Barek Thorgison
Miner
Give me a good axe and some dwarven brew.....and I can take on the world.
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Post by Barek Thorgison on Jan 25, 2006 11:50:50 GMT -5
[(ooc: Totally, that was the original plan, this whole thing will take a long time to pan out and will see plenty of quests as Barek learns the history of Thorin and what not. Besides I wasnt expecting any thing easy, I have always loved a challenge. This is also a way for me to gather information and set it to writing for the History of the Clan Thorgison and what a role Kazad Dawr plays in the molding of that history and the affects it has on the Clan as a whole. Barek's personal quest for all the details involving Thorin is set to have ramifications on the Clan as a whole.....wether its for good or bad is still to be found out.])
(IC:) Barek looked to Lokri with something akin to supriseAch then 'e must have done some thing of import to earn such a artifact!
At this point Barek looked around the assembled tavern seeing that a quieted hush with a few murmurings had fallen over the crowd and even a few patrons were openly evesdropping on the conversation.
In a more hushed tone, Ach Lokri, Throndin, tis seems this no longer be one of the best of places to discuss such matters, perhaps we best step outside.
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Post by kadrik on Jan 25, 2006 13:57:20 GMT -5
[ooc: I don't think any of us made a over the top post, but I will bear it in mind. Thanks for the xp, I've now got all me skills ;D]
bic: Lokri looked around, Barek was right, matters such as the location of a artifact of such importance were no matters to be discussed where untrustworthy manlings could listen in. He noticed the Tileans were eying them with particular animosity, and now was probarbly a good time to get out before they began a wild goose chase. "Aye, yer right Barek, but let's not rush, ye have come a long way tae get here, sit a while, and enjoy your drink. Don't worry about the manlin's, half of them know me as a freind, and the other know I am nay afraid of knocking their blocks off if they step oot of line." Lokri said with a smile at his merchant rivals. Whom became even more enraged by his taunting, (not that Lokri cared, he wouldn't mind a fight) "Lets finish our drink in dignity, and then we can retire to the lower sections and find a place to speak in privacy. I'm sure both my clan members and Throndin's know alot about your uncle. So tell me, how was your journey?"
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Barek Thorgison
Miner
Give me a good axe and some dwarven brew.....and I can take on the world.
Posts: 59
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Post by Barek Thorgison on Jan 25, 2006 17:00:21 GMT -5
Barek nodded in argreement, Ach tis sounds like eh plan.
The serveing wench at this time came by placeing the ordered drinks on the table before departing to see to other customers. Barek reached for one of the tankards and took a drink to clear his throat.
Ach the journey from Karaz-a-Karak twas a long journey for when I set out all I knew from me father was to start searching for me uncle at Karak Kadrin. The journey from Karaz-a-Karak to Karak Kadrin saw me first combat aside from trainning I recieved from me father. I 'ad bought passage on a merchants caravan that was 'eaded to Karak Kadrin to and we were forced to stick to the Imperial rodes as the bloody manling merchant did nae want to go threw the mountains like any sensible dwarf would. The caravan was aboot 'alfway to Karak Kadrin when we were ambushed by a small band of gobbo's. They came on us on the back of wolves bigger then themselfs. They burst of the treeline that 'ad not been well managed, it 'ad over grown all the way to the road ye see. Thanks to that we lost four manlings before they could even draw their weapons. I was in the upper part of the caravan on one of the wagons transporting dwarven goods. I was able to fell a gobbo with me crossbow that me father 'ad gifted to me. Took the bloody greenskin right between the eyes, HA! The wolf didnt even know its master was dead before it fell off it.
Barek took another swig of the ale before continuing.
Ach now these gobbos were bloody cunning i tell ya. They attacked us from all directions at once. Five to the right, five to the left and five from the both in front and behind. 'ad the bloody caravan boxed in before we knew it. But not just that they went for the wheels on the lead wagon. Disabled the blody manling made thing and blocked us in. They 'ad also attacked were the road was the narrowest. The fighting was a fierce thing and tae be 'onest those 'ours of bloody trainning did pay off. The manlings put up a good fight once they got themselves organised but it twas the dwarfs that carried the bloody fight. I acounted for four gobbos and three of their bloody wolf mounts during the fight. The other dwarfs Grimm Thunderbeard, Throm Stonehead, Snorri 'alfhelm, and Grom Stonesheild took the fight to them and held down each of the points with myself being on the right flank. We each anchored a point in the line while the manlings regrouped around us. Once the manlings 'ad formed togther we were able to drive the gobbo's off into the forest after killing about eleven. Ach we did not go unscathed tho. We lost a total of eleven of the manling guard and Grom fell to an arrow that pierced his throat guard from one of their short bows. I also took a bad wound which nearly lost me eye.
