Post by shadewind on Aug 9, 2008 15:11:50 GMT -5
Full Name: Flint Fireforge
Age: 147
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Magic: None
Birthplace: Hillhome
Strengths: Master metalworker, Pick easy locks, speak: common, dwarven, and elven
Weaknesses: Boats and Water, Allergic to horses, Heights
Description: Flint was just over half an elf in size. He has a barrel-shaped chest and forge-hardened arms. He has a thick black beard that would make any dwarf proud and his eyes are of a steel-blue color.
Weapons: Flint has an axe and a small woodcarving knife.
History: www.dlnexus.com/lexicon/13326.aspx
Will this work or do I need to write it out here?
RP Sample: "I know there's a bridge around 'ere somewhere," Flint Grumbles as he presses through the thicket along the river. "Ye would've thought they'd be buildin' more of 'em." Hearing something off in the distance, Flint changes direction and goes carefully to investigate. Reaching to the bushes near where apparently the speaking he heard was coming from he squatted down to peer through. Peering through he's sees what he was afraid he recognized the voices to be. Whispering to himself quietly, he slowly backs away and continues moving on, "can't be, of all the things to run into out here, why did it have to be..."
"Ello, mister dwarf"
At this Flint spins on his heels and in a near shout, "ahh, kenders" "By Reorx be gone with you" He says backing up.
"But we have a party going on, come and join." The kender giddily says.
Turning back around he starts to take off and sees another kender next to him playing with his carving knife. "Give that back"
"Aren't you glad I found it or you might have lost it"
"I'm 'bout to lose it" He says snatching the knife back. "Gah, be gone with ye accursed kenders I 'ave 'nuf to deal with where I'm headed to be bothered by you." Storming off in a half run to escape the kenders who are now amusedly stalking him he forgets to pay attention to where he's going. A moment later a string of dwarven, common, and even some elven curses are heard followed by a loud splash. Soaking there in his irritation he looks up at the kenders who are now enjoying themselves on the shore in front of him, "By, Reorxes hammer, Your kind is gonna be the death of me, I just know it."
Age: 147
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Magic: None
Birthplace: Hillhome
Strengths: Master metalworker, Pick easy locks, speak: common, dwarven, and elven
Weaknesses: Boats and Water, Allergic to horses, Heights
Description: Flint was just over half an elf in size. He has a barrel-shaped chest and forge-hardened arms. He has a thick black beard that would make any dwarf proud and his eyes are of a steel-blue color.
Weapons: Flint has an axe and a small woodcarving knife.
History: www.dlnexus.com/lexicon/13326.aspx
Will this work or do I need to write it out here?
RP Sample: "I know there's a bridge around 'ere somewhere," Flint Grumbles as he presses through the thicket along the river. "Ye would've thought they'd be buildin' more of 'em." Hearing something off in the distance, Flint changes direction and goes carefully to investigate. Reaching to the bushes near where apparently the speaking he heard was coming from he squatted down to peer through. Peering through he's sees what he was afraid he recognized the voices to be. Whispering to himself quietly, he slowly backs away and continues moving on, "can't be, of all the things to run into out here, why did it have to be..."
"Ello, mister dwarf"
At this Flint spins on his heels and in a near shout, "ahh, kenders" "By Reorx be gone with you" He says backing up.
"But we have a party going on, come and join." The kender giddily says.
Turning back around he starts to take off and sees another kender next to him playing with his carving knife. "Give that back"
"Aren't you glad I found it or you might have lost it"
"I'm 'bout to lose it" He says snatching the knife back. "Gah, be gone with ye accursed kenders I 'ave 'nuf to deal with where I'm headed to be bothered by you." Storming off in a half run to escape the kenders who are now amusedly stalking him he forgets to pay attention to where he's going. A moment later a string of dwarven, common, and even some elven curses are heard followed by a loud splash. Soaking there in his irritation he looks up at the kenders who are now enjoying themselves on the shore in front of him, "By, Reorxes hammer, Your kind is gonna be the death of me, I just know it."