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	An old dwarf, a raggedly undulating scar across his cheek, shadowed hazel eyes and a scale-etched ka'hurst nose ring resembling a viper hooked through the left side of his nose. Bald he was, with dark skin, his face painted with a skull in fresh verdigris warpaint. His thick mustache was full , and he wore a full beard that was split into thirds and woven into three thick braids that hung down to his waist. Wound around each beard plait was a wide kertig ring graced with a fractured spear of night black zephyr's heart. His forearm sported a tattoo of a skeletal hand wreathed in red flames.		An old dwarf, a raggedly undulating scar across his cheek, shadowed hazel eyes and a scale-etched ka'hurst nose ring resembling a viper hooked through the left side of his nose. Bald he was, with dark skin, his face painted with a skull in fresh verdigris warpaint. His thick mustache was full , and he wore a full beard that was split into thirds and woven into three thick braids that hung down to his waist. Wound around each beard plait was a wide kertig ring graced with a fractured spear of night black zephyr's heart. His forearm sported a tattoo of a skeletal hand wreathed in red flames.

	He was wearing a ~~barbarian's black~~ eyepatch ~~covered in vulture feathers to simulate a bird of prey~~, some thick gold hoop earrings, a dark dragonwood beer barrel with onyx-hide straps, a formidably spiked Dwarven iron pauldron secured by crossbody leather straps, a dark iron armlet engraved with aged symbols and inset with an etched crystalline sphere, a black leather vest with anchor-shaped gold buttons, an agonite dragon's talon clutching a chakrel globe~~, a sleeping sungold dragon curled around a huge orb of green and blue starglass~~, a dark snakeskin baldric fastened with a ka'hurst river boa buckle, a broad-bladed Dwarven iron voulge with a stout hickory haft, a fitted heretic black satin shirt with silversteel buttons~~, a soiled silk doublet~~, an intricate kertig bracelet studded with an ivory owl, a Dwarven iron bracer studded with kertig spikes~~, a gold ring, a Musparan silk belt sash with a tunneler's axe and a boarding axe hanging from it, a purple turnip-shaped gem pouch topped with verdant wool leaves~~, a soft leather sporran dangling a trio of brass-capped tassels, a blood-red leather war kilt tooled with Trothfang's centaur, a miniature oak keg with riveted Dwarven iron hoops and some Dwarven stomping boots crafted with black leather and steel soles.		He was wearing a eyepatch, some thick gold hoop earrings, a dark dragonwood beer barrel with onyx-hide straps, a formidably spiked Dwarven iron pauldron secured by crossbody leather straps, a dark iron armlet engraved with aged symbols and inset with an etched crystalline sphere, a black leather vest with anchor-shaped gold buttons, an agonite dragon's talon clutching a chakrel globe, a dark snakeskin baldric fastened with a ka'hurst river boa buckle, a broad-bladed Dwarven iron voulge with a stout hickory haft, a fitted heretic black satin shirt with silversteel buttons, an intricate kertig bracelet studded with an ivory owl, a Dwarven iron bracer studded with kertig spikes, a soft leather sporran dangling a trio of brass-capped tassels, a blood-red leather war kilt tooled with Trothfang's centaur, a miniature oak keg with riveted Dwarven iron hoops and some Dwarven stomping boots crafted with black leather and steel soles.

	Altogether a fine looking fella, he was.		Altogether a fine looking fella, he was.

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	I am Karturis the Dwarf. Folks call me Kart. My future is more clear to me than my past. I was born, so I am told, on the 28th day of the 9th month of Dolefaren the Brigantine in the year of the Iron Toad, 305 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer. A hairpin is the sole item I have to remind me of my parents. Ma put it in my hand just before she pushed me off the wagon that day on Clanthew Boulevard.		I am Karturis the Dwarf. Folks call me Kart. My future is more clear to me than my past. I was born, so I am told, on the 28th day of the 9th month of Dolefaren the Brigantine in the year of the Iron Toad, 305 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer. A hairpin is the sole item I have to remind me of my parents. Ma put it in my hand just before she pushed me off the wagon that day on Clanthew Boulevard. I ask for the Favor of Everild. I have never seen a weapon I didn't admire, and my home is filled with those silent friends.
	I ask for the Favor of Everild. I have never seen a weapon I didn't admire, and my home is filled with those silent friends.

