Rhadyn's warrior's tale

Arpia gazes at you.

You nod to Arpia.

Arpia asks you, "Are you ready to tell your story?"

You stand back up.

Arpia takes a seat near a hot burning fire contained by a strange metal contraption.

You gruffly say, "I am."

You are Stomper Rhadyn GryphonHyt, Bearded Lion of M'Riss, a Dwarven Barbarian.
You have mismatched eyes, one silver and the other gold. Your grey hair is long and thick, and is worn untamed. You have copper skin.
Your face and torso are painted with dragons soaring over worn mountain ranges in deep gold warpaint.
You are mature.
You have a glossy mustache that glides over your upper lip before twining into a lush, belly-sweeping beard.
The beard is tamed into several braids banded with transparent icesteel rings, the central plait graced with a magnificent molten-core diamond.
Your forearm has a tattoo of a kertig boulder carved with the words, "DWARVES ROCK".
You are in good shape.
You are holding a beaten-bronze Dwarven shield in your left.
You are wearing a Dwarven greathelm mounted with thunder ram horns, a kyanite gwethdesuan, thin silver spectacles, a dull serpent earcuff, a dull serpent earcuff, a fierce chakrel wolverine amulet hung from a strip of braided leather, a simple wooden medallion, a black hooded Dwarven battle cloak painted with the image of a white firebird, a studded toolstrap with black jasper beading, a wide leather toolstrap with braided cord ties, a burnished toolstrap with bronze plating and leather ties, a small green ribbon embroidered with the Dwarven sigil for prosperity, a brass pin, a leather toolbag painted with dancing Dwarves, a damite-reinforced Dwarven weapon harness embossed with the image of a firebird, a blackened chainmail axe harness, a supple black leucro hide pack clasped with a gleaming silver fang, a silver Stomper's jersey, a stone grey cotton tunic adorned with the image of a lone Dwarven miner, a loose white muslin tunic embroidered with Dwarven axes, a matte silver bracelet engraved with a Dwarven blacksmith, a curved skinning blade with an antler hilt, a darkened leather-wrapped parry stick tooled with interlocking ravens, a pair of black mesh handguards, a bloody steel ring bearing the crest of the Barbarian Guild, a Dwarven utility belt, a wide Dwarven mining belt of sturdy worn leather , a lumpy bundle, a blued steel Dwarven hunting garniture inlaid with ivory plates, a stone-grey tobacco pouch with a miniature pickaxe toggle, a kertig warhorn engraved with the Barbarians' Guild crest, a grey and red tartan kilt clasped with a blackened iron raven, an expertly tooled thigh sheath embossed with a burning phoenix, a black leather warrior's quiver embossed with the image of a firebird and some iron-shod black leather Dwarven stomping boots with iron-spiked toes.

You gruffly say, "As many of you know I am Rhadyn the Dwarb. Oldest of the dwarven barbarians still walking this land."

You gruffly say, "I am here to tell my tale."

You gruffly say, "But I will keep it short. Let's begin."

You draw out your Dwarven warsword from the weapon harness, gripping it firmly in your right hand.

You solemnly say, "Many years ago, my father, Svor of the Biter Clan, fell in love with a Rose Clan lass."

You painfully say, "Their love was forbidden but my birth came none the less."

You gruffly say, "I never knew my mother as I grew up in Forfedhdar, but my father, being a paladin, taught me about honor, loyalty, and character."

You gruffly say, "When I was a kakhal, my father gave me three things."

You gruffly say, "His dwarven warsword."

You do an impressive display of agility with your warsword, spinning it up into the air in a flashing arc before neatly catching it and restoring your grip on it with a grin.

You gruffly say, "His dwarven plate armor."

You tap some Dwarven plate armor that you are wearing with the tip of your Dwarven warsword.

You gruffly say, "And his dwarven battle cloak."

You rub a black hooded Dwarven battle cloak painted with the image of a white firebird.

You confidently say, "As you can see he had our family symbol painted on my cloak. The firebird."

