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Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Wildfire on March 06, 2006, 02:12:04 PM
After being fully satisfied that Arlen was clearly losing his mind from the encounter with the Wendigo and regretful that he even mentioned the shapeshifter to him, Zurn gets up from the table in the tavern and walks outside.

"I be needin' some distance weapon", Zurn says to himself. "To many times I was caught with me breeches down needin' to strike from away and couldn't. I won't be lettin' tha' happen agin".

Passing through the courtyard he sees Urgrosh practicing his martial skill. Zurn thinks to himself, "Raised by tha' dwarves he says. Heh, and he be tellin' me that I'm not a dwarf if I don't know my clan? Jus' who does he think he is, Moradin? He might think he has the heart of a dwarf but he's got the brain of an orc!" Zurn stops and watches him for a second taking extra note that he wears the crest of Ehlonna. "Then agin, he doesn't really know me or me origins. He doesn't know that I be walkin' Ehlonna's path too. There needs ta be some explainin' and askin' methinks..."

Zurn makes his way to the weapons arsenal in the Forest Keep. He opens the door and says, "'ello? Be there anyone here?"
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Wildfire on April 26, 2006, 11:18:01 AM
Zurn reactively thought, "Leave it to an Orc to be sayin' tha' thinkin' be a bad thing. Judgin' by his new approach though, he does know I what I be talking aboot. He canna be stupid..entirely."

After Urgrush had finished his routine Zurn says, "Well, now dunna be geting me wrong. Thinking be good but no when you be spinnin' tha' axe aboot. Sometimes not inna battle either. Sometimes yer wit can be savin' you too. It be dependant on tha' circumstances."
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Blackspear on April 20, 2006, 09:39:12 AM
(Common) "Uh...Ok.   Move Urgrosh..."   He stares blankly lost in thought and scratches his head, giving the impression of the stupid orc.

(In dwarven) "My Da used to say, "Don't think about it.   Thinking is bad!"   I never understood that until now.   Thanks Zurn, you've helped me unravel one of those mysteries of my childhood!    Thinking ISbad!!"   Urgrosh smiles and begins to whirl his weapon subconciously and he appears much more skilled.
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Wildfire on April 19, 2006, 09:43:45 AM
Zurn smirks and says, "Well, in the maater o' the weapon I be not nearly as skilled as me Da. But I'd say to not always try ta be so fancy with the thing. I might be impressive but it don't split skulls no easier. Ya know, if ya try too hard yer spinnin' and acrobatics with the weapon'll jus' be tha' much harder. Jus' sort of 'feel' your way through it. Don't be thinkin' 'bout it."

Zurn looks around him and continues, "The spirit of Ehlonna moves ye. Ye don't be thinkin' 'bout tha' now, right? It jus' does. So let tha' skill of the urgrosh move you likewise."
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Blackspear on April 18, 2006, 11:51:56 PM
(In Dwarven)   With a look of sincere gratitude, the orc smiles a very toothy (tusky?) grin and says, "I appreciate yer offer.    For now I'm tryin to hold onto the damned thing.   It seems that using both ends in the same sequence is pretty dicey.    Sometimes I just lose control and send it flying in any old direction.   Any thoughts?"   Urgrosh looks at the dwarf, but he suspects that Zurn really doesn't know what he's talking about when it comes to the finer points of handling the complex weapon.
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Wildfire on April 16, 2006, 09:13:41 AM
Zurn accepted the urgrosh and says, "I dunna know why me parents left tha' clan. I'm not really sure I wanna know. What I do know is tha' they still brewed a life fer themsleves without the clans. So as far as I be concerend, it's not the clan that makes the dwarf. Just as it not be the tribe tha' makes the orc."

Zurn adomired the craftmanship of the marvelous axe. "Thank ye fer trustin' me with your prized. Tha' be mighty big o' ye..." Zurn looked up, way up at the orc.

Zurn began to weild it around but not with any cleverness. He didn't want to get too outrageous with his maneuvers. The weapon had an eery naturalness to his grip. Zurn realized that he was still more of a dwarf than not, despite not being in any clan.