			Recently I had occasion to look over the side from my Brigantine, the Open Grave, and this is who I saw staring back.
⚫	~~Recently~~ I ~~had~~ ~~occasion~~ to ~~look~~ ~~over~~ ~~the~~ ~~side~~ ~~from~~ my ~~Brigantine,~~ ~~the~~ ~~Open~~ ~~Grave,~~ ~~and~~ ~~this~~ is ~~who~~ I ~~saw~~ ~~staring~~ ~~back.~~ An ~~old~~ ~~dwarf~~ ~~with~~ an ~~undulating~~ ~~scar~~ ~~across~~ his ~~cheek~~ ~~from~~ a ~~slash~~ he ~~must~~ ~~have~~ ~~failed~~ ~~to dodge.~~ His mustache was ~~long~~, and ~~his~~ ~~beard~~ a full ~~one,~~ split into thirds, and woven into three thick braids ~~hanging~~ down to his waist. Wound around each of beard plait was a wide kertig ring graced with a fractured spear of night black zephyr's heart. His forearm ~~was~~ ~~graced with~~ a tattoo of a skeletal hand wreathed in red flames~~. He wore a faded coat of War paint just then, one of the identifying marks of his Guild~~.

		⚫	An old dwarf, a raggedly undulating scar across his cheek, shadowed hazel eyes and a scale-etched ka'hurst nose ring resembling a viper hooked through the left side of his nose. Bald he was, with dark skin, his face painted with a skull in fresh verdigris warpaint. His thick mustache was full , and he wore a full beard that was split into thirds and woven into three thick braids that hung down to his waist. Wound around each beard plait was a wide kertig ring graced with a fractured spear of night black zephyr's heart. His forearm sported a tattoo of a skeletal hand wreathed in red flames.
⚫	He was wearing a barbarian's black eyepatch covered in vulture feathers to simulate a bird of prey, some thick gold hoop earrings, a dark dragonwood beer barrel with onyx-hide straps~~, a sleek black longcoat with seaglass buttons~~, a formidably spiked Dwarven iron pauldron secured by crossbody leather straps, a dark iron armlet engraved with aged symbols and inset with an etched crystalline sphere, a black leather vest with anchor-shaped gold buttons, an agonite dragon's talon clutching a chakrel globe, a sleeping sungold dragon curled around a huge orb of green and blue starglass, a dark snakeskin baldric fastened with a ka'hurst river boa buckle, a fitted heretic black satin shirt with silversteel buttons, an intricate kertig bracelet studded with an ivory owl, a gold ring, a Musparan silk belt sash with a ~~boarding~~ axe and a ~~tunneler's~~ axe hanging from it, a ~~soft~~ ~~leather~~ ~~sporran~~ ~~dangling~~ a ~~trio~~ of ~~brass-capped~~ ~~tassels~~, a ~~purple~~ ~~turnip-shaped~~ ~~gem~~ ~~pouch~~ ~~topped~~ ~~with~~ ~~verdant~~ ~~wool~~ ~~leaves~~, a blood-red leather war kilt tooled with Trothfang's centaur, a miniature oak keg with riveted Dwarven iron hoops and some Dwarven stomping boots crafted with black leather and steel soles.