You gruffly say, "He tasked me to set out across the Himineldar Shel, going east and north to Zoluren."

You stroke your beard in thoughtful contemplation.

You gruffly say, "It was in the Crossing where I first met Agonar."

You gruffly say, "He instructed me in the ways of the Barbarian and about the strength we alone carry. Our inner fire."

You gruffly say, "This was before his betrayal of me to Callava and the S'lai assassins."

You make a disgusting grunting noise. You manage to impart a certain incredulous quality to it.

You gruffly say, "Now I battle to cull the beasts of the wild and invaders of civilization and train new recruits up in the ways of the barbarian."

You matter-of-factly say, "I quickly learned that my fire increased with the blood of each kill which harkens the battle cry, "Blood for Fire."

You gruffly say, "It is for my father and my guild that I accept a brand with my family symbol and my battle cry."

You excitedly exclaim, "The firebird with the motto "Blood for Fire"!"

You kneel down upon the ground.

You quietly say, "Bring the pain."

You duck your head.

You lean on your warsword.

You sheathe the Dwarven warsword in your weapon harness.

Squanto lets out a loud "Huzzah!" for you!

Caidie leans forward.

Caidie leans forward and rests her chin in her hand, a thoughtful expression on her face.

You work your way out of some Dwarven plate armor.

You put your armor in your leucro hide pack.

Chuno lets out a loud "Huzzah!" for you!

Caidie lets out a loud "Huzzah!" for you!

Riverlynn looks at you and applauds!

You draw out your Dwarven warsword from the weapon harness, gripping it firmly in your right hand.

Squanto chants in a contrabass voice:

"Strip strip strip"

Hammerfist grins.

Kja looks at you and lets out a hearty cheer on your behalf!

You lean on your warsword.

Everics chuckles.

Caidie laughs at Squanto.

Riverlynn laughs at Squanto.

Drunstan chuckles.

Arpia chuckles.

Dreaderic looks at you and lets out a hearty cheer on your behalf!

Arpia stands up.

Feltzer looks at you and lets out a hearty cheer on your behalf!

Caraamon looks at you and lets out a hearty cheer on your behalf!

Feltzer chuckles.

Arpia gazes thoughtfully at you.

Caidie exclaims to you, "Tuck the beard away!"

You nod.

Hammerfist says, "Careful with that thing around the fire."

Arpia takes a firm grasp of your shoulder and turns you away from her.

You softly say, "Don't scorch the beard please."

Hammerfist nods to you.

Everics says, "If you thought the burnt tog smell was rough, the hair burning would be way worse."

You quiver.

Caidie snickers at Everics.

Riverlynn nods at Everics, obviously agreeing with his views.

Arpia places the last rod she used back into the fire to reheat and draws forth a different one.

Chuno chuckles.

A tear runs down your face.

Squanto shakes his head at you.

Squanto says, "Don't you dare."

Caidie snickers at you.

Drunstan chuckles.

Chuno cackles!

Caidie pats you on the back.

You quietly say, "For you father."

Chuno deeply says, "Oh my."

Riverlynn smiles.

Arpia starts on your left shoulder and begins to draw the design in your flesh with the burning hot tip.

Dreaderic chuckles.

Squanto sniffs the air around him.

Dreaderic smiles at you.

You fall forward, landing on your face!

You shake off the stun.

Squanto sniffs the air around him.

Squanto sniffs the air around him.

Caidie says to you, "Barb up man. it only hurts a bunch."

Chuno deeply says, "That's one of the funniest things I've ever seen."

Caidie snickers at you.

Caidie pats you on the back.

You sit up.

You shake your head.

Caidie whispers something to Riverlynn.

Hammerfist smiles at you.

You feel a bit weak in the knees and find yourself wobbling.

Drunstan pats you on the back.

Riverlynn whispers something to Caidie.

Nimthiriel leans back against Hammerfist with a loving smile.

Arpia's focus is on you back as she works the pattern of scored flesh downward.

The smell of burning flesh fills the air.

