Düen Mossbeard
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78 
Age: Old enough.
Appearance: Short, bearded, and tired of your shit.
Equipment: Like I'd tell ya.
Skills and Abilities: I'm a ranger and I'm a dwarf. If ya can figure out what I'm good at that's yer own damn fault.
Biography: Mind yer own business.
Allegiances: I don't mind them Usque folk.
Place of Residence: My Cave
Registered: Mar 27, 2021 10:36:02 GMT -5
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Post by Düen Mossbeard on Mar 31, 2021 22:26:04 GMT -5
By the time Tana arrived Düen had drunk his fill but he'd yet to leave the stream. Basco was in the deeper pools near the middle while he had started a fire. Every once in a while the big bear would launch a fish over his way and the dwarf would get to work gutting it and putting it on to roast. The bear had developed a taste for cooked meat and the fish in the small stream were big enough that maybe three would fill up the dwarf but they'd need quite a few more to feed the bear.
Looking up at the approach of the small party Düen glares at Tana until she did naught but nod and said nothing. His glare softening fractionally and he gives her a polite incline of his head but also says nothing. He had no idea who she was and he did not particularly care. Though he supposed he should talk to her about wherever the people of the Usque were setting up. While he had no intention of living in the settlement he would return to a semblance of what he'd done in the old world. He would trap, catch, guide, and hunt things for the villages for...
Hrmph, what would he do it for? Was there any money for him to collect? Probably not yet. Neither would there be ale, mead, or anything else he might want. Harumphing as he realizes that unless they found civilization already established none of the things that he actually cared about would be available from society. "Going to have to start writing letters of blood credit or some tosh aren't I?" He mutters to himself as he realizes he would just have to help people with the understanding that he'd be paid later.
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Appearance: ***********
Age: 19
Race: Human
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
***********
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Skills and Abilities: ***********
Class: Cleric
***********
Music: Plays the flute
Drawing
Elemental magics, specifically healing
***********
Healing: Healing can be done in four ways for her...
Depending on the strength of the magic, she will:
If no magic is necessary, she will make a tincture, potion, elixer, or salves of varying strength with herbs.
If the wounds are of a moderate state, she may use a combination of the prior stated, and magic of various strengths depending on severity.
If the wound is severe, i.e. life threatening, she relies only upon magic
Biography: ***********
Mute
Inquisitive
Intelligent but not genius
***********
Tana is a young, shy girl who has a voice but doesn't use her vocal chords to produce it. She was born deep in the usque, a tribe of Humans who had descended from fae of the Usque. She has such a stutter that she chooses not to speak for she was perpetually tongue tied, but instead does her best to communicate in her own version of sign language.
In the wake of the next cataclysm, she and a few of her people drifted through the mist... Not many people made it out alive, or in the same area.
Allegiances: Usqueans
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:50:44 GMT -5
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Apr 1, 2021 19:32:00 GMT -5
She took the opportunity to wash her face and hands, she would probably come back later to bathe for the first time in who knows how long... but not in front of people. She sat at the bank on her knees, while drinking her fill and cleaning herself up. Oh, to feel clean again, she thought with pleasure.
Then someone approached her and said, "Where are we to set up camp, my queen?"
She pointed in the direction of the forest where Yutin and Magda were headed, then the young miss began to try and concentrate... She wished they would stop calling her their queen, though, she thought bitterly and went back to using sand to scrub her arms, but only after the man took off after Magda and Yutin, as did some of the others.
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Düen Mossbeard
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: Old enough.
Appearance: Short, bearded, and tired of your shit.
Equipment: Like I'd tell ya.
Skills and Abilities: I'm a ranger and I'm a dwarf. If ya can figure out what I'm good at that's yer own damn fault.
Biography: Mind yer own business.
Allegiances: I don't mind them Usque folk.
Place of Residence: My Cave
Registered: Mar 27, 2021 10:36:02 GMT -5
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Post by Düen Mossbeard on Apr 2, 2021 10:56:04 GMT -5
While Düen wasn't normally one to care about anything to do with other people, he supposed he should talk to them to find out what he needed to know. Grumbling as he finishes cleaning a fish and placing it on the fire he wipes his hands and gets up stomping over toward Tana.