		⚫	He was wearing a barbarian's black eyepatch covered in vulture feathers to simulate a bird of prey, some thick gold hoop earrings, a dark dragonwood beer barrel with onyx-hide straps, a formidably spiked Dwarven iron pauldron secured by crossbody leather straps, a dark iron armlet engraved with aged symbols and inset with an etched crystalline sphere, a black leather vest with anchor-shaped gold buttons, an agonite dragon's talon clutching a chakrel globe, a sleeping sungold dragon curled around a huge orb of green and blue starglass, a dark snakeskin baldric fastened with a ka'hurst river boa buckle, a broad-bladed Dwarven iron voulge with a stout hickory haft, a fitted heretic black satin shirt with silversteel buttons, a soiled silk doublet, an intricate kertig bracelet studded with an ivory owl, a Dwarven iron bracer studded with kertig spikes, a gold ring, a Musparan silk belt sash with a tunneler's axe and a boarding axe hanging from it, a purple turnip-shaped gem pouch topped with verdant wool leaves, a soft leather sporran dangling a trio of brass-capped tassels, a blood-red leather war kilt tooled with Trothfang's centaur, a miniature oak keg with riveted Dwarven iron hoops and some Dwarven stomping boots crafted with black leather and steel soles.

	Altogether a fine looking fella, he was.		Altogether a fine looking fella, he was.

MANGHAC1 at 01:25, 5 February 2024

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	I am Karturis the Dwarf. Folks call me Kart. My future is more clear to me than my past. I was born, so I am told, on the 28th day of the 9th month of Dolefaren the Brigantine in the year of the Iron Toad, 305 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer. A hairpin is the sole item I have to remind me of my parents. Ma put it in my hand just before she pushed me off the wagon that day on Clanthew Boulevard.		I am Karturis the Dwarf. Folks call me Kart. My future is more clear to me than my past. I was born, so I am told, on the 28th day of the 9th month of Dolefaren the Brigantine in the year of the Iron Toad, 305 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer. A hairpin is the sole item I have to remind me of my parents. Ma put it in my hand just before she pushed me off the wagon that day on Clanthew Boulevard.
	I ask for the Favor of Everild. I have never seen a weapon I didn't admire, and my home is filled with those silent friends.		I ask for the Favor of Everild. I have never seen a weapon I didn't admire, and my home is filled with those silent friends.
	I was a member of The Order of the Black Fox for years, and must say that the Order helped me learn and appreciate the ways of other races and professions.

	Recently I had occasion to look over the side from my Brigantine, the Open Grave, and this is who I saw staring back. An old dwarf with an undulating scar across his cheek from a slash he must have failed to dodge. His mustache was long, and his beard a full one, split into thirds, and woven into three thick braids hanging down to his waist. Wound around each of beard plait was a wide kertig ring graced with a fractured spear of night black zephyr's heart. His forearm was graced with a tattoo of a skeletal hand wreathed in red flames. He wore a faded coat of ~~Warpaint~~ just then, one of the identifying marks of his Guild.		Recently I had occasion to look over the side from my Brigantine, the Open Grave, and this is who I saw staring back. An old dwarf with an undulating scar across his cheek from a slash he must have failed to dodge. His mustache was long, and his beard a full one, split into thirds, and woven into three thick braids hanging down to his waist. Wound around each of beard plait was a wide kertig ring graced with a fractured spear of night black zephyr's heart. His forearm was graced with a tattoo of a skeletal hand wreathed in red flames. He wore a faded coat of War paint just then, one of the identifying marks of his Guild.

