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Post by bhagavat on Oct 12, 2009 16:55:49 GMT -5
Brak took another swig of the doubleback ale and glanced over at the elf seated next to him. "All anyone needs be ale en mead.... bearded lasses!" Brak continued to sing in a off key deep growl. "Big boosoms fer me, yes indeed... bearded lasses!" Brak continued. "Dont get too drunk now Brak... we have things to do." the elf said. "Pfft... alright elfie... i'll finish up after we feed da blades". "By the way Brak, where ya from?" the elf asked. "Oh... here an der. Grews up nearsby Masember here in Cormyr. Da's did mining... mums did mum'n. *laughs*" He continues "Home got raided few years back...." his face hardens " rothe arse faced orcs..." Brak voice cracks a bit and he hurridly takes a swig of the doubleback ale. "Family ok?" the elf presses. "Mind yer business elfie" Brak mumbles. Climbing to his feat his hand reaches for the axe at his back as he stumbles toward the door. The elf hear a faint mumbling about dead orcs.
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Post by bhagavat on Oct 14, 2009 19:57:42 GMT -5
"quit stompin and kick'n every stone you pass, Brak!" the elf whispers loudly.
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
"Now you did it." The elf whips around and braces his bow for a shot over the head of the loud frustrated dwarf. Very close by it.
The dwarf, Brak, charged into the fray of kabolds, knocking the first two aside and then swinging his double bladed axe in a large arc before him. The change took most of the kabolds by surprise even though it was a typical dwarven tactic with scum like them. His axe blade bit deep in the two in front of him as they brought their crossbows to bear.
Their howls of pain were drowned out by the loud baritone chant "Da Brak Attack!" A faint unnoticed woosh one of the other little lizard like creatures. Brak feinted towards the other one then swung around the opposite way shield leading the way. The kabold was smashed to the ground and lay their unmoving. With a laugh the elf heard Brak continue his chant "Da Brak Doubleback!"
His laughter echoed in the cavern and he started kicking the dead kabolds listening for the jingle of coins or anything interesting to him. The elf both shook his head and smiled.
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