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Duzz huddled on the decking of a trade ship. He was sailing from Ustren, leaving behind his old life and his clan. He pulled in his cloak around him as the surf sprayed about the ship and sailors shouted orders up and down the rigging. On his lap was a very plain two-handed axe, it had no...

The realms are at peace. The red queen rules from The Ember Citadel in the Elemental plains, benevolently ruling over all with a just and noble hand. Or so I believed. For 100 years I have been gone and the queen has ruled. Under her rule the lands have suffered, the peasants work the fields...

Duzz stood outside the Belching Pig (The blood stained tavern, named it so it's easy to distinguish so people don't get confused about it.) his arms folded looking at the crowd then to Braxis "Fight o' flight boy oh, I de nae wanna kill em but I de nae wanna be mobed to death either." He slung...

Duzz standing next to Braxis had put his helmet back on and was surveying the crowd. He spoke out of the side of his mouth so that only Braxis could hear "I de nae wanna kill any o' them, they look poor as shite an' they de nae need killin'. They de nae look like they're gonna listen though."...

Duzz would wipe the wine off his face. He gave the elf a sharp look as he cleared the sticky wine off his face. "Hold ye well elf. De nae do anything to get a bounty on yerself." Duzz puffed out more smoke as he picked up him helm off the floor. "Well since the eye candy gone I suppose we best...

"Well I make most o' me money huntin' bounties to be frank. 'ere has a Bandit leader with a solid coinage on his head, some elf nutter eatin' people and an assassin. The elf is a bit o' 'ere say in my opinion, got nae leads. 'owever the assassin was a reliable tip." Duzz continues chewing on his...

Duzz lent back relaxing, puffing out a few gouts of smoke. "Well tha' all makes sense then. Wood Elf, no wonder ye were being so sneaky. People giving you an 'ard time?" The axe is still kept resting on his shoulder and would appear extremely mundane and well worn. He dips his mug into the keg...

"Thars a load I' shit un' no mistake. If ye think you foolin' anyone with that trite ye got another thing commin'. Nae a hint o' sense there. Naeone wears a hood in doors, unless that person be wantin' to hide sommin'." Duzz reached down to his side and hefted the axe over his shoulder letting...

"Aye, that be a fair question." Duzz chews the end of his pipe for a bit. "I suppose ye best answer would be wanderlust, there comes a point in most dwarves lives where they ken no more stand just shovelin' rocks and go off and learn sommin'. In my case it wer fightin' an' readin'." Duzz would...

"Well ain't ye twa th' most chatty, fellas. Loosen up will ye. I'm a dwarf above ground, we're all queer folk here. Tight as an elf ye lot is." Duzz stretched out removing his helm and placing it next to him, he lit his pipe then placed it in his mouth. He began puffing out clouds of smoke, like...

Duzz looked the newcomer up and down. "I intend too." He quaffed another pint, the barrel was getting drained pretty fast. Duzz ripped his axe from the keg and set it down next to him, giving the blade a once over. He began scrutinizing his drinking companions. Duzz glowered at Helhena...

"There's more kegs about ye nay. But if ye ken nae find one I do nae mind sharing this un." Duzz nods at the man, eyeing him up and down. He gestures with his axe to the bar where a few smaller kegs were situated. After that he once again dips his mug into the keg and quickly quaffs the ale...

Duzz raised a bushy eyebrow as he drained another mug of ale. "Aye most dwarves ken handle their drinks. Or did Ye think I was a particularly short and hairy human?" Duzz then proceeded to plung his mug back into the keg and start on another pint, draining it quickly as he eyed up the stranger...

Duzz looked around the bloodstained bar, having been ignored by the other people here and as it was all but empty helped himself to a keg of ale. Having hacked the bottom of the legs off a stool he sat down with his feet up on the keg as he drank.

Duzz gave his ram a little nudge with his boots as he trotted up the road to the tavern. On reaching the tavern he tied his ram to the post outside the tavern, he hauled his axe off the ram and slung it over his shoulder. Duzz then proceeds to open the tavern door and just stands for a moment...

Dave hurried to Delta ones position hopping cover and sprinting his weapon ready. As he approached he ducked into cover to see the jet and Americans.

"What's your position Delta One? This is Sergeant Dave Ackerman of the 7th paras." Dave checked over his weapon and got ready to move.

Dave was stopped crouched in some rubble as his coms crackled into life. He heard the Americans broadcasting over his frequency. He activated his comms to reply, "Who the bloody hell is this? If you're a wooly I've bloody well strangle you." @Nuitari

The man who Bryce approached was dressed in a thick black leather gambeson. His face was scarred and burned, one eye a milky white the other a cold blue. His hair was black with flexs of grey and cropped short. He put the tankard down as Bryce approached. "You are either the dumbest pupil or the...

The Orcish woman's eyebrows raise at 10 gold. Then a deep muffled voice comes from within the tavern. Her eyebrows furrow. "I won't accept charity nor bribes but I will charge you extortionate prices. She gestures to the Elf and the strange human. "Your friends? Can stay too." She steps aside...