			He was wearing a barbarian's black eyepatch covered in vulture feathers to simulate a bird of prey, some thick gold hoop earrings, a dark dragonwood beer barrel with onyx-hide straps, a sleek black longcoat with seaglass buttons, a formidably spiked Dwarven iron pauldron secured by crossbody leather straps, a dark iron armlet engraved with aged symbols and inset with an etched crystalline sphere, a black leather vest with anchor-shaped gold buttons, an agonite dragon's talon clutching a chakrel globe, a sleeping sungold dragon curled around a huge orb of green and blue starglass, a dark snakeskin baldric fastened with a ka'hurst river boa buckle, a fitted heretic black satin shirt with silversteel buttons, an intricate kertig bracelet studded with an ivory owl, a gold ring, a Musparan silk belt sash with a boarding axe and a tunneler's axe hanging from it, a soft leather sporran dangling a trio of brass-capped tassels, a purple turnip-shaped gem pouch topped with verdant wool leaves, a blood-red leather war kilt tooled with Trothfang's centaur, a miniature oak keg with riveted Dwarven iron hoops and some Dwarven stomping boots crafted with black leather and steel soles.
	He was wearing a crimson leather mask set with a mohawk fashioned from iron spikes, a light plate sallet with hollowed bone horns, an elongated steel hairpin, a barbarian's black eyepatch covered in vulture feathers to simulate a bird of prey, some thick gold hoop earrings, an onyx nose stud, a gold and ivory pendant of a brigantine with billowing sails, a sleek black longcoat with seaglass buttons, a black leather vest with anchor-shaped gold buttons and a helei leather weapon harness with a heavy flame-tongue warsword and a tunneler's axe secured to it.

			Altogether a fine looking fella, he was.
	Over his shoulder he wore a broad-bladed Dwarven iron voulge with a stout hickory haft. He bore a gladiator's combat kit of hardened leather with carved dragonwood toggles, a fitted heretic black satin shirt with silversteel buttons, a Dwarven iron bracer studded with kertig spikes, a gold ring, a purple turnip-shaped gem pouch topped with verdant wool leaves, a blood-red leather war kilt tooled with Trothfang's centaur, a miniature oak keg with riveted Dwarven iron hoops and some Dwarven stomping boots crafted with black leather and steel soles. Altogether a fine looking fella, he was.

	Food and drink of every flavor and smell are my friends. Cheese and turnips are fuel from the gods, and frequent mugs of Dwarven ale help me see the way of it all.		Food and drink of every flavor and smell are my friends. Cheese and turnips are fuel from the gods, and frequent mugs of Dwarven ale help me see the way of it all.

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	I am Karturis the Dwarf. Folks call me Kart. My future is more clear to me than my past. I was born, so I am told, on the 28th day of the 9th month of Dolefaren the Brigantine ~~(ship)~~ in the year of the Iron Toad, 305 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer. A hairpin is the sole item I have to remind me of my parents. Ma put it in my hand just before she pushed me off the wagon that day on Clanthew Boulevard.		I am Karturis the Dwarf. Folks call me Kart. My future is more clear to me than my past. I was born, so I am told, on the 28th day of the 9th month of Dolefaren the Brigantine in the year of the Iron Toad, 305 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer. A hairpin is the sole item I have to remind me of my parents. Ma put it in my hand just before she pushed me off the wagon that day on Clanthew Boulevard.
	I ask for the Favor of Everild. I have never seen a weapon I didn't admire, and my home is filled with those silent friends.		I ask for the Favor of Everild. I have never seen a weapon I didn't admire, and my home is filled with those silent friends.
	I am a member of The Order of the Black Fox, and must say that the Order ~~has~~ helped me learn and appreciate the ways of other races and professions ~~and to accept why other guilds teach magic~~.		I was a member of The Order of the Black Fox for years, and must say that the Order helped me learn and appreciate the ways of other races and professions.

