Anathar's Hall (Pre-game RP)

[Hamorgrim (Josh)]

{{This is the evening after "Anathar's Delvers" (our former party) left on their mission.}}

[[ The light murmur of conversation and steady rhythm of music fill the wooden building.  Candles, torches and a fireplace keep the tavern warmly lit. Kharva, the friendly owner, wanders from table to table making sure her patrons are happy while barmaids keep busy bringing food and cleaning up. ]]

** Hamorgrim quietly walks into the tavern and sits at a corner booth.  One of the barmaids notices him and he nods at her confirming he'll have "the usual".  His eyes wander from person to person and he patiently waits for his friends **

[Jacob Armour]

Dorn just got back from a job and heads home to find a note from his friend grim. "fun is exactly what we will have indeed." Dorn heads to the halls still wearing his dark chain mail armor, with spike pertruding through the chest, shoulders and down the arms. His heavy spiked shield attached to his back and his helm with what resembles a rhino's horn with many tiny spikes attached to it. Dorn dosent have many friends and as he walks along the streets the people tend to move out of his way. As he walks past a few dwarfs that just recently moved out of his way they whisper. "that there be Dorn the Destroyer. Don't make him mad his got some short temper."
Dorn gets to the hall and finds his friend Grim. He pulls out a seat and plops down in the chair. Dorn turns to the barmaid to signal the usual 2 pints of ale to start off the night. Dorn then towards to Grim and says, " you hear what they did. They went and got a young eager bunch to go deeper into the mines. Only ones who has anything going for them is Halvor. Only person who could ever out drink me atleast. They don't know the troubles they be gettin them selves into. I give them a week. After that I'm sure they be crawling in there holes and stayin put."

Jake

[Hamorgrim (Josh)]

"Good for them!" Hamorgrim grunts, "It should be me going deeper into the dark and if Dumathoin bless me I'll be given the chance.  And I wouldn't call them young, after surviving that Duergar hell hole they've shown a wealth of experience, besides, I'm barely they're senior." 

[jacob armour]

"bah, that not be the story i be told. i heard Gideon and his men got there just in time. if it wern't for Gideon and his men they would be dead by now. That old man had experience alright but Duriden was a good fighter but im sure he will get better. His brother on the other hand, sure could use some lessons. They should have sent us in to the mines. im just itchin to get some duergar blood on me spikes."

[Ragnivald]

While the two of  you are talking you notice the short cloaked form of Ragnivald enter the room as unnoticeably as he can. He sees you right away but proceeds to the far wall of the building and walks the inside perimeter before taking a seat. As he takes a seat he looks over his shoulder obviously not wanting to deal with any more social interaction that he has to. He turns down the barmaid as usually muttering "you dunno what they could be putting in your drink" and pulls out a small flask takes a swing ans winces "mmm." "So, on what occasion do you call me away from me work?" He says as he is holding a bottle of something over Hamorgrims ale and raising his eyebrows waiting for approval. 

[Kaylesh (Ron)]

With a shout to Kharva the barmaid, Kaylesh the gold dwarf sweeps into the bustling hall. "Greetings, Beautiful Kharva. I am hoping that you are you well this day." Even though he had been in the dell with the Brightblades for nearly 20 years, his accent still gave away his foreign lineage. 

As he weaves through the numerous tables and chairs in the drinking hall, he seems to have words for each and every patron, and most appear to return them with a smile. Obviously enjoying the attention, it took a few moments for him to navigate the hall.

 

When he reaches his friends, he stands before the table and greets them all individually with a nod. "Dorn the strong, Hamorgrim the courageous and Ragnivald the sly. The All Father Moradin has made blessing to us, no?"

Pulling a small bag of coins off of his belt, he casually tosses it onto the table. "I will be buying drinks tonight, if you are allowing me." He signaled to Kharva for a round of drinks and took a seat at the table, and wasted no time. "What is the meaning of this meeting, my friends?"

[Hamorgrim - Josh]

Hamorgrim nods with approval at his cousin's offer of an "extra punch" to his drink. 

"Meaning? No, meaning." he says to Kaylesh, "Just a drink with good company's all.  Though Dorn's eager for a fight, don't blame him either, ever since they uncovered that Gray Dwarf labyrinth I've been feeling our borders are little too weak.  I'm hoping we get our chance to slay some Duergar and we won't be needing the help of Gideon me thinks." 