"Ye there." He says gruffly. "I've gotta a question, yer from whatever settlement or camp or what have ye that people are setting up on this island? Do ye know when they're gunna finish a brewery?" Considering it was, so far as he was aware, one of the few benefits of society he assumed it was high on the priorities list.
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Appearance: ***********
Age: 19
Race: Human
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
***********
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Skills and Abilities: ***********
Class: Cleric
***********
Music: Plays the flute
Drawing
Elemental magics, specifically healing
***********
Healing: Healing can be done in four ways for her...
Depending on the strength of the magic, she will:
If no magic is necessary, she will make a tincture, potion, elixer, or salves of varying strength with herbs.
If the wounds are of a moderate state, she may use a combination of the prior stated, and magic of various strengths depending on severity.
If the wound is severe, i.e. life threatening, she relies only upon magic
Biography: ***********
Mute
Inquisitive
Intelligent but not genius
***********
Tana is a young, shy girl who has a voice but doesn't use her vocal chords to produce it. She was born deep in the usque, a tribe of Humans who had descended from fae of the Usque. She has such a stutter that she chooses not to speak for she was perpetually tongue tied, but instead does her best to communicate in her own version of sign language.
In the wake of the next cataclysm, she and a few of her people drifted through the mist... Not many people made it out alive, or in the same area.
Allegiances: Usqueans
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:50:44 GMT -5
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Apr 2, 2021 11:58:57 GMT -5
She tilted her head at him, clearly able to hear what he said. She gave a shrug then, her brows puckering in bemusement. She was clearly the leader, but she said very little... or nothing at all in this case. Tana stood then and nodded over to the old woman who could only sit and watch the others bustle about. The old woman stood and shuffled over. "She is askin' me ta speak fer her," said the old crone. The old woman looked with her one good eye as Tana began to gesture.
"She says, 'One thing at a time. They have yet to set up tents, fer we've only just landed. There are people scoutin' now for game.' Oi, I think a brewery sounds mighty fine right about now." She cackled and smacked her lips. Tana wrinkled her nose.
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Düen Mossbeard
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: Old enough.
Appearance: Short, bearded, and tired of your shit.
Equipment: Like I'd tell ya.
Skills and Abilities: I'm a ranger and I'm a dwarf. If ya can figure out what I'm good at that's yer own damn fault.
Biography: Mind yer own business.
Allegiances: I don't mind them Usque folk.
Place of Residence: My Cave
Registered: Mar 27, 2021 10:36:02 GMT -5
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Post by Düen Mossbeard on Apr 2, 2021 12:23:47 GMT -5
"In point of fact, she ain't said a damn thing." Düen says with a snort. "But iffin yer saying ye don't know then that's all I needed. I'll check in with ye poor sods in a month. Iffin yer still alive ye'll hopefully be on track fer tha' brewery and we can get ta proper trading." With that said the gruff dwarf turns without a word and stomps back towards his bear.
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Appearance: ***********
Age: 19
Race: Human
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
***********
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Skills and Abilities: ***********
Class: Cleric
***********
Music: Plays the flute
Drawing
Elemental magics, specifically healing
***********
Healing: Healing can be done in four ways for her...
Depending on the strength of the magic, she will:
If no magic is necessary, she will make a tincture, potion, elixer, or salves of varying strength with herbs.
If the wounds are of a moderate state, she may use a combination of the prior stated, and magic of various strengths depending on severity.
If the wound is severe, i.e. life threatening, she relies only upon magic
Biography: ***********
Mute
Inquisitive
Intelligent but not genius
***********
Tana is a young, shy girl who has a voice but doesn't use her vocal chords to produce it. She was born deep in the usque, a tribe of Humans who had descended from fae of the Usque. She has such a stutter that she chooses not to speak for she was perpetually tongue tied, but instead does her best to communicate in her own version of sign language.
In the wake of the next cataclysm, she and a few of her people drifted through the mist... Not many people made it out alive, or in the same area.
