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Post by Dogrim Bloodaxe on Oct 1, 2012 12:11:52 GMT -8
It was in the wee hours of the morning when Dogrim stumbled out of yet another bar. The chill sea air splashing on his warm bearded face like a bucket of ice water. Looking around the Dwarf started to mumble incoherently to himself as he moved unsteadily down the street propping himself up against the buildings as he made his way. With the world spinning and having absolutely no idea where he was or where he was going Dogrim made his way down an alley in an attempt to make his way back to his room in a tavern which was in fact on the block he'd just passed. But perhaps because of his, shall we say highly inebriated state, the Dwarf was oblivious to the shady forms which had been eyeing his expensive looking armor, heavy coin purse, and fancy hammer. "Maybe, I'll just take..." started the Dwarf, having to pause as the world took a particularly sharp turn. "Maybe I'll just take a little break here, catch my breath," he mumbled to no one in particular. It was at this point, well a few moments later, that the four shifty looking individuals who had been following the very drunk Dwarf all came together and loomed over the Dwarf, his head resting quite comfortably on his beard padded chest. "That's some nice looking stuff you got there my friend," said one of the men. "Yeah, maybe you should pass it along to us so we can take care of it for you. Wouldn't want any thieves to come along and steal it now would we," a second man chuckled. The smiles quickly faded as the Dwarf just sat there, propped up against the alley wall, slowly starting to drift off to sleep, seemingly indifferent to the now angry men. "HEY!" yelled one of them kicking the Dwarf sharply in the ribs. "Oi!" roared the now angry Dwarf. Now surging up, a ball of fiery angry red hair and shinning mythril chain armor. (He'd left his heavy plate back at his room, same with his battleaxe taking just one throwing ax and his hammer with him.) "Listen you useless wee little shites! I will smash your heads into a bloody pulp!" roared Dogrim. Now standing shakily on both stubby legs with his hammer in one hand and ax in the other; he stood waiting eyeing, or attempting to it's a bit hard when there's double, the three now livid men.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 1, 2012 15:38:56 GMT -8
"Let's cut this bearded son of a bitch!" Yelled one of the men.
Two of them drew out daggers and ran around to flank the dwarf the one in the middle drew a club and brought it down toward the dwarf's head. The two with knives waited for the dwarf to move so their sharp blades could find an opening.
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Post by Dogrim Bloodaxe on Oct 1, 2012 15:46:01 GMT -8
Even in the state he was Dogrim couldn't help but chuckle. Stumbling forward ducking beneath the club the Dwarf half tackled half fell into the thug. In an attempt to push the man to go the ground the Dwarf planned to pin the thug beneath him and smash his face in with his heavy hammer. With a little bit of a drunken giggle he couldn't help but grin even wider at the anticipated sound of hammer connecting to flesh.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 1, 2012 22:04:33 GMT -8
The thug with the pipe reeled from the dwarf's shoulder landed in his stomach. The force was so hard it triggered the thug's upchuck reflex and he vomited all over himself and the dwarf. As he began to choke on his vomit he felt a crack on the head. The other two thugs saw their opening and darted forward. One dagger darted towards the dwarf's throat and the other into his head..
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Post by Dogrim Bloodaxe on Oct 2, 2012 9:18:33 GMT -8
As always, the sound of a heavy wet thud was both satisfying, and amusing to the Dwarf. As was a common response from to Dwarf when completely and utterly smashed, a childish giggle came from the rough looking Dwarf. Rolling off of the very dead man, the now vomit and blood covered Dwarf eyed the two men charging at him. His solution, a simple one. Roll slightly to the left. But in his highly intoxicated state he couldn't really manage that. All that came from trying to roll was a rather disgusting bletch and another giggle. "This is too much fun," he murmured to himself. At least he thought he did, in the real world all that came out was a mixed garble of jumbled words which sounded completely incoherent. So laying there as the mean closed in on him he did the only sensible thing a Dwarf could do at a time like this. Dropped his weapons and began to thrash around kicking and punching in an attempt to stop the attacks which were really quite close now. Either one of two things would happen, he would mange to defend himself of get stabbed. Either way regardless of the outcome after this he's getting up and kicking some human ass.
The entire time the Dwarf lay there, his face a bright red from the heavy drinking and a happy little glint in his eye at the prospect of a fight. His joy is almost enough to bring tears to the eyes of sympathetic men.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 3, 2012 19:59:11 GMT -8
"This bastard is crazy!" said one.
"All the more reason to kill him!" said the other.
They both backed away and one pulled out a smoke pellet, tossing it at the dwarf, hoping he'd choke to death on it while tiring himself out.