[Ragnivald]

As Kaylesh enters the room Ragnivald rolls his eyes, "who 'else' is comin?" Ragnivald growls to his cousin as he pulls a small pouch out of his cloak and sets it on the table. As he opens his cloak you get a glimpse of his bare chest. "Finished this weed this mornin; been itching ter smoke it!" He takes another swig from his flask, "aahmmm," and respectfully turns down any drinks Kaylesh tries to buy for him.   

[Kaylesh (Ron)]

Kaylesh slaps a thick hand down onto the table and laughs loudly. "Ha! This is why I am amazed by shield dwarves! So persistent! I too would like the chance to crush grey dwarf heads. My coffers are less full lately and I would love to refill them with duergar gold. When do we leave?"

[Zack Dobson]

Ragnivald looks at Kaylesh, "you oversized weavetroking construct! Did you burn yer ears off? We ar' gonna let the worms wriggle round in the deep poison 'til they crawl back for their mommies! Then we'all show'em how real dwarves handle the depths!" He shakes his head obviously frustrated snatches his weed off the table and lights his pipe grunting and grumbling the whole time.

**you would find this as common behavior for Ragnivald

[Professor Chu]

Kenny

After a fun filled day with the Snowgolds and my head cleric Zhari, I walked into the mine. The torch light caused my golden hair to shine as it bounced with each step. The wide mouth guard could barely stammer out my name, "Hell, hell, hello e, e, e, e, Eir." With a wink and a half smile I responded," Good evening, Sir." I turned and headed to my home. Before I could step inside the loud voice of my Father Aldon resounded through the halls as he approached me. "Eir, it is good you are home. But you need to be on your way, Hamorgrim has called for you to celebrate with him at Anthar's hall. Finally acting more like the dwarf I knew you could be makes me proud. Now be off!"  Admiration filled my face. Could he possibly know mine and my friends intentions? Well he always knows things before I do since he is the Leader of the Del."Yes father, I will be off. Good night to you," I said in a gruff voice, attempting to be as manly and tough as possible. My sultry voice was hard to cover up. With out a word he turned and walked away. I quickly headed out, to the quiet snickers behind my back, and gaping jaws of infatuated men. It was something I had come to expect, since Lurue was a goddess rarely worshiped by a dwarf. Each step I step I took seemed calculated and intentional as the leather boots hit the dirt. My red and brown skirt, swayed with each step, rising up to my sturdy but perfectly curved thighs. As I walked my tight ass wiggled, allowing anyone behind me to catch a glimpse of my shapely curves, hidden ever so slightly behind the handle of my war hammer and short spear. The fabric of my white blouse was only visible for a moment before plunging under my  skirt or under my armor. The half plate was as shiny as the moon, almost appearing to be silver. It hugged my waist, until it exploded outward to encompass my shapely breasts. Emblazoned upon the sternum of the Armor was crescent moon nestled around the magnificent head of a unicorn. The horn of the Unicorn extended along the edge of the armor above my right breast. The armor followed the trajectory of the horn plunging on both sides to a V, ending above the ear and mane of the unicorn. My cleavage was visible and though it was held back from the armor, appeared to be begging to be set free. The armor extended a few inches past my shoulder down my arm, while two leather straps extended to my back, hooking to a backpack. The leather bag was barely darker than my skin, though not as smooth. Attached to the left side of my bag, was a short spear. The spear although similar to most spears featured a custom spear head. The spear head spiraled to a point exactly matching the shape of the unicorns horn, to better deliver the wrath of Lurue, if such a time occurred. Opposite the spear was a war hammer. Its custom features are apparent to anyone at first glance. The hammers face appeared to be held in the mouth of a horse. The horses teeth, lips brought forth by the muzzle, leading to its eyes until reaching the ears and forehead. At that moment you reach the horses forehead you know that it is not a mere horse, but rather the head of a unicorn. Its horn extends upwards above the handle finishing off the hammer. The back of the hammer is the mane. If one looks closely you can see 4 stars, and a crescent moon stamped into the shaft of the hammer, awaiting placement of fine jewels when one can afford to add them. My muscular arms, tan for a dwarf, extended out and moved as I walked, like the gears of construct going up and down. As I entered Anthar's hall, one could quickly know I had arrived, my golden hair swirling in the wind and small side-burn braids bouncing as I stepped in.  The color of my blue eyes were visible to all. Their beauty some say can be seen even in the darkest tunnel by Dark-vision. The tan skin of my face appeared to be as smooth as a polished stone. Seeing Hamorgrim, Regnivald, and Kaylesh in the corner already drinking I walked over to the Bar maiden Kotri. The torch light lit up my eyes and smile, as I approached her. When I was immediately in range I slid my index finger under her chin and leaned in. My warm, sweet breath danced off of her lips, as her eyes closed embracing her mind for the apparent kiss to come. As her eyes closed, Eir slid past the lips brushing cheeks and whispering into Kotri's ear, "I will have two ales." With that I turned to my friends. "Hamorgrim, my father says you sent for me," Eir shouted across the room. I plunked in the free chair and slid up to the table. "Well boys, what fun shall we be having now that your girl is here?" I said while simultaneously taking the ales Kotri brought over. "Thanks dear," I said with a wink, immediately following it with a chug and turning to my friends awaiting the explination their lips were preparing. 

