Frederick Nickelby
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Roleplay posts: 2 
Age: 276
Physical Description: Short and stocky, like most dwarves. This dwarf stands at roughly 4 feet in height. His left eye is blind, and should you inquire about it you'll get quite an earful with the story he tells. His white hair grows down to his back, but is kept in a neat ponytail, while his bears extends down to his chest and is capped with several engraved bronze beard rings.
Clothes and Equipment: His equipment is modest. A leather surcoat over steel chainmail covers his torso, leather boots over his feet and leather trousers for his leggings. A sharp steel battleaxe hangs from his belt and a large sledgehammer is strapped to his back.
Registered: May 27, 2015 12:50:45 GMT -8
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Post by Frederick Nickelby on May 27, 2015 16:50:44 GMT -8
Two dwarves ride in a two-horse drawn wagon carrying a large ballista. They pull up next to the tavern of a small farming town on the outskirts of the Kingdom of Medan. Peasants all around gaze at the large siege engine inside the wagon. Frederick, the older of the two dwarves would hop off of the wagon, muttering something in Dwarvish it his companion, a younger looking dwarf with blonde hair. He'd start making his way inside the tavern. Once inside the dwarf would saunter over to the counter, raising himself onto one of the seats before saying in a loud, heavily accented voice,
"Any dragons 'round 'ere?"
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Thompson Pennywise
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Roleplay posts: 2
Age: 118
Physical Description: Short and slightly slimmer than his well endowed cousin. A crackshot with the ballista he cooperatively operates with Frederick, owing to the gift his cousin does not possess: depth perception.
Has a thick head/jaw of blonde hair, adorned with various engraved rings in patterns unique to his home.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a simple padded byrnie under his fancifully adorned jacket with a dwarvern shortsword strapped to his back. A drake's skull sits atop his head as a trophy of the last beast the duo slayed.
Registered: May 27, 2015 12:42:56 GMT -8
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Post by Thompson Pennywise on May 27, 2015 20:47:22 GMT -8
Two dwarves ride in a two-horse drawn wagon carrying a large ballista. They pull up next to the tavern of a small farming town on the outskirts of the Kingdom of Medan. Peasants all around gaze at the large siege engine inside the wagon. Frederick, the older of the two dwarves would hop off of the wagon, muttering something in Dwarvish it his companion, a younger looking dwarf with blonde hair. He'd start making his way inside the tavern. Once inside the dwarf would saunter over to the counter, raising himself onto one of the seats before saying in a loud, heavily accented voice,"Any dragons 'round 'ere?" "Ach, Nickelby goin' his own way again. Thought he were s'posed t' be watching the cart this time." Pennywise drums his fingers on the edge of the wagon, boredly making another cursory check to ensure the weapon isn't rusted or rotten. Even a small imperfection in his trade was far too much to permit, as even an inch off the mark might result in a well toasted dwarf pasty with ballista filling. A gaggle of kids make their way over to the wagon, eager to see this strange device up close, much as one might inspect a top of the line six horsepower royal carriage."Git yer hands off, yer filthy brats." exclaims Pennywise, shooing off their prying fingers lest they imbalance the carefully calibrated tolerances. Perfection is key, he mutters under his breath, as he carefully smoothes out an even layer of grease over the crank handle's joint.(how do I remove the quote? no matter what I do the small box remains :u) |
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