Yutwian

Yutwian
Status:	Alive
Guild:	Barbarian
Race:	Gnome
Gender:	Male
Location:	Steelclaw Clan (Ranik Map 66a)

Yutwian formerly taught Barbarians the Badger Dance.

Description

You see Pit Master Yutwian Thalveir, a Gnome Barbarian.
He has ale-brown eyes. His brown hair is short and thick, and is worn loose. He has dark skin.
He is in good shape.

He is wearing a black ironwood belt sheath capped in hammered silver, some reinforced leather boots, some patched leather pants, a dusty grey shirt with rolled-up cuffs, some stained brown leathers, a gnarled and knotted hickory short bow, an ironwood short quiver, a brown leather haversack, a stained brown leather mask and some studded leather gloves.

Conversation Topics

Barb

• Agonar: Yutwian replies, "Yah, he's the one that most of you met when you started along your path, and he's not a bad chap. Has a bit of an ego though, for someone who can't handle an opponent unless he's no more than a yard away."
• Anhh'shre: With a nasty grin, Yutwian relates his favorite anecdote about Anhh'shre. "I was in Ratha one day, had been skewering a few of those moruryn, and stopped in to chat with her while sweating out a few of those pesky stings. Some imbecile swaggered in and asked her about magic. I hear that his spirit spent the entire time whining as those kids were dragging him to an Empath to get his head turned right-side-round again."
• Calenra: Yutwian nods slightly, his expression serious. "Calenra's pretty good with that bow of his." Yutwian chuckles nastily as he continues, "Of course, he's spent most of his life flinging around the longest pieces of wood he can find, be they arrows or spears. If something ever got within dagger range, he'd be hard-pressed to get an arrow off to save his hide."
• Drathrok: Yutwian throws his head back and laughs freely.

"Being strong and tireless in battle is fine, but shrugging off hits because you don't feel them means that you spend time getting healed rather than carousing. I'll stick to being strong and tireless...outside of battle, if you know what I mean."

• Melcorek: Yutwian hisses mockingly before casually hurling a thin blade at the throwing post. "Sss'kra dancsse formsss ussse sssuch ssswift ssstepsss." After a nasty snicker, he continues in a normal tone, "Fast, accurate, and deadly. What more is there in a warrior's life?"
• Mo: With a smirk on his face, Yutwian replies, "Yeah, the infamous creator of Berserk. Did I mention I created cheese?" He chuckles to himself before continuing, "He ain't bad for a big green lug though, even if he does fight like a bull in a pottery shop."
• Mopeliar: Head nodding once in a brief sign of respect, Yutwian responds, "Mopeliar's nasty. Vicious, destructive, barely contained savagery...the darker side of a Barbarian's life. Best to have him on your side in any competition, especially when he's focused."
• Nightlark: Yutwian grins widely as he replies, "An Elven dancer on her toes is a wondrous sight, is it not? Make no mistake though, she'd snap your neck quick as a flash while you sat around flat-footed, if you were foolish enough to ask her about being on her toes."
• Raellia: Lips twisting into a sneer of contempt, Yutwian demonstrates his thoughts on his predecessor with an eloquent spit of disgust.
• Sathralor: Yutwian carefully wipes a grin off his face. "Mother didn't raise any stupid kids, just me and my siblings. Sathralor is a Prydaen warrior who you'll never see until she wants you to, and by then the hunt is over."
• Stumara: Yutwian growls at you in annoyance, "Speak Common and make it clear, damn your eyes!"

(This is the default "I don't understand" messaging for Yutwian)

• T'Kiel: Yutwian's demeanor changes slightly at the mention of T'Kiel's name. When he speaks, his tone is one of utmost sincerity. "T'Kiel is a fine lady, and a true warrior. She carries herself with grace not only here in her Guildhall, but on the battlefield as well. I can think of no one I would rather be around when watching you lummoxes wander in and out of her Guildhall. I count myself lucky to be here, very lucky indeed." His voice trails off as a gentle smile crosses his lips and his eyes gaze off into the distance.
• Tusfaov: Rolling his eyes at you, Yutwian responds, "The brilliant strategist, the master tactitian, the golden boy of M'riss. Blah blah blah. He spends too much time with his nose stuck in his books."
• Uthranalak: Yutwian shrugs, checking the edge of his hatchet before replying, "Cave Dwarf, I tell you. Short of Nightlark though, he's the best-trained of any of us at controlling the fire that burns in our hearts."

Non-Barb

• Agonar: Yutwian glances at you scornfully. "Don't bother me until you've made combat your life. Agonar can help you start. I won't."
• Anhh'shre: With a sneering grin, Yutwian relates his favorite anecdote about Anhh'shre. "I was in Ratha one day and stopped in to chat with her for a bit. Some imbecile who looked remarkably like you swaggered in and asked her about magic. I hear that his spirit spent the entire time whining as those kids were dragging him to an Empath to get his head turned right-side-round again. Maybe you should go ask her yourself."
• Calenra: Gazing coolly at you, Yutwian responds in an arrogant tone, "Olensari mihmanan aren't the only things that can use body parts as heavy thrown weapons. Calenra would rip off your arm and sling it right back at you."
• Drathrok: Yutwian stares fixedly at you as his body trembles slightly. his breathing deepens as his muscles flex, body beginning to surge with strength. his hands are a blur as a hammered silver throwing dagger flashes to the post, spearing completely through the wood, the point emerging from the opposite side.
• Melcorek: With a sober expression on his face, Yutwian speaks to you with great earnestness and sincerity. "Melcorek strikes with speed and precision. He is the epitome of an efficient warrior. You who are wasting my time, are most decidedly not. Run along now."
• Mo: Yutwian replies with a sneer, "Go do something useful, eh? Spread your fingers out on that post down there so I can work on my accuracy. Mo would do it, but he's fearless. You, you're just taking up space."
• Mopeliar: Shaking his head at you, Yutwian responds, "You don't need to ask about him. Run back to your cushy guildhall and don't try my patience asking about a warrior who'd rip your throat out with his teeth before you could beg for mercy."
• Nightlark: Glancing at you with a flat expression, Yutwian responds in a bored tone.
• Raellia: Eyes going flat in an expression of disgust, Yutwian plucks a dagger from his sheath to clean his nails, ignoring you entirely.
• Sathralor: With a barely contained grin, Yutwian suggests in tones of near-honesty, "You may be just the playtoy that Sathralor might be looking for. You could try walking over and asking her if she'd like a ball of yarn to play with. Don't bother mentioning my name though, wouldn't do you any good. Nope, none at all."
• Stumara: Yutwian growls at you in annoyance, "Speak Common and make it clear, damn your eyes!"

(This is the default "I don't understand" messaging for Yutwian)

• T'Kiel: Yutwian's demeanor changes slightly at the mention of T'Kiel's name. When he speaks, his tone is one of cold precision. "You. Do. Not. Speak. HER. Name." Never taking his icy gaze from yours, his hands are a blur as three hammered silver throwing daggers suddenly appear in the target post, buried quite deeply into the wood.
• Tusfaov: Rolling his eyes at you, Yutwian responds, "Tell you what. You go talk to a Guildmaster about dedicating your life to combat, then you study the intricacies of group warfare for a few decades. Then, and only then, can you hope to talk about Tusfaov."
• Uthranalak: Yutwian glances at you and shakes his head silently, not even deigning to respond.