[Ragnivald]

Ragnivald looks up at Eir as she walks in his eyes go about to the neckline of her blouse. "Evne Eir," he stumbles over the words as he retreats further into his cloak and takes a large draw from his pipe. Then, after an awkwardly timed pause obviously giving Eir the elevator eyes, pulls out the flask and takes another swig turning to his cousin. "How ar' ye likin the add-in?"

**it is a very mild hallucinogen that makes you feel as if you are levitating**

He sets down his pipe and pulls yet another pouch from his cloak; this one smaller then the others. He opens it up just enough to reveal a mixture of red and yellow powder to Hamorgrim. A grin spreads accrossed his face causing the cloak to fall back a little revealing his terribly scarred face. He leans in "This'll make em sneeze like they got a rat in their nose." He says quietly through a chuckle. He takes another swig picks up his pipe and starts scanning the room looking for his target.

[Hamorgrim - Josh]

"Holy hell woman, we should fashion you some proper armor, any blind dwarf would be able to pierce your heart you show so much flesh... unless of course this is just a side-effect cousin?  Are you seeing the same as me?" Hamorgrim says to his companions taking another gulp from his ale.

[Jacob Armour]

Dorn signals for more ale to the barmaid. " I see what you see.....hickup. She be needn to geter some armor like Dorn. U think you'd be raised by elves. Grim what's it you bring her and all of us here for."

Jake

[Zack Dobson]

"He said it before.... A good time" Ragnivald interjects, "He grins and spinning away from the table drinks one vial followed by another. He now stands about 2 feet tall and looks like a wee dwarf in his young ages. He moves quickly over to a man in the vestments of  Dumathoin and tugs at his cloak quickly dropping a pinch of that powder in his drink while he looks away. "Sir, I uh, you dropped this." Ragnivald hands him a copper piece and moves hurriedly back to the table returning to full size but still looking very young. He says, "watch" and points at the man he just visited. A few minutes later the man takes a swig from his cup and the mug does not even leave his lips when he is spitting up the ale as he begins sneezing uncontrollably. The sneezed last for about 10 seconds by which time the man has fallen from his seat and is on all fours blasting snot and spit into the floor. Ragnivald is cackling like a mad man.

After quelling his raging laughter, Ragnivald rejoins the conversation; "I say you just wears no armor!" he says to Eir, "look at ye' pushin things that shoundln' be pushed so! Get comfortable let them beauties hang about like they ought to!" He says pointing to where her breasts are popping out of her skimpy armor.

[Kaylesh (Ron)]

"I must to agree with our strange little friend," Kaylesh said letting his gaze drift across Eir's body. "It is not good to be constricted." He winked at Eir and drained his mug.

[Eir - kenneth]

Laughing at the display by Regnivald I turn and focus on the eyes around me widening with each breath I take."Boys, boys, boys. I thought we were past all this staring nonsense. Go ahead get it out of your system," I said lifting my chin to the sky as I took a drink, allowing a clear view of my cleavage to any lookers. The mead from my cup gives off a smell of honey and spice, the sweet aroma prevalent now that I joined the table.  Without missing a beat I continue speaking after the gulp of mead," And Hamorgrim, you should know that there not be one foe or dwarf alike that has pierced this heart. So my armor, though distracting to men of less resolve, is perfect for battle. Now that we got that out of the way, what are we celebrating?"