Caidie knits her eyebrows together in a thoughtful frown.

Riverlynn wrinkles her nose.

You gnash your terrible teeth.

Caidie says, "Sweet mercy..."

Kja leans over and scratches Dreaderic's back.

Caidie reaches down and rubs your left hand.

You cringe.

You feel a burning sensation as Arpia works on your brand.

Nimthiriel slowly empties her lungs.

Nimthiriel leans back against Hammerfist with a loving smile.

Caidie gazes at you in awe.

Your muscles ripple and your veins begin to stick out as you tighten your grip on your Dwarven warsword.

Squanto nods to you.

You gaze upward.

Caidie gnaws on her lip.

Riverlynn leans over and whispers, "You are doing great."

As Arpia fishes the design created in on your flesh, your eyes roll back in your head and you feel the world fade away into blackness.

Squanto lets out a loud "Huzzah!"

You regain consciousness.

You glare at Riverlynn.

{Everyone cheers and whatnot}

Arpia slides the rod back into the fire, letting that clense it.

Caidie exclaims, "Amazing!"

You rise to a kneeling position.

The blackness surrounding you slowly fades away as you regain consciousness.

You bow to Arpia.

You stand back up.

You are Stomper Rhadyn GryphonHyt, Bearded Lion of M'Riss, a Dwarven Barbarian.
You have mismatched eyes, one silver and the other gold. Your grey hair is long and thick, and is worn untamed. You have copper skin.
Your face and torso are painted with dragons soaring over worn mountain ranges in deep gold warpaint.
You are mature.
You have a glossy mustache that glides over your upper lip before twining into a lush, belly-sweeping beard.
The beard is tamed into several braids banded with transparent icesteel rings, the central plait graced with a magnificent molten-core diamond.
Your forearm has a tattoo of a kertig boulder carved with the words, "DWARVES ROCK".
Stretching between your shoulders are the wings of a splendid firebird, each plume scared into the flesh to create an intricate pattern. The feathers blend downward into the shape of flames as if spreading hungrily down your back. Where the marks come back together they form the words "Blood for Fire" in irregular angry red lines.
You are in good shape.
You are holding a Dwarven warsword in your right hand and a beaten-bronze Dwarven shield in your left. You are wearing a Dwarven greathelm mounted with thunder ram horns, a kyanite gwethdesuan, thin silver spectacles, a dull serpent earcuff, a dull serpent earcuff, a fierce chakrel wolverine amulet hung from a strip of braided leather, a simple wooden medallion, a black hooded Dwarven battle cloak painted with the image of a white firebird, a studded toolstrap with black jasper beading, a wide leather toolstrap with braided cord ties, a burnished toolstrap with bronze plating and leather ties, a small green ribbon embroidered with the Dwarven sigil for prosperity, a brass pin, a leather toolbag painted with dancing Dwarves, a damite-reinforced Dwarven weapon harness embossed with the image of a firebird, a blackened chainmail axe harness, a supple black leucro hide pack clasped with a gleaming silver fang, a silver Stomper's jersey, a stone grey cotton tunic adorned with the image of a lone Dwarven miner, a loose white muslin tunic embroidered with Dwarven axes, a matte silver bracelet engraved with a Dwarven blacksmith, a curved skinning blade with an antler hilt, a darkened leather-wrapped parry stick tooled with interlocking ravens, a pair of black mesh handguards, a bloody steel ring bearing the crest of the Barbarian Guild, a Dwarven utility belt, a wide Dwarven mining belt of sturdy worn leather , a lumpy bundle, a blued steel Dwarven hunting garniture inlaid with ivory plates, a stone-grey tobacco pouch with a miniature pickaxe toggle, a kertig warhorn engraved with the Barbarians' Guild crest, a grey and red tartan kilt clasped with a blackened iron raven, an expertly tooled thigh sheath embossed with a burning phoenix, a black leather warrior's quiver embossed with the image of a firebird and some iron-shod black leather Dwarven stomping boots with iron-spiked toes.