After his excursion with the orc's weapon Zurn handed it back to him and said, "Y'know, if there be anything that I can teach ye I'd be willin' to do such. Yer a different sort. I'd like to start being better friends with ye. We'd be two outcasts!...HaHa!
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Blackspear on April 16, 2006, 08:49:09 AM
Speaking in Dwarven, Urgrosh smiles at the dwarf and speaks much more clearly than he does in the common language of men.  "To a dwarf the clan is everything.   You're Da was probably outcast for some crime.   If that's true I should not even speak to you, for the clan would shun you too."

Hearing how harsh his statement sounded, Urgrosh takes a deep breath and cuts off Zurn's reponse by saying, "But the clan does show compassion when its warranted.   You chose to speak to me, an ugly orc.   Therefore I will return the kindness and allow you to wield my urgrosh as a sign of my friendship."   Carefully, he hands the beautifully adorned weapon to the small dwarf.  "Be careful, its heavy."
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Wildfire on April 03, 2006, 08:58:40 AM
Zurn furrows his brow and says, "Well, I may not be grown up with tha' clans but me Da taught me of it. The urgrush be one of them things that he brung with him from tha' underground. So while be not me weapon of choice I do know how to use one."

Zurn watches Urgrush go and retreive his weapon. He had come to talk with the orc about his statement. The orc had remarked earlier that Zurn was not a dwarf because he wasn't raised in the clans. Not being able to wait any longer to hold back his retort to statement he says, "Y'know, jus' because I dinna grow up in with tha clans dinna mean I'm not a dwarf."
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Blackspear on March 31, 2006, 09:33:48 PM
"Uhh.   No.   Aye go get weppon.   Yu no tuch.   Urgrosh was my fathas weppon.   Varry Speshal tu me."   Urgrosh takes three steps towards the pile of hay and stops, turning around to face Zurn.   "Yu no how tu fight wit urgrosh?  How yu no if yu not from clan?"
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Blackspear on March 31, 2006, 09:27:13 PM
"Good Call on the improved language skills.  I have been really busy and completely forgot about who I was playing.   OOPS!! :oops:
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Johan on March 29, 2006, 09:12:40 AM
Quote from: green:eac835036b
Zounds! The orc must have been faking his poor language skills last session![/color] :lol:
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Wildfire on March 29, 2006, 08:35:35 AM
Zurn looks up at the orc and says, "It be a grand thing tha' no one be in the way of tha' axe!" Zurn, despite his illogical instinct to remain away from the orc, found that he was also curious about him. Against his better judgement he says, "Allow me ta be gettin' yer axe. It's been a might long time tha' I be seein' one o' them used. Ye don't mind do ye?"
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Blackspear on March 28, 2006, 11:16:37 PM
Urgrosh spent his afternoon moving about the courtyard of the keep as if in a trance.   He practiced his battle maneuvers over and over until he perfected each of them.   More than once, he nearly lost control of the mighty weapon.   But his concentration held until he heard someone call to him.   At that exact moment he was attempting "Durvin's parry and chop".    Much to his dismay, Urgrosh's grip on his weapon faltered and he launched it towards a pile of hay near the stables.   With a lot of trepidation Urgrosh watched helplessly as his weapon spun end over end accross the courtyard.    He uttered a sigh of relief when the axe end of the weapon buried itself deeply into the hay without harming anyone.  

Slowly turning, looking all the while like he meant to throw the urgrosh, he stared down at the dwarf and replied "Whachu wont Bruddah duarf?"
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Wildfire on March 24, 2006, 09:03:47 PM
Zurn turns around, waves and says, "Thanks Pike, I'll make my way there." Zurn haeds off and back to where the Orc was practicing his with his Urgrush.