Allegiances: Usqueans
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:50:44 GMT -5
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Apr 2, 2021 19:28:22 GMT -5
"Oh, she said plenty. Ye just didn't hear it, maybe. She be mostly mute, only talks when she really has somethin' ta say." Said the old woman to the dwarf's back, not that he cared, thought that one. Tana rolled her eyes upward and shook her head, gesturing wildly to the old woman, who cackled in glee, "Of course he's coarse, he's a dwarf, majesty." Tana went, "Pfth," and smiled, waving a hand. Something that sounded like a little chortle could be heard. The girl was genuinely delighted.
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Düen Mossbeard
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: Old enough.
Appearance: Short, bearded, and tired of your shit.
Equipment: Like I'd tell ya.
Skills and Abilities: I'm a ranger and I'm a dwarf. If ya can figure out what I'm good at that's yer own damn fault.
Biography: Mind yer own business.
Allegiances: I don't mind them Usque folk.
Place of Residence: My Cave
Registered: Mar 27, 2021 10:36:02 GMT -5
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Post by Düen Mossbeard on Apr 3, 2021 8:06:07 GMT -5
Their thoughts on Düen were correct, he did not much care what they had to say and he was coarse. He returns to his little camp where there are more fish waiting to be cleaned and a hungry bear waiting to be fed the already cooked fish. Which Düen does taking the ones he'd left to roast off of the flame and handing them to the bear as he prepares more. Only helping himself to one of the cooked ones once there is enough going that both he and Basco would have their fill.
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Appearance: ***********
Age: 19
Race: Human
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
***********
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Skills and Abilities: ***********
Class: Cleric
***********
Music: Plays the flute
Drawing
Elemental magics, specifically healing
***********
Healing: Healing can be done in four ways for her...
Depending on the strength of the magic, she will:
If no magic is necessary, she will make a tincture, potion, elixer, or salves of varying strength with herbs.
If the wounds are of a moderate state, she may use a combination of the prior stated, and magic of various strengths depending on severity.
If the wound is severe, i.e. life threatening, she relies only upon magic
Biography: ***********
Mute
Inquisitive
Intelligent but not genius
***********
Tana is a young, shy girl who has a voice but doesn't use her vocal chords to produce it. She was born deep in the usque, a tribe of Humans who had descended from fae of the Usque. She has such a stutter that she chooses not to speak for she was perpetually tongue tied, but instead does her best to communicate in her own version of sign language.
In the wake of the next cataclysm, she and a few of her people drifted through the mist... Not many people made it out alive, or in the same area.
Allegiances: Usqueans
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:50:44 GMT -5
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Apr 3, 2021 10:58:28 GMT -5
The smell of roasting fish got to Tana. Her mouth watered and she tried not to stare hungrily their way. Hopefully, her people would come back with some sort of sustenance. In the meantime, Tana would sit down with a sigh and have a think. Her belly clenched with hunger. She stood up and began to look for edible plants, determined not to bother the grumpy man for a nibble of fish.
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Düen Mossbeard
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: Old enough.
Appearance: Short, bearded, and tired of your shit.
Equipment: Like I'd tell ya.
Skills and Abilities: I'm a ranger and I'm a dwarf. If ya can figure out what I'm good at that's yer own damn fault.
Biography: Mind yer own business.
Allegiances: I don't mind them Usque folk.
Place of Residence: My Cave
Registered: Mar 27, 2021 10:36:02 GMT -5
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Post by Düen Mossbeard on Apr 4, 2021 13:18:17 GMT -5
If Tana wasn't going to ask the dwarf, apparently, wasn't going to offer. The bear and dwarf had been starving on their too-small driftwood raft without enough food for quite some time. It had taken considerable restraint for them to let the fish cook and now that it was done they dig in with abandon.
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Appearance: ***********
Age: 19
Race: Human
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
***********
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Skills and Abilities: ***********
Class: Cleric
***********
Music: Plays the flute
Drawing
Elemental magics, specifically healing
***********
Healing: Healing can be done in four ways for her...
Depending on the strength of the magic, she will:
If no magic is necessary, she will make a tincture, potion, elixer, or salves of varying strength with herbs.