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Post by Dogrim Bloodaxe on Oct 4, 2012 12:57:20 GMT -8
As the smoke surrounded the flailing Dwarf something odd started to happen. Or at least, he noticed something odd. For the first time in two weeks, he was starting feel the alcohol wearing off. Maybe it was the sharp pain he felt inhaling the smoke. Or the adrenalin pumping through his veins. But more likely than either of those two was the fact that this was the longest time he'd been away from booze in that time frame. Now he was sobering up, or starting to. The jolly laughs were starting to go away and were replaced by annoyance, and then anger. These pathetic mongrels were trying to mug him! He was a Dwarf warrior he couldn't take that lying down. So under the cover of the smoke Dogrim Bloodaxe rose to his feet, full or furry and rage. Like a terror from a child's bedtime horror story he charged. Emerging before the thugs, smoke streaming off of him, his face red as ever and eyes teared up he rushed them. Small but powerful legs propelling him forward he lowered his head. Even without his helmet he was gonna head but on of the sons of bitches right in the chest. And this Dwarf had a VERY sturdy head. Years of Dwarven training assured that. Planning on simply caving in the mans chest through sheer force he would then turn on the other thug; ignoring the knife in the mans hand, only going so far as to protect his eyes and neck, he would wrap his powerful hands around the thugs neck and literally choke the life out of him. A very simple, and very Dwarven plan.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 4, 2012 19:28:52 GMT -8
The thug fell gasping for air as the dwarf's head crushed his stomach. As the dwarf went to strangle the other thug a voice broke through the din.
"What in the name of Lorelei's hot rack is going on here?!" shouted a guardsman carrying a bright torch.
As the torch brought light into the dark alley, a few things became apparent.
One of which was that Dogrim had been fighting children. The other, that the guard looked pissed. And thirdly, that the reason the guard looked pissed was because Dogrim was strangling a child while one lay unconscious on the ground and the other was gasping for air.
The guard drew his sword, "Would you kindly, put the lad down and step back. Yeh sick son of a bitch."
By this time that guard's partner had arrived and was already calling for more back up.
In moments, it seemed half the town's guard had arrived to the scene.
As bad as Doronhol was, child abuse was one of the few things not tolerated without the proper permits.
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Post by Dogrim Bloodaxe on Oct 4, 2012 21:08:22 GMT -8
As semblance of drunk was gone from the Dwarf body. Still holding the one boy by the throat Dogrim used him as a shield held out effortlessly before him as he picked up his hammer. "Now," he started carefully, still holding the boy at an arms length, a firm grip applied to keep the air from his lungs and keep the boy docile. "I don't know what ya think be going on here but the wee bastards tried to mug me. A poor, helpless drunken Dwarf stumbling around in a strange town. What was one to do?"
Moving slowly backwards with each word said toward the far end of the alley so he could make his escape out into the city proper if he needed to. Luckily it was still dark, and one of the perks of being short is he could fit into seemingly impossible to fit spaces.
"Now, Ill ask ya kindly to put yer weapons away and we can talk like civilized grown men. If not, then I'm afraid I'll be having to do what I has to do to walk out of here." Preferring to let his tone of voice convey his attitude than give specifics. As he held the boy out before him as a human shield he noticed a black pellet attached to the thugs belt. "Must be one of them smoke pellets the little buggers used on me," he thought to himself. The minute the guards moved in, he'd make his move, and for better or for worse he'd be leaving the town a free man, well free Dwarf.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 4, 2012 21:35:09 GMT -8
"He tried to touch my no-no place!" cried the boy who had finally caught his breath.
"Please don't let him hurt us!" cried the other.
"Are you seriously asking the guards of this city to put our weapons away?" asked one of the guards.
"Drop your weapons, and back away from the children," said the guard who was there first.
Meanwhile atop on of the roofs, another guard was stealthily hidden and knocking a broad arrow designed to knock out even a dwarf.
The mage guard's were there soon as well, ready to cast whatever spells were necessary.
"Just come with us," repeated the guard, "you have my word you won't be harmed until we get to the bottom of this."
The guard's face was stern, and had the scars of a veteran. Those who looked into his eyes would either feel fear, or understanding, so long as they were the type who knew of war and bloodshed. His hair was black, and tied back into a rough ponytail with streaks of gray in it. He wore a beard around his mouth that had the same gray-black scheme as his hair.
"Captain," whispered one of the other guards worriedly.
"Quiet. A man chooses his own path. We will give him the decency to choose honor, or flee," says the guard.
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Post by Dogrim Bloodaxe on Oct 8, 2012 12:16:16 GMT -8
The Dwarf eyed the group in front of him weighing his options. He could attempt an escape, hazardous at best but it would be a bit difficult. Or he could submit himself to the mercies of a foreign power. Sure this guard might be an honest man, in fact he even looked like one. But that was no reason to suspect the guardsman's superiors would be the same. This place was a well known hive of scum and villainy. This did not extend to just the common man but the lords and laddies of the city. A public trial and execution of a suspected kid toucher, and a Dwarf from on the most respected clans of the Dwarven empire to top it all off. His guilt was almost predetermined. No, the trial would not be fair nor just. Prison was the best he could hope for. "I tried to give ya yer chance captain. I'm truly sorry it had to come to this. I'm sure yer a good man," said the Dwarf. His voice echoing across the alley. And not a word of a lie, he was truly sorry. But sometimes things had to be done. "For Clan Bloodaxe, Dyrnwyn!" roared Dogrim. His hammer glowing a dull blood red he lashed out at the closest thing to him. The building to his left. In a heartbeat the building exploded into pieces. Shards of wood and chunks of rock exploded into the air kicking up a cloud of dirt and dust which immediately enveloped the area in a thick cloud. Hurling the child away from him the Dwarf turned and sprinted. His short powerful legs carrying him as fast as he could away from the alley. Emerging from the cloud, dust streaming off of him. His beard flapping around having come untucked from his belt. Turning the corner the Dwarf bolted into the darkness quickly lost in the ensuing madness from the explosion and toppled building.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 9, 2012 19:47:15 GMT -8
Many of the guards ran as the hammer began to glow, but the Captain stayed where he was, raising his shield.