He sees the Orc weilding his axe with decent precision in a series of spins, chops and thrusts. "He seems ta be knowin' how to handle tha' thing pretty good. But I still be needin' ta see him in a scrape." Zurn thinks. Zurn approaches cautiously keeping his distance in case the Orc decides to embrace his true roots. "Uh...hello? Orc?"
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Johan on March 24, 2006, 02:33:32 PM
"I's na' a problem, Zurn. Ye might be wantin' ta take tha' bow inna the inner bailey. I hear tell tha' they gots targits set up right fer practicin'."
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Wildfire on March 24, 2006, 01:51:52 PM
"S'alright it is. It be a shot inna dark that ye might know." Zurn says. He cocks his head slightly and says, "Speakin' o shots in the dark, I think I'll practice my trigger bow out in the yard on...I mean, with...Urgrush the odd Orc of Ehlonna. It's been a pleasure Pike. I'm sure to be seein' ye again. Sorry 'bout the metal marbles." Zurn says. He exits the weaponry and heads out into the courtyard.
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Johan on March 24, 2006, 01:36:35 PM
"Ink 'n paper?" Pike paused and scratched his round head for a moment and pursed his eyes. "I suppose ye'd ha' t' talk t' th' Cammand'r. P'rhaps Lady Corryn? Honestly, lad, I dunno." He looked apologetically at Zurn.
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Wildfire on March 24, 2006, 12:57:50 PM
"Well, I be wonderin' where I can be getting some ink an' paper." Zurn asked looking for and collecting loose bullets.
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Johan on March 24, 2006, 11:03:05 AM
"Such things happ'n." Pike said as he joined Zurn in retrieving the stones. "Wha' is it tha' you wus wantin' t' ask?"
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Wildfire on March 24, 2006, 10:21:54 AM
Zurn throws the crossbow, with a convenient carrying strap, over his back and walks over to the box and and opens it up. He grabs a leather pouch and begins to put some of the bullets into it. Another thought had sprung into his mind, "Oh, Pike..." and he quickly turned to speak with him. As he turned, the bow caught the edge of the bullet box knocking it off of the shelf.

The metal marbles spilled to the floor, bounced and rolled in every possible direction. Zurn's mouth dropped open looking at the metal chaos he just caused. He looks up to Pike and quietly says, "...ah...nevermind...".

Zurn slowly creeps down to his knees and begins to collect the bullets in his hands and putting them in his pouch. "Sorry 'bout tha'. Let me help ye pick these marbles up."
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Johan on March 24, 2006, 10:01:03 AM
"Yar. Jus' help yerself; They be on tha' shelf." Pike indicated the shelf below which the array of slings was hanging. There sat a large, crude wooden box that was filled with sling stones. Next to the box was a stack of small tan leather pouches, each of which looked as though it might accomodate a score of stones.
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Wildfire on March 24, 2006, 09:36:18 AM
"That be sounding right fair ta me...thanks! I'm goin' to try this trigger bow right now. Oh, could I get some sling bullets as well?" Zurn asked raising his left eyebrow.
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Johan on March 24, 2006, 08:51:56 AM
"Take it, lad." Pike answered. "an' 'ere's quiver wi' sum bolts. Use it an' see whut ya think, bring it back if ye don' like it. Fair?"
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Wildfire on March 23, 2006, 06:53:20 PM
Zurn reached out for the the crossbow, "Uh...may I?" Pike handed him the crossbow. He took it and was surprised at how light it was. He had expected it to be heavier. It had been some time since he had gripped one of these. He held it up and looked at it admiring the sturdyness of it. Zurn put the stock up to his shoulder and pretended to fire it and made a *ssshhhh...ttthhhoonk* sound.

At last he said, "Oh, yeah. I be supposin' tha' arrows 'er needed to make this be effective, eh? Is there a place tha' I can shoot this...and not be hurtin' no one...at least here?"
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Johan on March 23, 2006, 03:02:54 PM
"Cost?" Pike echoed, clearly taken aback by such a question. "Nay, lad. Th' Command'r tol' us tha' yer monies be no good 'ere. Insid'a reason, o'course. Ye wan' somthin, ye git it." Pike took a small crossbow from the wall and held it out for Zurn to inpsect [perfectly normal crossbow; if you want a specific design detail, now's the time to describe it]. "Ye'll be wantin a quiver an' some bolts too, yeah?" He asked.
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Wildfire on March 23, 2006, 01:54:00 PM
"Aye tha' I will. So if'n I was ta buy me one o them trigger bows what would it be costin' me?" Zurn asked.

He'd practiced with his father's crossbow in his younger days so that he could protect himself while he was in the fields. The fields of Gorna were reasonably vast enough that one could lose sight of the farm house. This became even more of a concern as the crops grew tall. For a dwarf it doesn't take much for crops to grow tall enough to conceal him. So, Zurn took the crossbow for protection.