		⚫	Recently I had occasion to look over the side from my Brigantine, the Open Grave, and this is who I saw staring back. An old dwarf with an undulating scar across his cheek from a slash he must have failed to dodge. His mustache was long, and his beard a full one, split into thirds, and woven into three thick braids hanging down to his waist. Wound around each of beard plait was a wide kertig ring graced with a fractured spear of night black zephyr's heart. His forearm was graced with a tattoo of a skeletal hand wreathed in red flames. He wore a faded coat of Warpaint just then, one of the identifying marks of his Guild.
	Recently I had occasion to look over the side from the Open Grave, a Brig I luckily once acquired. Here is what I recall seeing staring back at me.
⚫	A ~~Handsome~~ old dwarf, with an undulating scar across his cheek from a slash he must have failed to dodge. His mustache was long, and his beard a full one, split into thirds, and woven into three thick braids hanging down to his waist. Wound around each of beard plait was a wide kertig ring graced with a fractured spear of night black zephyr's heart. His forearm was graced with a tattoo of a skeletal hand wreathed in red flames.
⚫	He ~~was~~ ~~wearing~~ a ~~barbarian's~~ ~~black~~ ~~eyepatch~~ ~~covered~~ in ~~vulture~~ ~~feathers to simulate~~ a ~~bird~~ of ~~prey,~~ ~~some~~ ~~thick~~ ~~gold~~ ~~hoop~~ ~~earrings,~~ a ~~square~~ ~~cast~~ ~~iron~~ ~~skillet~~ with a ~~darkened oak~~ ~~handle~~, a fitted heretic black satin shirt with silversteel buttons, a Dwarven iron bracer studded with kertig spikes~~, a grimy steel ring bearing the crest of the Barbarians' guild~~, a gold ring, a ~~tasseled~~ ~~indigo~~ ~~silk~~ ~~sash,~~ ~~a Dwarven iron skinning knife~~ with a ~~mikkhalbamar~~ ~~hilt~~, a ~~soft~~ leather ~~sporran~~ ~~dangling~~ a ~~trio~~ of ~~brass-capped tassels, a Redthorne tartan kilt~~, a miniature oak keg with riveted Dwarven iron hoops and some Dwarven stomping boots crafted with black leather and steel soles.
	Altogether a fine looking fella, I must admit.

			He was wearing a crimson leather mask set with a mohawk fashioned from iron spikes, a light plate sallet with hollowed bone horns, an elongated steel hairpin, a barbarian's black eyepatch covered in vulture feathers to simulate a bird of prey, some thick gold hoop earrings, an onyx nose stud, a gold and ivory pendant of a brigantine with billowing sails, a sleek black longcoat with seaglass buttons, a black leather vest with anchor-shaped gold buttons and a helei leather weapon harness with a heavy flame-tongue warsword and a tunneler's axe secured to it.
	As I have said to all who listen to my ramblings, I especially enjoy cheese and turnips. Cheese keeps well in a barrel, and turnips, favored by my Tog friends, are tasty and will perhaps make me taller some day. When awake, the variety of beverages offered everywhere are appreciated, and the enjoyment they offer has yielded a modest collection of flasks, all used, that bear the memories of good ale.

		⚫	Over his shoulder he wore a broad-bladed Dwarven iron voulge with a stout hickory haft. He bore a gladiator's combat kit of hardened leather with carved dragonwood toggles, a fitted heretic black satin shirt with silversteel buttons, a Dwarven iron bracer studded with kertig spikes, a gold ring, a purple turnip-shaped gem pouch topped with verdant wool leaves, a blood-red leather war kilt tooled with Trothfang's centaur, a miniature oak keg with riveted Dwarven iron hoops and some Dwarven stomping boots crafted with black leather and steel soles. Altogether a fine looking fella, he was.
⚫	Speaking of ~~beverages~~, I must be away now for a wee drop. Perhaps my ~~past~~ will be more clear to me ~~after~~ ~~ale~~.

			Food and drink of every flavor and smell are my friends. Cheese and turnips are fuel from the gods, and frequent mugs of Dwarven ale help me see the way of it all.
		⚫	Speaking of ale, I must be away now for a wee drop. Perhaps my way will be more clear after a few drinks.
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	I am Karturis the Dwarf. Folks call me Kart. My future is more clear to me than my past. I was born, so I am told, on the 28th day of the 9th month of Dolefaren the Brigantine (ship) in the year of the Iron Toad, 305 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer. A hairpin is the sole item I have to remind me of my parents. Ma put it in my hand just before she pushed me off the wagon that day on Clanthew Boulevard.		I am Karturis the Dwarf. Folks call me Kart. My future is more clear to me than my past. I was born, so I am told, on the 28th day of the 9th month of Dolefaren the Brigantine (ship) in the year of the Iron Toad, 305 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer. A hairpin is the sole item I have to remind me of my parents. Ma put it in my hand just before she pushed me off the wagon that day on Clanthew Boulevard.
	I ask for the Favor of Everild. I have never seen a weapon I didn't admire, and my ~~room in the Crossing Guild hall~~ is filled by those silent friends.		I ask for the Favor of Everild. I have never seen a weapon I didn't admire, and my home is filled with those silent friends.
	I am a member of The Order of the Black Fox, and must say that the Order has helped me learn and appreciate the ways of other races and professions and to accept why other guilds teach magic..		I am a member of The Order of the Black Fox, and must say that the Order has helped me learn and appreciate the ways of other races and professions and to accept why other guilds teach magic.

