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Torgen presses the attack. Though sweat pours down from his brow and blood pours from his fresh wounds, the dwarf seems to enjoy the opportunity to put his training to work and let loose.
Is it one that started for Gameday today? If so, I'm willing to fudge, since I expect us to be done today. If it's one that's been going for a while, that won't really work. Please apply to Vulf Sorgrim.
If so...
If not...
Not one to back away from a fight, Torgen steps in front of the creature. He then brings all of his weapons to bear.
However, the dwarf is still reeling a bit from the ettin's initial blow.
Torgen has no idea what manner of creature he faces, but he knows that it should not be loose! He charges ahead and attacks.
Torgen resists the urge to go rushing in. After all, these humans likely know nothing of caves. He attempts to proceed quietly and attentively.
Feeling revitalized, Torgen prepares to enter the cave.
As he finishes binding their foes, a sharp pain reminds Torgen of his recent injuries. Reaching for what he believes to be a healing potion, Torgen says, "If you don't mind I think I could be using this."
"I suppose we should go have a look at the beast, then." Torgen concedes. "Still, I wouldn't want these young ones to cause any further trouble." He reaches into his backpack and produces manacles and a length of rope. "Anyone care to assist in binding up these troublemaker so they can't harm themselves or anyone else, while I lock up the tiefling?" Torgen checks the unconscious attacker, then positions the tiefling's wrists for placement of the manacles. A satisfied look comes across his face when he hears the familiar *click* of the manacles' locking.
After the sorceress announces the identity of the one potion, Torgen attempts to identify the other, but can only agree that it is weird. "A man with such greedy ambitions undoubtedly has more than one scheme afoot.". Torgen warns. "And just how did he intend to release this creature?" the dwarf asks Tolwin, as he begins cleaning his hammer.
After giving Tolwin a solid glare, Torgen leaves the cowering child for the others to deal with. Intrigued by the newest arrival, which he just felled, the dwarf kneels down to examine the tiefling. "What the devil do we have here?" he inquires as he inspects the tiefling's person.
As the mysterious assailant attempts to tumble away, Torgen cries. "Not so fast." and brings down his warhammer after the tiefling.
With his lifeblood pouring from fresh wounds, Torgen eyes the new attacker and smiles. "Sending children to do your dirty work, eh?" the dwarf sneers at the new assailant. "I'm glad you showed yourself. I've been itching for a true fight." The deadly nature of this newcomer being evident, Torgen does not hold back as he repositions himself. He then brings his weapons fully to bear.
"Hrrumph." Torgen mutters aloud, before internalizing his thoughts. I suppose the mage knows little of the arts of battle else she would be able to keep this girl distracted. He nevertheless moves to place the ambusher between them. Frankly, these ambushers hardly seem like worthy opponents either. he contemplates as he attempts to strike with the flat of his weapons.
Safe travels! (And I am not in a big rush to finish. By Game Day is fine with me.)
Torgen follows the others as best as his shorter legs allow. Approaching the mouth of the cave, he spots the cart and heads over to examine it. having found nothing of note, he approaches the cave. More in his element, he stops to consider the cave entrance, looking for signs in the stone that may indicate recent use and the numbers within.
As the humans check out the cabin, Torgen looks at the campsite for any signs of recent use.
"None of you wouldn't happen to know anything about smuggled shipments of merchandise, say... axes or some such, through this town, would you?" Torgen asks while he presumably has the more knowledgeable figures in town present.
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"Just what did those two do to warrant the issuance of an advisement like this?" Torgen asks, pointing to the flyer.
"How are we to recognize these youth when we find them? And the amulet for that matter?" Torgren inquires.
Torgen steps forward. "Mam," he says, "I am Torgen of the Skyforgers. If there is a theft about, then you shall have my hammer..." The dwarf draws forth one of his weapons, and then another. "And my axe!"
His search efforts seemingly having reached a dead end and recalling the many lessons he had as a child about Torag's view towards "idle hands", Torgen offers to pitch in and help out with whatever way he asked.