[Zack Dobson]

"Sorry ma'am dwarf er..  Eir" Ragnivald says looking at the ground, "I just havn' seen you fer a while and yer looking mighty pretty."

[Jacob Armour]

Don't post tell I say something. I'll want to wait

Jake

[Jacob Armour]

After drinking a few ales dorn loosens up and grabs his ale and take a big gulp. Then raises from his seat and begins to mutter a song. " now let me tell you a tale of a gal named Eir, for her bossisms are the one thing you should fear. They are big, lustrous and bring your eyes to gaze upon them. But they are not for all men. If she was to catch you shed reel you in like a fish, then strike you dead before you got your wish." after his last note he gazes at her bossy s and leans in to get a better look. Anticipating to put his face in them.

Jake

On May 7, 2012, at 10:09 AM, Zack Dobson <notquit...@gmail.com> wrote:

[Eir - kenneth]

Chuckling at the insightful song presented by Dorn she she grabs the hair on the back of his head, firmly but not tight enough to hurt him. She guides him in, almost as if his wish to place his face in between Eir's supple breasts was going to come true. With a quick twist and a pull, Dorn's face slams into the armor just below the breasts, "I said eyeful Dorn," Laughing hysterically as his face bounced off the armor leaving red mark but nothing more. Not forgetting the flattery laid on me by Ragnivald I turned and gave him a glance of the eye, followed by a wink. The look alone gave more thanks than words. Yelling over my shoulder, "Drinks Kotri. Bring us more drinks, please."  I again turned toward Hamorgrim waiting for his explanation.

[Jacob Armour]

" so you still don't see eye to bossism I see." dorn chuckles and laughs. Grabs his second ale since the first landed on the floor from the impact. " you haven't changed and I'll drink to that."

Jake

[Hamorgrim - Josh]

"It's as my cousin said, I'm here for a good time.  Why you showed up in armor is beyond me." Hamorgrim chugs his ale, "Besides, I've nothing better to do at the moment than drink.  If only they'd let me explore the new tunnels, I'm as eager to see combat as Dorn is to see your nether regions and bored out of my mind, cheers?" He raises a new cup into the air looking for affirmation that he isn't alone. 

[Kaylesh (Ron)]

Kaylesh raises his mug eagerly. "Yes! Cheers, Hamorgrim!"

After taking a long drink, Kaylesh says, "Why are we not permitted to the tunnels? Would not more dwarves be better? Let us go anyway!"

[Eir - kenneth]

“I see Hamorgrim that my curves are still distracting you. I would have come in less battle ready attire, but my Father sent me right her just as I arrived home for the day, since he is so proud that his daughter is even thinking about delving and exploring. Next time I will make sure to get your approval before coming for drinks.” I quipped back and simultaneously raised my chin to give Hamorgrim a clear view of my cleavage. With that Eir raises her glass in the air, "Well said Kaylesh, we could always go down and meet the Anathar's Delvers. We don't have to wait for trouble to venture out. I am sure my father would approve of us exploring. What say you all?"

[Jacob Armour]

"with your fathers approval I'll go." dorn lift his mug and takes yet another drink. "I'd like some words with Halvor anyways."

Jake

[Eir - kenneth]

"Well then boys, drink up tonight cause tomorrow I tell my father that we wish to head into the mines," I sensually stammer, almost coinciding with my chug from cup but finishing ever so slightly before the liquid hits my tongue. "Lets plan now to meet midday tomorrow so I can tell you what my father says. Now sing Dorn, sing."

[Hamorgrim - Josh]

"You're leaving already?  I guess I shouldn't be surprised, your daddy keeps a pretty tight lock on that chastity belt.  Dorn's always trying to figure out ways to get it off of you!" Hamorgrim bursts into laughter, "Now come on princess, stay awhile and relax with the big dwarves." 

[Kaylesh (Ron)]

"What? Eir, you are to be leaving? No, no no. Please to stay and drink!" Kaylesh bangs his hand on the table. "We need songs or stories! And more ale!"

[Jacob Armour]

" we 5 be the tunnel busters and this here is our creed.

