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Fallond mirrors Runthur, as he too begins stroking his beard in thought. All good locations worth paying a visit, or if needed, to lie about and say he was from there. According to the captain's words, Fallond seems to have underestimated the prevalence of airships in this land, especially if...

Fallond inwardly cursed at Runthur's mention of Dwarven Capital Anvilstead, as he regretted the missed opportunity to ask for a map from Kelden and Marcus. Perhaps Fallond was simply being overly-cautious, but even if asked to point out where his supposed employers, Clan Greydelver, live, then...

Fallond returns Diora's wave with one of his own, a faint smile appearing on his face at the pair's banter. The ships looked magnificent to the dwarf lordling, if a tad daunting to say the least of whether or not the machine could fly like a bird. Back where he comes from, engineering never...

(Sorry for the late reply! Really enjoying the direction you're taking the story so far!) Kosgraeg Greydelver, was it? Rivalries between dwarven clans, especially when it comes to their companies, can be brutal. Dwarves hold grudges like no other, the kinds of grudges that go on for generations...

An airship...? Fallond was greatly disturbed by Runthur's casual mention of an airship, something only theorized about in his previous world, and that distracted him from the captain's overfamiliar touch. Fallond considers himself to be a proper city dwarf, one whose dwellings is buried deep...

Truthfully, the Gouge frightened Fallond. His father sent him to be a squire because there was nothing else for him to give. Clan Copperbeard would have only been comparable to the human's baronies—rich in some form, but not prosperous enough for the third son to receive much of an inheritance...

"…I see. I fear I must have hit my head harder than I thought. I will need some time to gather my thoughts. Thank you Kelden." The dwarf downs the whole flask, and strokes his straw-blonde beard in contemplation. According to the Copperbeard's Clan Headsman, it is better to keep your cards...

"What is this Gouge you speak of? And there should not be a tyrant anywhere near Caer Dultann, start making sense or el-" Fallond cuts his threatening remarks short given the warning glare he received from Marcus. He forces himself to settle down by pinching his arm, and gathers his thoughts on...

Wake With a loud groan Fallond Baernson sat up in the cart. Fallond cannot remember too much on how he died besides the long fall from the lift, and the cracking of what he assumed was his skull. Still disorientated from waking up from death, Fallond raises a hand to his head, checking for any...

“MORNING FOLKS!” roared the new arrival, then swaggered down from the staircase, and grinned widely at everyone. He was a dwarf dressed in clerical garb of Moradin’s devout, a blacksmith’s hammer hangs in the loop of his belt, and iron beads with etched runes are carefully clipped to his beard...

“Thank you dear, and thank you Mr. Pips for chasing that rabble away. I swear they act like children whenever things do not go their way. Only that Tom fellow has a good head on his shoulders.” Mrs. Lathalas looks certainly graceful in her old age, with a willowy figure, silvery hair fashioned...

@Swan Van Gogh Nothing is visible to you, not even yourself. Your voice cannot traverse the darkness and only silence answers you. Just as the panic sets in, a fluttering of wings is heard, and you see a scaleless dragon rapidly approaching your location. With every beat of its powerful wings...

Cedric lumbers into a kitchen to grab the stew, "No, nothing." Today must be one of the innkeeper's better days, because after setting the stew on counter he elaborates, "Only asked if you were lodging here. I politely refused to answer and the boy walked off. Didn't even say he was from...

The old fistfighter clothed in a simple tunic and trousers stokes the fire and gives a grunt as a greeting. He was a burly fellow, time did not wear down his physique like most men his age, only the gray in his straw-colored hair and crows feet reveal the truth. “You want food Raileih? I’ve got...

@Lady_Minerva Nothing is visible to you, not even yourself. Your voice cannot traverse the darkness and only silence answers you. Just as the panic sets in, a fluttering of wings is heard, and you see a scaleless dragon rapidly approaching your location. With every beat of its powerful wings...