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Post by breckis on Jan 11, 2006 0:38:44 GMT -5
"Vorta yer young, not even a century have ye lived, why are ye riskin ye life for humans halfway across Toril, in some unknown land by tha name o Cormyr!" Kriska glare only furthered her obvious disgust of his choice to leave the clan homeland. Her feet apart and her right hand on her hammer's hilt while the left clutches the pendant of a diamond inscribed in a mountain, the symbol of all of dumathion's followers, gives the impression of her preparing to strike the sulking dwarf before her.
"Kriska it nah be me choice it be me duty!" His voice rising as he slowly steps out of her hammer's reach.
"Bah! He can't be volunteerin fah duty!" She spat back at him with a scowl. His face going pale at her words.
"So... ye... knew bout that part..." His voice faltering as he returned to his sulking manner. "Look, it be by me name sake I leave. This trouble in Cormyr be just wha was called fer." His eyes pleading as he slowly stepped closer to her.
"So yer just going ta be leavin us then? Ye'll leave me?"
"I'll be back Kriska, and be thinkin other wise alright?" A weak smile shone through his gray beard, his eyes sparkling at the woman before him.
"Vorta Quarryfist, if ye die out thea i'll bring ye back from tha dead ta kill ye again!" Her scowl deepening before disappearing behind a smile. "Now go get ye dragon's hoard gray beard."
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Post by breckis on Mar 15, 2006 21:42:40 GMT -5
The dwarves looked at the young one's and the human's conversation intently. The largest and eldest of the group never let his gray eyes waver from the younger dwarf's motions, his hands set firm at his waist while he stood with his feet spread, as if he were a foe to charge him right then and there. His entire body's entire focus now on the young, gray bearded dwarf.
"Karus... donch ye wondah why tha laddie shaves tha top of his head... an jus tha top?" The gruff voice of a light skinned, short red bearded dwarf snapped the old white bearded dwarf's concentration.
"Droga," The gray eyes of the old dwarf quickly moved onto his fellow. "I know tha lads o Dumathoin, always be searching ta know some o tha secrets he keeps." The dwarf's head turned to closer examine the other. "Buh wha in Moradinn beard's make ye think I would know bout Vorta's habbits!?"
"He's movin away from tha caravan leader." The gruff feminine voice caught the elder's ears and spun him to see the short gray bearded dwarf walk away from the man the dwarf knew to be the caravan leader. Then begin walking over to a nearby wagon. "So he's takin everythin?"
The elder nodded, both in response to the wave sent from the young one, and the remark sent by the woman. "Everythin, even his smithy's hammer."
"Father, ye thinkin brother will git more notches on tha sword o his than uncle Breckis will on his axes?" A dark brown bearded young dwarf, no older than the one they looked upon stared intently upon the elder. His garb that of a training priest of Moradinn; his instructor, the clan elder, the current high priest in the service of the dwarven High Father, still had not responded. "Father... ye heard..."
"Shut it Krugar. Ye know if Vorta heard that it might give him ideas..." The woman sudden slap of the dwarf's shoulder along with his response caught him off guard.
"Kriska! What was tha for!?"
"Krugar, don be wastin ye energy wit pointless yellin, we marchin back ta tha citadel." The old dwarf turned around, no longer needing to know what his son is doing in the caravan, he had seen him leave the wagon in full armor, he'd work for his trip back to Cormyr. "An as for tha notches... Breckis has a few hundred years on Vorta... thoa he bin smart enough ta stay clear o tha war zones."
"First place Vorta jumps into." Krugar's snort was responded with a harsh slap from his father which nearly knocked him over. "Oww... how come people keep hittin me?"
"Cuz ye don shut it when ye should!" Another snap from Kriska and the dwarf turned to see that the other have all gone to follow the elder. The dwarf sighed then looked back at the caravan. A grin shone through his short beard-like muzzle when he saw the red and silver armor of a katana wielding caravan guard come his way. A quick wave with his own war hammer and the dwarf turned to see Kriska doing the same. "Well well... someone nah be so high an mighty ova his brotha now don he?"
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Post by breckis on Apr 19, 2006 14:46:52 GMT -5
He slowly ran his thumb along the blade's edge, his gray eyes watching intently as he examined the dagger. A different method to do the same thing, bring death. His katana lay in its scabbard beside his armor, this belongings in the box and sack next to him.
"Bah!" A harsh jostle from the wagon brought the dagger's tip into his callused thumb, which began to bleed. "Little thing's sharp alright..." Quickly his bleeding hand grab the cloth he's been using to clean his weapons and wrapped the dagger within, his hands then reached into his sack before he noticed one of his fellow travelers, a child move toward him.
"You okay sir-rah?" The boy's eyes were looking from the dagger's hilt to the thumb.
"Aye." A slight grin grew under his gray beard as he pulled out a strip of treated cloth and wrapped it tightly around his thumb. "Though I should'da waited for tha cart ta stop afore I checked on me things."
"My father said you're a guard, like him." The boy pointed over to the driver who was oblivious to his surroundings while he gawked at the woman in the wagon ahead. "My dad's good with a sword!" The boy smiled as he crawled over one of the sleeping riders of the wagon and sat opposite the dwarf.
"I bet he is." Vorta's eyes saw what looked like a longsword over by where the boy used to sit. "That his blade?"
"Yeah! My dad told me to hold it till night fall." The sleeping man groaned and tussled in his sleep, the dwarf frowned. "Something wrong mister."
"Just thinkin what's gonna think it a good idea ta try an raid this caravan..." The dwarf stared out the back of the wagon, mountains in the distance and plains all around. "If'n I knew whea we be I be knowin wha ta expect." He looked down at the boy, who just shrugged.
"How old are you?"
"Eighty-two, why ye askin?" The boy's mouth dropped open as if the dwarf just slapped him across the face. "Guess ye thought I was older, having a gray beard an all. Nah, this grew in that..."
"YOU'RE OLD!!" The dwarf rolled his eyes and sighed. "Not even my dad's dad was that old!"
"Shelby keep it down!" The driver turned around gruffly and scowled at the boy, who had begun to sulk. "And leave the dwarf alone!"
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