He wasn't sure if the crossbow suited him. He was a priest of Ehlonna that grew up in a sleepy farming town. Fighting was still awkward for him. He also thought that if they were indeed going to the Gargan stronghold he'd better be prepared. Crossbows seemed a bit more menacing than a sling. Just having it might seem to rest his nerves. 'Better to have and not need it than need it and not have it' his father would say. Zurn decided that this was a wise approach.
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Johan on March 23, 2006, 01:39:10 PM
"Ahh..." Pike appreciated the flail. "Tha' be one o' them whut come in clear from th' mats'rs o' Greyhawk. Jus' aboot ev'ry las' one o' 'em were sent ou' here from Gorna. We thot they was los'. Ye' keep her squeeky clean too!" Pike showed genuine entusiasm as he inspected Zurn's flail. "Y'd hardly know she saw fight'n at all! Keep her safe, lad, she's worth more'n any tha' I have."
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Wildfire on March 23, 2006, 12:12:38 PM
Zurn raised his eyebrow and pulled out his flail (masterworked) and hands it to Pike. ""Wha' cha be thinkin' 'bout tha' piece o work? Eh...pretty nice it is, wouldn't you agree?"
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Johan on March 23, 2006, 12:08:08 PM
"Yep." Pike responded conversationally. "Th' guards up the walls seem-a like th' big trigger bows. Na much call fer the li'l ones though. I wax 'em new ev'ry munth 'r so, a' least, tha's what I done ba' home. I 'spect I'll do th' same here too. Weap'ns need carin' too, y'know?"
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Wildfire on March 23, 2006, 11:50:15 AM
"Special? Nay...'though...I may be in tha' needin' fer one o them trigger bows. Y'know, jus' in case." Zurn admired the display on the walls...some of the swords were longer than he was tall! "But fer now the sling bullets be doin' me jus' fine."
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Johan on March 23, 2006, 11:03:31 AM
"Make 'em?!?" Pike laughed at the thought. "Ne, lad. I c'n fix 'em, shine 'em, and make 'em sharp, but I'm no maker o' weap'ns. Here, I do but li'l more'n sell 'em. Norm'ly, I would'n ha' so many o' 'em, but wha' happind wus tha' all those caravans tha' got hi-jack't and wen' missin'. More was sent, and then they foun' th' orig'nals, so we ha' quite a stock now. Is there sumpin' special yer lookin' fer?"

I'm not going to bother with my usual extra step of spell checking!  :lol:
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Wildfire on March 23, 2006, 07:23:32 AM
That's damn funny!
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Griznuq on March 23, 2006, 07:22:10 AM
Quote from: green:2c85992549
Heh, half dwarf, three-quarters FAIRY![/color]
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Wildfire on March 22, 2006, 05:23:55 PM
Zurn's eyes widened at the array of weaponry. He'd never seen so many weapons in one room at the same time. He looked to the ceiling to see if Pike had any weapons stashed or mounted up there.

"Oh my stars and gardens..." Zurn said, as his breath was being taken from him by the sight of it all, "...I not be seein' anything like this in all me livin' life. Did ye be makin' all o these weapons?"
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Johan on March 17, 2006, 09:54:09 AM
Zurn surveyed the small shop quickly. It was barely five paces in any direction. It was also cluttered. Not one piece of the room went to waste. Upon the walls were hung countless shelves, which bore all manner of simple weapons. To the right of the door as one entered were the slings and stones that Zurn had been looking at.

The dwarf?s gaze panned the room. Next to the slings was an array of short and long bows. The bows rested horizontally upon sets of peg in the wall, and below them were canisters in which stood countless loose arrows. Short sheaf and long sheaf arrows were naturally organized into their own groups.

This whole corner of the small shop was dedicated to ranged weaponry. Crossbows, light and heavy clung to the wall next to the other bows, and the bolts stood in their own small canisters next to the arrows.

Next to the door that lead to the back room, pikes, spears, and a few other poles adorned racks that served to keep the poles standing. Zurn saw an assortment of spears and a few halberds among the assortment of staves and pikes.

Against the rear wall of the little shop there was a counter from which Pike obviously performed his haggling and selling. Behind that counter, again hanging from the wall, were stacks of small bladed weapons. Daggers, dirks, short swords and the like were displayed there.