If the wounds are of a moderate state, she may use a combination of the prior stated, and magic of various strengths depending on severity.
If the wound is severe, i.e. life threatening, she relies only upon magic
Biography: ***********
Mute
Inquisitive
Intelligent but not genius
***********
Tana is a young, shy girl who has a voice but doesn't use her vocal chords to produce it. She was born deep in the usque, a tribe of Humans who had descended from fae of the Usque. She has such a stutter that she chooses not to speak for she was perpetually tongue tied, but instead does her best to communicate in her own version of sign language.
In the wake of the next cataclysm, she and a few of her people drifted through the mist... Not many people made it out alive, or in the same area.
Allegiances: Usqueans
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:50:44 GMT -5
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Apr 6, 2021 10:07:01 GMT -5
She triumphantly chews on watercress. It's not fish, but it is food. She eventually got up and began to forage, humming with delight when finding some things to make a soup with. The old crone watched her with a nearly bald brow held aloft. "Why don't you ask for some fish?" she said this as if deaf, her voice loud but unapologetically so. Tana shook her head as she set things down here and there. Then she made a series of gestures that the one, good eye watched, "You're going to have to stop hiding behind your hands soon enough, not everyone understands you." That earned a look. "N-no." That was all she said.
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Düen Mossbeard
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: Old enough.
Appearance: Short, bearded, and tired of your shit.
Equipment: Like I'd tell ya.
Skills and Abilities: I'm a ranger and I'm a dwarf. If ya can figure out what I'm good at that's yer own damn fault.
Biography: Mind yer own business.
Allegiances: I don't mind them Usque folk.
Place of Residence: My Cave
Registered: Mar 27, 2021 10:36:02 GMT -5
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Post by Düen Mossbeard on Apr 6, 2021 16:49:58 GMT -5
Düen looks up and glares at the old crone. "What do ye mean ask fer some fish? That's a terrible lesson ta teach the girl, she should barter fer some fish. Ain't nothing come fer free in this world make no mistake ye old bat." The dwarf harumphs in indignation at the notion muttering something about not teaching people proper sense.
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Appearance: ***********
Age: 19
Race: Human
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
***********
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Skills and Abilities: ***********
Class: Cleric
***********
Music: Plays the flute
Drawing
Elemental magics, specifically healing
***********
Healing: Healing can be done in four ways for her...
Depending on the strength of the magic, she will:
If no magic is necessary, she will make a tincture, potion, elixer, or salves of varying strength with herbs.
If the wounds are of a moderate state, she may use a combination of the prior stated, and magic of various strengths depending on severity.
If the wound is severe, i.e. life threatening, she relies only upon magic
Biography: ***********
Mute
Inquisitive
Intelligent but not genius
***********
Tana is a young, shy girl who has a voice but doesn't use her vocal chords to produce it. She was born deep in the usque, a tribe of Humans who had descended from fae of the Usque. She has such a stutter that she chooses not to speak for she was perpetually tongue tied, but instead does her best to communicate in her own version of sign language.
In the wake of the next cataclysm, she and a few of her people drifted through the mist... Not many people made it out alive, or in the same area.
Allegiances: Usqueans
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:50:44 GMT -5
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Apr 6, 2021 17:50:59 GMT -5
Tana snorted and turned her head, looking at Duen with a shake of her head, "N-n-no f-f-... fish." She gave a shrug and lifted her chin and jerked it in a gesture over her shoulder, "Naw, you are too proud to ask aren't ya?" And then she looked to the dwarf, "In case ya haven't noticed, there is nothing to barter for." She snorted, "Old bat indeed." Tana shook her head at the old woman, then turned to Duen. She gestured a few times, and the old woman snorted again, "He wouldn't understand those gestures anyways, don't waste them on the grouchy coot." Tana growled some and gestured to the old woman, "Y-y-you want f-f-ish, y-y-you ask!" The girl who thought to see good in situations, flopped down and started to dig her own firepit.
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Düen Mossbeard
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: Old enough.
Appearance: Short, bearded, and tired of your shit.
