Ragrak

Description:

You are Iron-Tide Corsair Ragrak Wyrmbreaker, Brine's Sting of Forfedhdar, a Dwarf.

You have a mass of ghostly pale tentacles clinging to the left side of a craggy square face, wide-set hazel eyes and a crooked nose.  Your russet hair is long and thick, and is worn loose.  You have leathery skin and a set of enameled brinewood kraken tentacles showcasing nautical history scenes wrapped around a brutish build.

You are of commanding height for a Dwarf.

Some abyssal black diacan sharks gleaming with a watery iridescence float lazily around your right forearm, glowing with a lustrous sheen against your skin.

You are an adult.

You have an elaborate arrangement of piercings in the flesh surrounding both of your eyes.  A trio of thin whale bone spikes are positioned above each eye, their ends capped with jagged shark teeth cast out of aldamdin.  Additional slivers of ivory pierce the flesh just above the bridge of your nose.

You have a tattoo of the ocean's surface roiling just off the coast of a vibrantly inked Taisidon island.  Riotous storm clouds above shoot lightning strikes to pierce the waves below and illuminate the monstrous silhouette of a Saendalen shark ominously circling in the waters on your back.

You are in good shape.

You are holding a resplendent gentleman's walking cane of shining star-kissed kertig in your right hand and a slender almanac bound between polished kertig plates in your left.

You are wearing a burnt-orange vardite warhorn fashioned to resemble flames erupting from a dragon's maw, a superbly-balanced kertig parrying blade with delicate platinum clasps, a glistening blood-red sianedra meat shield covered in sinewy tendrils, a gold-speckled coralite yiamura with sharkstone spines, a gruesome blood-splattered butcher's sack, a sanguine sianedra satchel clasped with a forgeheart iron cleaver, a butcher's apron of thickly oiled leather, a buckskin warpaint pouch covered with detailed quillwork, a decrepit sunken leather haversack supported by a knotted rope strap, an austere sunken leather longcoat with engraved tursa pauldrons, a heavy oxblood leather backpack covered in vibrant runes, an enormous sharkskin and skull covered in a layer of asharsh'dai plated scales, a faelight leather pack pinned with a listless deep blue merewaldite shark, a battered steel toolbox, a nacre-bone leviathan skull inlaid with ghostly pale asarenjan symbols, a misshapen driftwood herbal case inlaid with a knotwork kraken, a rusty iron manacle with a chain covered in phosphorescent moonsilver barnacles, a feyweave treasure hunter's sack clasped with a Fortune's Star diamond, a battered infused-chakrel warshield amulet hung from a silversteel chain, a green zibeline wool war kilt with a kertig buckle, an axe-shaped pin stamped with the words "I AM SKULLCLEAVER", a rugged warrior's morawen with a kelpzyte belaying pin and a kelpzyte rapier secured to it, a tribal war belt tethered with ghastly shrunken heads, a thick leather toolbelt clasped with a tiny iron hammer and a diamond-hide wristcuff pierced with crystal-bone spikes.

Legendary Dwarven Weapon:

Acquired at Hollow's Eve Festival Auction; Year 406

Appraisals better in hands of a dwarf. In possession of a non-dwarf, nouns are a warsword, spear, mace, mattock and kweldsisk.

• > clench sver: Sa Karaagglof Sverdh begins to hum softly and is suffused with a powerful blue glow. The Karaagglof Sverdh begins to slowly transform in your hands, the blade lengthens and becomes more cylindrical forming a smooth shaft, while the tip flattens and becomes quite broad. A loud voice cries, "Thrage faar Sa Delviland Dessleg hvin darg va showrskilik!" Your Dwarven blood tells you this means, "Run from The Spade Tip Long Spear if you are wise!" Sa Delviland Dessleg is a heavy thrown and pike pole-ranged weapon. Sa Delviland Dessleg trains the heavy thrown and polearm skills.
• > clench dess: Sa Delviland Dessleg begins to hum softly and is suffused with a powerful blue glow. The Delviland Dessleg begins to slowly transform in your hands, the over-sized spearhead begins to expand into a solid globe while the haft shortens and becomes thicker.  Several wart-like protrusions form on the head and rapidly sprout into several sharp spikes. A loud voice chants, "Sa Marghvas Knottrhamar faarin grewd drusa galik glan!" Your Dwarven blood tells you this means, "The Many Sharp Ball Hammer makes blood fall like rain!" Sa Marghvas Knottrhamar trains the light thrown and small blunt skills.
• > clench knott: Sa Marghvas Knottrhamar begins to hum softly and is suffused with a powerful blue glow. The Marghvas Knottrhamar begins to slowly transform in your hands, the spherical end splitting and lengthening on each side of the haft into two narrow stone blades, one vertical and the other horizontal. A loud voice bellows, "Ker duthra bergae hnarth faar Sa Togheftur Darghamar!" Your Dwarven blood tells you this means, "All will taste death from The Tog Weight Tall Hammer!" Sa Togheftur Darghamar trains the heavy thrown and two-handed blunt skills.
• > clench darg: Sa Togheftur Darghamar begins to hum softly and is suffused with a powerful blue glow. The Togheftur Darghamar begins to slowly transform in your hands, the once narrow blades on either side of the shaft growing and thickening into a massive stone axe head. A loud voice rasps, "Sa Mikhildis Shalsnipis mota braeka karaag!  Kenach vare galik tweskren!" Your Dwarven blood tells you this means, "The Big Warrior Mountain Cutter can break rock.  Bones are like twigs!" Sa Mikhildis Shalsnipis trains the heavy thrown and two-handed edged skills.
• > clench shal: Sa Mikhildis Shalsnipis begins to hum softly and is suffused with a powerful blue glow. The Mikhildis Shalsnipis begins to slowly transform in your hands, its smooth stone axe head melding into the handle, forming a straight stone rod.  The rod then gradually flattens itself into a hefty, broad-bladed sword with a basket hilt. A loud voice exclaims, "Kniwa vut sa shar ut sa Sa Karaagglof Sverdh!" Your Dwarven blood tells you this means, "Kneel at the sight of The Stone Glove Sword!" Sa Karaagglof Sverdh trains the light thrown and small edged skills.
• Sa Delviland Dessleg whispers to you, "Ag skale twalde bak agmark ownad.  Hvili." Translation: "I must obtain back mine spirit. Bed? Time?"