 We rid the mines of our enemies, with Ragnivald at the lead. 

The mighty Dorn's got his back,

 ready to destroy what ever ragnivald tracks.

We got Kaylish at the center of the pack, spells at the ready and rocky  to pick up his slack. 

Then theirs Eir who's a sultry vixen with a ton of bite, she'll flirt, you'll pay and still get none at night...

Last but not least we got me friend Grim, he's a hell of a shot, the first he will give ya a trim. 

We be the tunnel buster so stay out of our way.

If you dare cross our tracks, your life is what you'll pay. " Dorn sings in a deep voice. 

Jake

[Eir - kenneth]

Immediately as Dorn finishes his intro of the song I begin to laugh. "You lead us in good songs maybe," still chuckling," Kaylesh on the other hand can lead me anytime." As I take a few more swigs of mead, I search for anyone with an instrument. Pointing their way I will say, "You play with him [Motioning toward Dorn] and make it upbeat." As the music begins to play I politely request food to be brought to our table, to help keep the merriment going through the night.

[Eir - kenneth]

When the night begins to wind down.

I will drink, laugh and eat throughout the night until I become drunk. Bordering stupidity and drunken buzz, but my wits still seem to be there. I motion to the nearest militia man. "Now your sure going to make I sure make it home safely, or Father might hear of what you tried pull with me. Now lets please go for rest I need, to rest," I said so eloquently. And with that I begin to leave.

[Kaylesh (Ron)]

As soon as it becomes apparent that Eir is leaving, Kaylesh will leap to his feet (obviously tipsy) and shout, "Fare well this night, Unicorn Princess! You sleep with my heart, please taking care not to smash it as you roll over!" He then laughs and drops back into the chair, knocking several of the gold rings from his braided beard, which causes him to completely break down laughing.

[Hamorgrim - Josh]

Hamorgrim leans over to Ragnivald, "Cousin," obviously drunk, "retake the old halls with me! Let us seat an heir of Iron House back on the throne."

[Eir - kenneth]

"Oh Kaylesh good sir, you give your heart to freely. Surely [I swing around looking to see if any ladies still occupy the hall] there is a maiden here that will take his heart home with them for as nice as his heart may be [I wink] its not wild enough for my bed ... yet." and with that I walk out, with my arm over the random militia mans shoulder for stabilization.

[Ragnivald]

As Eir begins to leave Rgnivald jumps and moves up to her with his arms spread, "A dwarven embrace!" As he hugs you he slips something into one of your pockets (or the folds of your clothes) so only you know about it and whispers in your ear, "Drink that in the morning." He ends the embrace smiles, his crooked painful looking smile, and returns to his seat. Ragnivald has now resorted to drinking anything that someone is willing to purchase for him forgetting the caution he began the evening with.

After Ragnivald takes his seat and Eir has left Ragnivald, who is now something far passed drunk, looks to his cousin; "What are we waiting for!" And, he jumps from his seat. The hood of his cloak is down and the front has fallen open revealing the burn scars on his left side that stretch from his face down his chest to his stomach and over his shoulder and upper arm. The hair does not grow well on the left side of his face so he keeps the right side trimmed to match and has a thick goatee and mustache that is roughly trimmed at about 5 inches.

[Hamorgrim - Josh]

"We're waiting for an act of war by the King!" He plants his chin into his palm leaning on the table, "If only there was some way to convince Iron House to rally another army, that'd be a sight to see."

[Eir - kenneth]

Having left, please let me know when we can RP morning time.

[Jacob Armour]

I think we can to morning. Dorn would pass out in the halls.

Jake

[kenny lanting]

Ignore Rons and My last post, they were deleted and approved by matt today. They have already been posted for you all to see.

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From: Limps - kenneth <kenneth...@yahoo.com>
To: PFdagge...@googlegroups.com
Sent: Sunday, May 6, 2012 8:13 PM
Subject: Re: Anathar's Hall (Pre-game RP)

Heading back from the Snowgold Treehouse, I arrive at my home in the mine. Without even stepping foot inside, my Father Aldon yells, "About time you did something Dwarven! Now go to Anthar's Hall, Hamorgrim has sent word that you are to meet him to celebrate. I bet its regarding your new jobs." With wide eyes of surprise and hidden admiration I responded."Yes Father," I said in my deepest voice, attempting too sound more gruff. With that I turned, My golden hair glistened and danced through the air as I turned to head off. My father was proud that I had agreed to be a secondary delving team with my friends, well that we were going to agree to do it. I am just glad he is talkign to me, but still hate he is so informed about my life.