Equipment: Like I'd tell ya.
Skills and Abilities: I'm a ranger and I'm a dwarf. If ya can figure out what I'm good at that's yer own damn fault.
Biography: Mind yer own business.
Allegiances: I don't mind them Usque folk.
Place of Residence: My Cave
Registered: Mar 27, 2021 10:36:02 GMT -5
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Post by Düen Mossbeard on Apr 6, 2021 18:43:24 GMT -5
"Iffin she has no goods, she can barter with her skills. If she has no skills, then that is a far larger problem for a grown woman. Then again, she seems a damn sight more capable than you wagging your jaw while she's foraged watercress and now sets her own fire." He then hucked a fish skeleton at the old women. "You old bat."
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Tana the Tongue-Tied
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Appearance: ***********
Age: 19
Race: Human
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light Brown
Build: Almost Athletic
Height: Average
Marks: A birthmark in the shape of a crescent, various freckles, a mole or two, and faint scars from life.
Equipment: ***********
Cloak
Light Robes
***********
Staff
Rucksack filled with: Extra clothes, cookware, other utensils and personal things.
Torch
Flute
Fishing Rod
Other things
Skills and Abilities: ***********
Class: Cleric
***********
Music: Plays the flute
Drawing
Elemental magics, specifically healing
***********
Healing: Healing can be done in four ways for her...
Depending on the strength of the magic, she will:
If no magic is necessary, she will make a tincture, potion, elixer, or salves of varying strength with herbs.
If the wounds are of a moderate state, she may use a combination of the prior stated, and magic of various strengths depending on severity.
If the wound is severe, i.e. life threatening, she relies only upon magic
Biography: ***********
Mute
Inquisitive
Intelligent but not genius
***********
Tana is a young, shy girl who has a voice but doesn't use her vocal chords to produce it. She was born deep in the usque, a tribe of Humans who had descended from fae of the Usque. She has such a stutter that she chooses not to speak for she was perpetually tongue tied, but instead does her best to communicate in her own version of sign language.
In the wake of the next cataclysm, she and a few of her people drifted through the mist... Not many people made it out alive, or in the same area.
Allegiances: Usqueans
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 10:50:44 GMT -5
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Post by Tana the Tongue-Tied on Apr 6, 2021 19:03:57 GMT -5
The old woman got all huffy and Tana held her hand out for the bones, "S-soup." May as well, right? Bones made good broth. The old woman blinked and handed off the discarded bones, whatever those were going to be used for. Soup indeed. Tana then gestured toward Duen and then nodded to her, "She said she will give you soup later in exchange for the bones of the fish." "T-t-trade-da-da?" asked the tongue tied lass. One of the other lasses approached with wood and helped to build a fire, one came with a handful of wild onions and herbs, another with a kettle from one of the long boats. It had actually been the old woman's potion kettle, but she made no objections as to them using it to make soup of some sort.
A fire was built, the onions peeled and sliced, placed into the bottom of the big pot first. There was some sort of fruit in the pile of forage brought to her, and someone even brought over what looked like some sort of wild grain. She would have to have them forage again so she could start cultivating these things. Life would go on, would it not? She cut the fruit in half and offered it to the old woman to share. The old woman took the fruit and sighed.
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Düen Mossbeard
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: Old enough.
Appearance: Short, bearded, and tired of your shit.
Equipment: Like I'd tell ya.
Skills and Abilities: I'm a ranger and I'm a dwarf. If ya can figure out what I'm good at that's yer own damn fault.
Biography: Mind yer own business.
Allegiances: I don't mind them Usque folk.
Place of Residence: My Cave
Registered: Mar 27, 2021 10:36:02 GMT -5
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Post by Düen Mossbeard on Apr 6, 2021 19:31:15 GMT -5
"Iffin ye could cook why didn't ye bloody say that?" Düen says with a snort. "Ye can have the bones fer yer stock iffin you give some to me aye." He glances as more people show up and he scowls. They had best stay well away from his camp. Which really wasn't much of a camp, he'd have to work on that now that his belly was starting to cease its constant growling.
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