	Recently I had occasion to look over the side from the Open Grave, a ~~Brigantine~~ I luckily once acquired. Here is what I recall seeing staring back at me.		Recently I had occasion to look over the side from the Open Grave, a Brig I luckily once acquired. Here is what I recall seeing staring back at me.
	A Handsome old dwarf, with an undulating scar across his cheek from a slash he must have failed to dodge. His mustache was long, and his beard a full one, split into thirds, and woven into three thick braids hanging down to his waist. Wound around each of beard plait was a wide kertig ring graced with a fractured spear of night black zephyr's heart. His forearm was graced with a tattoo of a skeletal hand wreathed in red flames.		A Handsome old dwarf, with an undulating scar across his cheek from a slash he must have failed to dodge. His mustache was long, and his beard a full one, split into thirds, and woven into three thick braids hanging down to his waist. Wound around each of beard plait was a wide kertig ring graced with a fractured spear of night black zephyr's heart. His forearm was graced with a tattoo of a skeletal hand wreathed in red flames.
	He was wearing a barbarian's black eyepatch covered in vulture feathers to simulate a bird of prey, some thick gold hoop earrings, a square cast iron skillet with a darkened oak handle, a fitted heretic black satin shirt with silversteel buttons, a Dwarven iron bracer studded with kertig spikes, a grimy steel ring bearing the crest of the Barbarians' guild, a gold ring, a tasseled indigo silk sash, a Dwarven iron skinning knife with a mikkhalbamar hilt, a soft leather sporran dangling a trio of brass-capped tassels, a Redthorne tartan kilt, a miniature oak keg with riveted Dwarven iron hoops and some Dwarven stomping boots crafted with black leather and steel soles.		He was wearing a barbarian's black eyepatch covered in vulture feathers to simulate a bird of prey, some thick gold hoop earrings, a square cast iron skillet with a darkened oak handle, a fitted heretic black satin shirt with silversteel buttons, a Dwarven iron bracer studded with kertig spikes, a grimy steel ring bearing the crest of the Barbarians' guild, a gold ring, a tasseled indigo silk sash, a Dwarven iron skinning knife with a mikkhalbamar hilt, a soft leather sporran dangling a trio of brass-capped tassels, a Redthorne tartan kilt, a miniature oak keg with riveted Dwarven iron hoops and some Dwarven stomping boots crafted with black leather and steel soles.

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	I am Karturis the Dwarf. Folks call me Kart. My future is more clear to me than my past. I was born, so I am told, on the 28th day of the 9th month of Dolefaren the Brigantine (ship) in the year of the Iron Toad, 305 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer. I ~~ask~~ ~~for~~ the ~~Favor~~ ~~of Everild.~~ I have ~~never~~ ~~seen~~ a ~~weapon I didn't admire, and~~ my ~~room in the Crossing Guild hall is filled by those silent friends~~. ~~The~~ ~~Order~~ of ~~the~~ ~~Black~~ ~~Fox~~ ~~has~~ ~~helped~~ me ~~learn and appreciate the ways of other races and professions. Especially enjoyable to~~ me ~~when I am awake are~~ the ~~variety of beverages offered everywhere, and~~ that ~~enjoyment~~ ~~has~~ ~~yielded~~ ~~a modest collection of flasks, all used, that bear the memories of good ale~~. ~~Speaking of beverages, I must be away now for a wee drop. Perhaps my past will be more clear to me after ale.~~		I am Karturis the Dwarf. Folks call me Kart. My future is more clear to me than my past. I was born, so I am told, on the 28th day of the 9th month of Dolefaren the Brigantine (ship) in the year of the Iron Toad, 305 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer. A hairpin is the sole item I have to remind me of my parents. Ma put it in my hand just before she pushed me off the wagon that day on Clanthew Boulevard.
			I ask for the Favor of Everild. I have never seen a weapon I didn't admire, and my room in the Crossing Guild hall is filled by those silent friends.
			I am a member of The Order of the Black Fox, and must say that the Order has helped me learn and appreciate the ways of other races and professions and to accept why other guilds teach magic..