As the smoke cleared, he found himself in lots of pain, covered in a glowing barrier.
"You're getting careless," said an old man in a cloak, "if I hadn't used that barrier you'd be dead for certain... Now you're only maybe going to die."
The captain let out a soft chuckle, "Honestly, I didn't expect a dwarf to attempt to evade justice. Looks like I better go after him."
"You're not going anywhere," said the old mage, "leave it to me and the advanced guard. We'll find him."
"He'll probably be gone by the time you mount a search."
The old man upsided the captain's head.
"You think I haven't already sealed the city and assembled my team? Get some rest. Your head isn't right."
The captain closed he eyes and the old man swore he'd make the dwarf responsible pay in blood. Drop for drop.
Meanwhile as Dogrim came out of the rubble a few guards happened around the corner.
"You! Halt!" one yelled, "Have you seen anything suspicious?"
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Post by Dogrim Bloodaxe on Oct 10, 2012 13:37:27 GMT -8
"Aye," started the Dwarf. " A fella just ran out from over there," pointing to the still settling alley. "Fella took a swing at me when I tried to stop him!" he continued, feigning outrage as he pointed to a cut along his cheek which had in fact been from some fallen debris. ' "He went that way," he finished, pointing to the dark alley across the the busy street. With that he was off, pushing and shoving his way through the ever growing crowed who had come to see what the commotion was about. Pushing his way through the swarm he found his way to another tavern. Stepping inside he was greeted with some space, finally. Making his way to the bar the Dwarf motioned for the bar tender, a large sweaty man who looked like he hadn't seen a bath in months. Pulling some coin from his purse he laid it out on the counter. "I'll be given ya 50 gold to be telling anyone who asks that I been here all night." Looking the tavern owner dead in the eye he could see his eyes gaze hungrily at the gold on the counter. It was more than he'd make in a month. "Fine, just don't be making any trouble," grumbled the owner, feigning disdain. Quickly he pocketed the gold with his sweaty, chubby fingers. "I'll be taking a pint too," said the Dwarf, pulling another gold coin from the purse. Clearly overpaying but happy to keep the fat man on his side. Taking his pint he moved to a corner booth closest to the stair case to the second floor. A position from which he could see both the front and back entrance. As he waited to see what happened Dogrim took a quick glance at his surroundings. The tavern was typical in size, nothing special, a booth in each corner and wooden tables with chairs to match spread throughout the open space between the front doors and the bar. Next to him was a staircase leading to the top floor. Glancing up the Dwarf could see that the stairs led to a narrow passage with 6 doors on each side before a window at the far end. Currently there was only six patrons in the bar. All of whom were non-descript. For now the Dwarf would just wait. It was still too early for most of the city guard to have a description of him. The most he figured is they' be looking for a Dwarf and there were hundreds of those in the city. A mix of merchants and warriors so it should take a while. The Dwarf would weight until morning and then find someone to smuggle him out of the city. He'd been around for a while and had made some connections. As for his armor in the other tavern, it wasn't anything he couldn't forge again. And he had lots of money from plying his craft to buy new supplies should he need it. If the guards were to search the tavern closest to the crime scene, which he doubted, he'd make his escape then and go from there. But there were hundreds of people in the streets despite it being night, looking to see what the explosion had been about. There was no reason to suspect that the Dwarf had done anything other than run for the city gates. He was confident he'd be safe, at least for a while. So he relaxed, sipped his pint, and waited, eyeing everything.
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Post by DM Two on Oct 11, 2012 19:31:08 GMT -8
As he sipped his pint, a drunkard with a shaggy beard, dark eyes, a hagard face and a very distinct smell of vomit and shit approached him.
"Hey thur beardy! Wuldja huppin to have some spare gold?"
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Post by Dogrim Bloodaxe on Oct 15, 2012 14:29:37 GMT -8
Dogrim eyed, the odd looking man who'd approached him. The smell was a bit strong but he'd been around worse so he shrugged it off. "I'll give yer five gold not to be bothering me again," responded the Dwarf. Tossing the five gold coins on the table in front of him. "There be an extra 50 gold for ya if yer capable of finding a man for me," said Dogrim, eyeing the bum carefully.
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