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Yurli grumbles incoherently in Dwarven. He waves his hand before him hoping to detect any arcane fluctuations. :
Yurli wraps himself tightly in his furs as he meditates over his spells, muttering under his breath about, "Bloody weytha." As the group prepares to break camp, Yurli moves about the group chanting in an old, slow tongue that rumbles off the tongue with a sound much like rocks grinding. As he does this, he moves his fingers about each of the your chests causing a bright rune to appear. "That'll 'elp um wi' t' parky," he explains. "It's eur simple rune, sa let uz when when theur start gerrin parky agin, 'n ahl redoa it."
Yurli buries his beard in his spellbook.
"T' onny jannock way is ta divide up t' gowd intoa even portions," Yurli chimes in. "Naw there're fi' o' wee, sa that's seven gowd apiece."
Yurli's eyes glitter as he eyes the gold uncovered by Drew.
Yurli cocks an eyebrow at Trelk not understanding what he finds so funny about being turned into a frog.
"Thank theur, beeam," Yurli gasps as he hauls himself ingloriously to his feet. "Bloody deer's 'orns are sharp." He runs his hands over the bloody gashes in his once pristine robes. "Ahl av ta fix dis int' mornin." Picking up his cracked glasses he adds, "Speytin o' which, 'a soon will we be restin? Ah av onny enuff energy ta conjure cantrips."
Yurli lies in the snow.
Yurli whips his staff around in the air, forming the glowing rune in the air with the staff. The glowing bolt flies toward the stag, striking it head-on with a sound like hammer on iron. :
Yurli's brows furrow in curiosity at the strangeness before him. His knuckles tighten on his staff.
: Yurli snorts as the tiny "arrow" pierces his robes and draws blood. His brow furrows in anger as he waves his hand in the gestures to form the runes of his spell. "Shaman, od' still eur moa," he yells to Wildir. Yurli shuffles through the snow to the shaman's side and lays the glowing rune onto Wildir's sling. "'A' owt ta doa," he says, patting Wildir on the arm. "Naw ea' dis theur frigid lahl buggers!"
Yurli waves his hand in the air, forming complex geometric shapes that coalesce into dwarven runes in a flash of bright light. Then, grabbing up his staff, he smashes the glowing brand in the air with the hammer-shaped head of the staff causing a molten bolt to fly out towards one of the little monsters. : .
Yurli huffs as he wipes the frost from his glasses. Then he pulls back out his pipe and lights it with a mumble and a click if his fingers. "Shoddy fettle. Can't learn propa magic. Uz owd dad allus sez if theur can't doa summa' t' reet way dooant doa it a' orl," Yurli says with a puff.
Yurli snorts. "Eur dwarf whoa can't od' 'is liquor need not be art 'n abaht."
"Yurli, son o' Yurli," Yurli responds with a puff of his pipe, though he does not take Wildir's hand. He closes his book with reverence and puts it nearly into his pack. With that he stands and claims his staff. It is a perfectly strait octagonal rod made of what appears to be a polished black stone covered in dwarven runes. The head-piece of the staff is a smallish, ornate hammer head in the shape of an anvil. "Well, when will we be leavin'?"
"Reet. Ahl be comin wi' theur, then," the dwarf replies, seemingly oblivious to Drew's confusion. "Getten um spells meight be useful for clearin up dis bloody cold."
Yurli looks up over his glasses at the halfling in front of him and takes another puff of his pipe. "Yurli son of Yurli. You lot thaht band wot folks soying's gon' soive tha toown?"
Yurli scowls and adjusts his spectacles. He takes a drag from his pipe and continues to pour over his spellbook, attempting to study the spells contained therein and commit them to memory as his glasses keep fogging up from the cold. "Bludy blasted coold, he grumbles to no one in particular. "In mah day, weather had enoof sense to keep wahm in the Soomer."
This group needs more dwarf. Submitted for GM approval. He's not completely finished. Still need to equip him and do his skills. But here's Yurli, Dwarf metal wizard. Thought about building him using the words of power system with the idea that he assembles runes (words) to build his spells. Has a very dwarven flavor to it. But I hear it's a bit of a downgrade from standard casting, and trying to mix elemental schools (especially the five elemental system) in with it just seems like a headache. What do you guys think? |