I headed out of the mines, a trail of snickering and opened jawed men followed in my wake. My skin was tan and smooth, as if polished from the finest stone. As I walked my leather boots hit the dirt with percision, my red and blue skirt bounced as my Sturdy hips swayed with each step. The curves of my ass flashed behind my warhammer handle that was strapped to my backpack. A white blouse was tucked into my skirt, barely visible under my armor. 

Shining as if made from the finest silver, the halfplate armor contoured to my curves of my waist until exploding into beautiful mounds over my breasts. Emblazened between my breast contours of the armor was a crescent moon encircling a magnificent Unicorn head. The unicorn horn rose above my right breast, the top of the armor custom made to plunge into a V allowing for my cleavage to peak out. The straps of my backpack wrapped around my shoulders. My muscular arms extended out, the skin matching that of my face.

Attached to my bag, a small short spear with a rather unconventional spear head poked above the top flap. Instead of the normal metal tip, it was twisted like a unicorn horn. An equally esquisite piece of crafted weaponry was attached to the other side of my bag. Atop a handle was a warhammer, carved to resemble the face of the hammer extending from the open mouth of a Unicorn. The horn pointed to the sky above the handle of the hammer. Along the handle 4 stars and a crescent moon were indented, waiting for gems to be affixed.

As, I walked into the hall, the light caught my face as if spotlighting my beauty. I smiled and flipped my hair causing the two small braids to twirl in the air, and each strand of my golden curls lit up as they bounced. My the blue color of my eyes visible to every patron in the hall. I continued walking in and straight to the bar maiden Kotri, I slid my index finger under her chin and advanced as if to kiss her. Her eyes closed, enamoured with my beauty, as I came in my warm breath danced off her lips as went straight for her ear. "Bring me a pint of ale," I whispered. 

Immedietly turning to my friends in the corner, "Kaylesh, Hamorgrim and Ragnivald. How are my boys tonight?" I walked over and sat down in an open seat."What is so important Hamorgrim that you placed a letter on my door?" After my statement, my drink arrived. "Thank you Kotri," I said winking and drinking at the same time.

[Hamorgrim - Josh]

**your call zach, I'm good to keep rp'ing this night, but if you're done we can move on**

Hamorgrim sucks another mug of ale down, "Even worse, rumors have reached my ears that the Zhentarim have moved into our halls and established mining operations... My heart is heavy here and I long to see Tethyamar restored, to rebuild the home of my fathers." He throws his mug against a wall shattering it into shards of clay, "and I wipe the place clean with the blood of our enemies."

[Kaylesh (Ron)]

Kaylesh nods slowly in agreement with Hamorgrim's words. "Yes, friend, these are not good news, if the Zhentarim have become involved. And it would indeed be a comforting sight to see the damage that a proper dwarven army could do." He takes a long, deep drink from his mug, draining it.

"But words are only so good to make change. We need to make action first. War or not, we should push our way into the mines and take them!" He also throws his mug against the wall, shattering it.

[Matt Nickolette]

"Those mugs are on yer tabs now boys!  Quit with the breaking of my wares or I'll break the next one over yet thick heads!" kharva shouts at you.

Kotri looks up at you all with a sullen look on her face and begins seeping up the shattered pieces of clay.  She reflects on the shards, turning them over in her hands.

Four humans bearing the crest of the freedom riders stand from their table at your rowdy display.  "Those mugs and the next full ones will be on us Kharva.  Any enemy of the Zhents are friends of ours!"  They raise their mugs up towards you and take swigs of the fine ale. 

Kharva shrugs with a smile, shakes her head and begins pouring the new round.

[Kaylesh (Ron)]

Kaylesh salutes the Freedom Riders, and cries, "the men of Daggerdale are indeed generous!" He then quietly walks over to where Kotri is cleaning up the shattered mugs and with an  apologetic smile to the sullen maiden begins to help her pick up the pieces. (If she talks to me I will respond, but I will not push conversation onto her)

[Jacob Armour]

Dorn after seeing the display and being quite drunk by now dosen't seem to hear what was said but downs two ales and mutters, " aye the hell with the zents." then smashes the two mugs over his helm. Right after the last mug hits dorn falls into a deep sleep.