On the left wall of the shop, both hanging and sitting upon the floor were swords. In the rear corner of that wall, near to the counter, were long swords, and there were many of them. There were six stacks of long swords: three hung high, and three low. Next to them, as one moved towards the front wall of the shop were larger sword varieties: bastard to claymore. There was even a double-bladed sword hung high on that wall, near the ceiling. Then axes, maces, and flails cluttered the front corner of that wall.

The front wall, to the immediate left as you entered the shop, were weapon accessories, such as bow strings, waxes, sling repair kits, oils and cloths for the care of blades, and such items.

Zurn was amazed at just how effective the space of this small room was used. The curious thought of what must be in the rear room translated errantly through his mind as he took in all the works in the room.
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Wildfire on March 07, 2006, 12:34:40 PM
Zurn shruggs and opens his arms slightly and says, "Ahh, that'n be alright. I didn't much expect tha' ye would 'ave somthin' like tha' anyway. If'n ye dunna mind I'd like ta be tryin' that there bunny hide sling."

Zurn looks around the room and sees...

(Johan, if you would be so kind as to describe the room...)
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Johan on March 07, 2006, 12:26:02 PM
Quote from: wildfire
Zurn looked over the variety of slings and decided that he might need one a bit shorter than a humans. He also wanted it to one to have the design of Ehlonna. Taking out his holy symbol he asks, "Master Pike, by chance do ye have any o' those slings with the sign of The Lady of the Forests, Ehlonna? If not can tha' symbol be stamped on somehow?"


"Ach, sorry, lad. I'm nuthin' of an artist, an' I'm 'fraid that ye'll not be findin' such here in th' hinterlands. I c'n do some minor repairs and make simple arms, but I'm no master crafter to be sure." He looked very apologeticly at the dwarf.
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Wildfire on March 07, 2006, 11:07:30 AM
"Do they work diff'rently at all...rabbit skin as be compared to cow skin? I would imagine not but me be no expert in such things as tanning." Zurn says.

Zurn looked over the variety of slings and decided that he might need one a bit shorter than a humans. He also wanted it to one to have the design of Ehlonna. Taking out his holy symbol he asks, "Master Pike, by chance do ye have any o' those slings with the sign of The Lady of the Forests, Ehlonna? If not can tha' symbol be stamped on somehow?"
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Johan on March 07, 2006, 10:57:38 AM
"Aye, sir. I've slings fer ye. D' ye prefer any partiklur materialz? I've a few-a rabbit and many-a cowhide." As he spoke Pike directed Zurn's attention to a rack hanging from the wall near the entrance. Upon this rack hung an assortment of slings and heavy-looking pouches.
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Wildfire on March 06, 2006, 07:47:47 PM
Zurn takes his hand and grips it good and tight while laughing and remarks, "Well tha' certainly would be a might ambitious o' me now wouldn't it? I suspect tha' if'n I were to buy a human spear it'd all work out tho'! Actually I came looking fer a sling of sorts. It's somethin' I practiced with before and it be a bit more familiar ta me than a bow. Besides, if I should use all o' tha bullets then a stone be workin' jus' fine fer me needs. Arrows be much harder to craft out in tha' wild methinks."

Zurn looks around the armory and says, "Do you have any slings lurkin' about? Say, are you a weaponsmither or an armor maker?"
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Johan on March 06, 2006, 05:13:46 PM
"Plez-a-mee-cha, Master Darkbrew." The burly fellow held his hamfist out to shake Zurn's. "Folks call me Pike, onna count o' I sell 'em, though I suspekt tha' your no' lookin' for a pike, am I right?"
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Wildfire on March 06, 2006, 04:29:35 PM
Zurn fully enters the building and says, "Well good mister, first things first. My name is Zurn Darkbrew. What be yer name?"
Title: Of Roots and Races
Post by: Johan on March 06, 2006, 04:02:03 PM
"Hallo?" A burly voice hailed from beyond an open doorway in the back of the weaponer's. A portly aging fellow with whispy light blond hair emerged from beyond that doorway wiping his thick hands upon a heavy, dirty apron.

"Aye, one o' th' dwaves th' people be talkin' about! Welcome master." The man exclaimed. "What c'n I do fer you?"