Kiliuk cranes his head slightly at the noticed connect made by the dwarf. "You are all too right it seems fate has brought the four of us together in search of something that has been lost to us. If I have heard correctly, Torgen you are in search of your families legacy, Meraina and Brialla you seek out a replacement of your families honor, I am in search of my mother Gilda, Gilda Korgren." Looking to the others Kiliuk makes a rather brash but possibly fruitful suggestion "Might we band together in search of that which is treasure to us?" Torgen huffs, not so much at the suggestion, but at the fact that it came from an orc--and a seemingly well-dressed one at that. [I]I didn't even realize that orcs had mothers[!/I], he muses. Still, the dwarf understood the importance of family and the pain of loss. "My godfather always warned me that one should never search for treasure alone." the dwarf recalls, before adding, "I suppose sage advice that holds true when mining in mountains deep would hold equally true up on the surface as well."
"I had overheard that a family heirloom of yours has gone missing." Torgen replies. If he is embarrassed, the dwarf does not show it. "A number of items belonging to my family are missing as well. Given the circumstances of their disappearance, theft seems the most likely cause. I wondered if perhaps you had fallen victim to the same treachery as I."
We are actually looking for a local jeweler...this ring of our family's. It was a very distinctive signet ring but...our family has lost it. Please if you know of a local jeweler who makes such things you would be doing our family a major favor. Having overheard the humans questions and believing he can make no further headway with the dwarf (and not terribly fond of orcs), Torgen decides to follow Meriana and Brialla, though his short legs make keeping up with the humans somewhat difficult. Once he believes he has closed the distance to them, he says to them, "Did I overhear correctly that you may be searching for a possible thief?"
"I am looking for a fine axe or three, ones of dwarven make." Torgen responds.
Looking over at his competition, Torgen mentally consoles himself, Well, at least, it seems that I have not lost to the orc! At the conclusion of the race, he says to Yarla, "Sacks have their use, but I am searching for a few items made by dwarven hands, axes in particular. Do you know where one may be likely to come by such goods?" He pauses for her to respond, then inquires further, "And would your response be the same if one wanted to come by goods in a more, shall we say... discreet manner?"
For a moment, Torgren starts to think that he's got the hang of it, but then falters.
"Well, when in Highdelve..." Torgen begins to recite, holding out his hand for a sack.
"I'll admit that I am not the best student of history, My Lady, but I always thought that it t'were the orcs that did the sacking and that it was our kin who fought to stop them from doing so!" he responds with a knowing smile.
"Thank you, kindly." Torgen responds to the boy, then he makes his way over to the sack races. Spying a dwarven woman, he approaches and says to the woman, "Quite the festivities being had when there is work to be done. Don't you think?"
"Thanks for the game. Guess it's just not for dwarves." he says, pointing to his short legs. "Axes are more my sport. Know of any place a man could buy one of quality baroind here?" he asks.
"In!" Torgen shouts, unsure of his ability.
"Knocks!" Torgen shouts as he tries to give the bag a kick.
As you approach, one of the youths spots you and says "Hey mister, you wanna play?" Torgen pauses and ponders, Its not likely to further my current task... He looks down at his relatively stubby legs. And I'm not likely to be very good at it... "Sure, kid." the dwarf says with a smile. "Kick that ole sack of beans over here."
Adhering to his mission, Torgen decides he will begin by trying to look at the contents of the crates. He approaches, the youth, "Well met!" he says as he approaches the youth. "Quite the day for sport." He tries to position himself to get a good look at the wooden boxes and discern any indication as to their point of origin or contents.
Realizing that remaining silent may subject him to the singing of the half-orc for some time, Torgen decides there is little harm in engaging the creature in some conversation. Eyeing the half-orc's mace, Torgen remarks, "A sturdy-enough weapon. Though hardly the quality of dwarven-craft. Looking for something sharper?"
Receiving a mug of ale, Torgren quietly places it to his lips and takes a few long draughts. Then, without waiting for the stew to cool, he begins to shovel large, spoonfuls of stew into his mouth. He is nearly half finished when the sorceress introduces herself. Hello friends, COUSIN. What brings you all to Highdelve? My name is Meraina, from Port Ice. And yours? "Torgen," is all the young, golden-bearded dwarf manages to say, at least initially. He continues to eat his stew until the bottom of the bowl becomes visible, then finished the remainder of his drink with a single swallow. Satisfied with his meal, he leans back and gives a pat to the belly that is currently hidden beneath his flowing beard. "Of the Skyforgers." he adds, as if that alone was somehow a sufficient explanation of his identity and purpose in the town. |