters the hallway with what looks to be a shiny new sword, larger than most wielded by dwarves and seemingly better suited to an Ogre or something of similar size.

As the blonde but red tipped haired Dwarven man walks through, he immediately holds his breath and winces at the smell of one man's unclean beard.

Those watching the odd haired Dwarf might notice something engraved in his sword.

Many Dwarves take pride in their stench, but I prefer to smell nice. I like my health and I like my teeth!

Those in the room can clearly hear the sickening and high pitched sound of scraping metal - a sound grating enough to make anyone with hearing cringe, as the man drags his shiny oversized weapon across the ground and towards the table where the Stone-Lord and other Dwarves seem to be gathering.

Saying nothing in passing, Rindovaan shifts a chair over and plonks himself down next to Daelric.

Tee's ar traabling dai fer'us. 'nuva sol larst, bart'i gaas wee'v'all garts ta goh sum dai. Wha tis yar naaim lardy?

Apollo here,

I've got to write up my backstory, hometown and reasons for adventuring and finish up with my gear, but here's my complete build, including the story behind my choice of Campaign Feat (Nemesis):

Name: Rindovaan ‘Curly Stubs’ Avarack
Age: 57
Height: 4’7
Weight: 172lb’s
Eyes: Green
Hair: Blonde with red dyed tips
Style: Shaved corn rows on left side of head, long swept over dreadlocks on the right that hang down to his pecks.
Facial Hair: Blonde with red dyed tips
Style: Thick stubble shaved to shape swirls between his chin and mid cheek, with two long curly swirls hanging from either side of his chin and a thicker Bill the Butcher (Gangs of New York) styled moustache.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Deity: Trudd
Class: Barbarian 2
Level: 2
Favoured Class: Barbarian - +1 HP and +1 Round of Rage per Barbarian Level
Languages: Common, Dwarven, Giant, Elven and Bullsh*t.