			Recently I had occasion to look over the side from the Open Grave, a Brigantine I luckily once acquired. Here is what I recall seeing staring back at me.
			A Handsome old dwarf, with an undulating scar across his cheek from a slash he must have failed to dodge. His mustache was long, and his beard a full one, split into thirds, and woven into three thick braids hanging down to his waist. Wound around each of beard plait was a wide kertig ring graced with a fractured spear of night black zephyr's heart. His forearm was graced with a tattoo of a skeletal hand wreathed in red flames.
			He was wearing a barbarian's black eyepatch covered in vulture feathers to simulate a bird of prey, some thick gold hoop earrings, a square cast iron skillet with a darkened oak handle, a fitted heretic black satin shirt with silversteel buttons, a Dwarven iron bracer studded with kertig spikes, a grimy steel ring bearing the crest of the Barbarians' guild, a gold ring, a tasseled indigo silk sash, a Dwarven iron skinning knife with a mikkhalbamar hilt, a soft leather sporran dangling a trio of brass-capped tassels, a Redthorne tartan kilt, a miniature oak keg with riveted Dwarven iron hoops and some Dwarven stomping boots crafted with black leather and steel soles.
			Altogether a fine looking fella, I must admit.

			As I have said to all who listen to my ramblings, I especially enjoy cheese and turnips. Cheese keeps well in a barrel, and turnips, favored by my Tog friends, are tasty and will perhaps make me taller some day. When awake, the variety of beverages offered everywhere are appreciated, and the enjoyment they offer has yielded a modest collection of flasks, all used, that bear the memories of good ale.

			Speaking of beverages, I must be away now for a wee drop. Perhaps my past will be more clear to me after ale.
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	I am Karturis the Dwarf. Folks call me Kart. My future is more clear to me than my past. I was born, so I am told, on the 28th day of the 9th month of Dolefaren the Brigantine (ship) in the year of the Iron Toad, 305 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer. I ask for the Favor of Everild. I have never seen a weapon I didn't admire, and my room in the Crossing Guild hall is filled by those silent friends. The Order of the Black Fox has helped me learn and appreciate the ways of other races and professions. Especially enjoyable ~~tom~~ me when I am awake are the variety of beverages offered everywhere, and that enjoyment has yielded a modest collection of flasks, all used, that bear the memories of good ale. Speaking of beverages, I must be away now for a wee drop. Perhaps my past will be more clear to me after ale.		I am Karturis the Dwarf. Folks call me Kart. My future is more clear to me than my past. I was born, so I am told, on the 28th day of the 9th month of Dolefaren the Brigantine (ship) in the year of the Iron Toad, 305 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer. I ask for the Favor of Everild. I have never seen a weapon I didn't admire, and my room in the Crossing Guild hall is filled by those silent friends. The Order of the Black Fox has helped me learn and appreciate the ways of other races and professions. Especially enjoyable to me when I am awake are the variety of beverages offered everywhere, and that enjoyment has yielded a modest collection of flasks, all used, that bear the memories of good ale. Speaking of beverages, I must be away now for a wee drop. Perhaps my past will be more clear to me after ale.
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SHORTCKT1 at 20:41, 18 February 2021