Jake

[Ragnivald]

**sorry guys work and school all day**

Ragnivald, having trouble standing still, looks to his cousin as Kaylesh goes to help Kotri, "Come cousin we go to the king now!" With that he begins chanting in a low tone, "Take back the throne at Tethyamar! Fill the halls..." He holds the word out looking to Dorn for help. 

Assuming Dorn helps him out he continues chanting stopping only to drink from his mug and slam it on the table in beat with the chant. He pulls his cousin out of his chair and they stumble around the hall chanting. Ragnivald attempts to give Kharva a friendly peck on the cheek in passing. 

[Hamorgrim - Josh]

Boosted by alcohol and his cousin's spirit Hamorgrim joins in... His voice, deep and booming, singing slow and dragging out words...

"Take back the throne at Tethyamar, fill the halls with gold;

from the deep my heart does cry, to see the kings of old.

Again to sleep within the halls, that iron house did find;

someday our enemies will flee or die within our mines.

"For blood and war my axe does call, for vengeance does she sing;

and by my life i do swear to restore the rightful king."

He leans on his cousin heavier now beginning to succumb to alcohol and grief, his voice cracks and waivers as he continues...

Beneath the mountain we will reign, from age to ending age;

ne'er again from our homes, forever we shall stay.

So sound the drums and call to arms, for soon we march again;

and all the world finally know the wound of dwarven pain...."

He's unable to go on and to keep from breaking down turns to silence and solemn reflection.

[Ragnivald]

Ragnivald finishes with,

"Take back the throne at Tethyamar, fill the halls with gold;
from the deep my heart does cry, to see the kings of old

I will walk you home cousin." He throws a few gold on the counter yells "goodnight" to Kharva and stumbles out the door holding up his cousin.

[Eir - kenneth]

The next morning each of you are visited by Tara, the house maiden of Aldon Brightblade, though in rags the fabric is of the best quality. 

Each of you are greeted in the same manner.

"Hello {YOUR NAME}, Lady Eir of the Bright Blad Clan wishes to inform you that she will see you all for a Midday meal at Anathar's Hall. Good day sir."

With that the Tara will head off. If any questions or statements are made Tara will respond with, "That is all my Lady had to say,{She will curtsey} I bid you farewell."

[Zack Dobson]

When Tara arrives at Ragnivalds lab she is greeted by Hamorgrim. Ragnivald is still passed out in the corner with an empty bottle clutched in his hand. Tara notices bottles and other containers  with different substances scattered about the makeshift shelving that lines the walls with no semblance of order. Along the far wall is a table with burners, lamps, and all manner of glass containers--some connected by vinyl tubing. Hamorgrim is holding a small vial with a murky blue-gray liquid in it.

[Kaylesh (Ron)]

Well, assuming that Tara is not killed and dismembered by a pair of coked out of their mind dwarves (that would be awesome) she will find Kaylesh in his home. He answers the door wearing a fine set of clothes of the same deep red of his normal tunic. Smoking a long, wooden pipe, he would be polite to Tara but not ask any questions.

[Jacob Armour]

The maid would look for dorn. Dorn would be no where near town. He got so drunk that what he thought was his home was actually a mile down the mine shafts curled on top o a boulder sound asleep.

Jake

[Matt Nickolette]

Which mine shaft? The one you normally work in, or the mine shaft the
mines the Sons of Thunder are delving in currently? Because those
mines are guarded by dwarven sentries.

[Jacob Armour]

My character was drunk so you tell me.

Jake

[Matt Nickolette]

You stumble through the lower east mines, the site you work at, and
the site of the collapse and discovery of the Duergar Labyrinth. The
haze of the alcohol fills your head with courage and the desire for
the kind of battle your kin must have previously encountered in this
newly discovered ancient site of the enemy. You see two of the
militia standing watch over the collapse below. You approach them to
chat, though you don't remember what was said. You awake sometime
later with a crick in your back. The mine cart you somehow ended up
in was not the most comfortable of places, but with a strong enough
ale (the only kind Dorn cares to drink), anyplace is fine enough to
pass out.