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	I am Karturis the Dwarf. Folks call me Kart. My future is more clear to me than my past. I was born, so I am told, on the 28th day of the 9th month of Dolefaren the Brigantine (ship) in the year of the Iron Toad, 305 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer. I ask for the Favor of Everild. I have never seen a weapon I didn't admire, and my room in the Crossing Guild hall is filled by those silent friends. The Order of the Black Fox has helped me learn and appreciate the ways of other races and professions, ~~and~~ my ~~association with the kind folk of the Order has introduced~~ me ~~to tolerance, fellowship and understanding, three helpful notions for a Dwarf. Especially enjoyable~~ when I am awake are the variety of beverages offered everywhere, and that enjoyment has yielded a modest collection of flasks, all used, that bear the memories of good ale. Speaking of beverages, I must be away now for a wee drop. Perhaps my past will be more clear to me after ale.		I am Karturis the Dwarf. Folks call me Kart. My future is more clear to me than my past. I was born, so I am told, on the 28th day of the 9th month of Dolefaren the Brigantine (ship) in the year of the Iron Toad, 305 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer. I ask for the Favor of Everild. I have never seen a weapon I didn't admire, and my room in the Crossing Guild hall is filled by those silent friends. The Order of the Black Fox has helped me learn and appreciate the ways of other races and professions. Especially enjoyable tom me when I am awake are the variety of beverages offered everywhere, and that enjoyment has yielded a modest collection of flasks, all used, that bear the memories of good ale. Speaking of beverages, I must be away now for a wee drop. Perhaps my past will be more clear to me after ale.
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MANGHAC1 at 17:38, 23 August 2020

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	I am Karturis the Dwarf. Folks call me Kart. I was born, so I am told, on the 28th day of the 9th month of Dolefaren the Brigantine (ship) in the year of the Iron Toad, 305 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer. I ask for the Favor of Everild. I have never seen a weapon I didn't admire, and my room in the Crossing Guild hall is filled ~~with~~ by those silent friends.		I am Karturis the Dwarf. Folks call me Kart. My future is more clear to me than my past. I was born, so I am told, on the 28th day of the 9th month of Dolefaren the Brigantine (ship) in the year of the Iron Toad, 305 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer. I ask for the Favor of Everild. I have never seen a weapon I didn't admire, and my room in the Crossing Guild hall is filled by those silent friends. The Order of the Black Fox has helped me learn and appreciate the ways of other races and professions, and my association with the kind folk of the Order has introduced me to tolerance, fellowship and understanding, three helpful notions for a Dwarf. Especially enjoyable when I am awake are the variety of beverages offered everywhere, and that enjoyment has yielded a modest collection of flasks, all used, that bear the memories of good ale. Speaking of beverages, I must be away now for a wee drop. Perhaps my past will be more clear to me after ale.
	My future is more clear to me than my past. The Order of the Black Fox helps me learn the ways of other races and professions, and my association with the kind folk of the Order has introduced me to tolerance, fellowship and understanding, three helpful notions for a Dwarf. Especially enjoyable when I am awake are the variety of beverages offered everywhere. Speaking of beverages, I must be away for a wee drop. perhaps after ale, my past will be more clear to me.
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I am Karturis the Dwarf. Folks call me Kart. I was born, so I am told, on the 28th day of the 9th month of Dolefaren the Brigantine (ship) in the year of the Iron Toad, 305 years after the victory of Lanival the Redeemer. I ask for the Favor of Everild. I have never seen a weapon I didn't admire, and my room in the Crossing Guild hall is filled with by those silent friends.
My future is more clear to me than my past. The Order of the Black Fox helps me learn the ways of other races and professions, and my association with the kind folk of the Order has introduced me to tolerance, fellowship and understanding, three helpful notions for a Dwarf. Especially enjoyable when I am awake are the variety of beverages offered everywhere. Speaking of beverages, I must be away for a wee drop. perhaps after ale, my past will be more clear to me.
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