Barek tilted up his helmet to show a wicked scar that started a hairs breathe above his right eye and ran accross his forhead.
I was fighting two gobbos when a third caught me on the 'elm with its axe from the back of one of them bloody wolves. If I 'adnt started to duck would ah caught me right in the face.
After we saw off the gobbo's and tended to the wounded and baried the fallen we 'ad to tend to the wagons to see what was lost. They bloody 'ad sacked one of the eight wagons and damged a lot of them with one being disabeled. Well Grimm had recieved some training in egineering and we were able to perform enough repairs to continue.
We made it to Karak Kadrin after that without much of a problem. Tho one manling did die from a bad wound to 'is leg that went bad.
Barek finished with a slug of ale that was neering completion.
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Post by kadrik on Jan 25, 2006 17:34:13 GMT -5
"Bloody wolf riders! They are a nuesence everywhere these days! Ye can be sure ye will have to fight the bastards a least once while yer here ma freind! Lokri said, and some of those who were listening in began to talk about the raids from the Black Star tribe on the Dawi Koni of the Yetzinburg colony. "So how did ye fair once ye made it to the slayer keep?" Lokri inquired, taking another savoured draught from his tankard, thinking this could yet be a good tale.
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Post by Throndin Ironbeard on Jan 26, 2006 10:48:29 GMT -5
Throndin drunk his ale while the two older dwarfs spoke about Thorin and Bareks journey to Kazad Dawr, normally he would have taken Lokri up on his off of giving what he had left to him, but with quality ale, well the matter was different altogether.
From Barek's tale it seemed like he hadn't lead such an adventous life as he originally thought, but still fine ale and a good tale was better than nothing at all.
The silence in tavern as this dwarf unwound his tale was disturbing not even humans were normally this quiet when a tale was told, even the smoke seemed to hang in the air and pass slowly so that each breath that they tale was told with would be blown in their direction.
When Barek and Lokri started taking about goblins and showing off the scar Throndin broke his silence, Bloody basterds these grobbi, their getting worse by the seasons. I wouldn't be surpirsed if the trade caravans stop coming all together, even their horses are thinking twice about pulling the carts up the paths, they must be able to smell the wolves or something. What we need is to head out and kill the leaders like my father did, that'll break their nerves. He banged his tankard on the table as he said this, as if a challenge to the greenskin tribes themselves.
Throndin was still young and knew very little about open war, true he trained hard in the barracks, the only true battles he was part of was during the war of the deeps in the closing year, even then he wasn't allowed in the front line but rather as the reserve to cover any dwarfen routs. But his fathers blood pumped his body and would often make him think of things that he was not capable of doing....or at least without heavy or fatal toles.
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Post by kadrik on Jan 26, 2006 16:09:34 GMT -5
Lokri listened to Throndin's words, they were what he would expect to come from a younger dwarf, but he did agree, it seemed dwarfs just weren't as brave as they used to be. "Trouble is them Black Star lads is soo fast, I just hope they don't swallow up another tribe o' greenies, cos then they will really become a problem." Lokri said solemly, with a few of the other dwarfs in the hall gave nods of agreement. A grey bearded ranger sat towards the bar gave a wisened but proud cry from within the sombre quietness of many people's eavesdroppings. "Tis them bleddy Greyscabs we wannae be worryin' about! Tis'ny natural for goblins to sit in their little dens and not attack! They're plannin' and assault on the hold! An I knows it!" The ranger shouted, with some humans rolling their eyes at the dwarf whom they beleived to have lost his marbles, and now spent most of his time telling faerie stories to those gullable enough to listen. "Aye, ye not wrong, but they can stay in their crag an rot fae all I care, we need to get rid of this new breed of savage grobi afore they start taking over whats not rightly theirs!" A dwarf tradesman called in answer, then a dwarf miner shouted, "Nonesense, tis the Skaven who are the real threat!" Now the entire pub broke into a great conversation of where the most threat to the hold could be found...
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Barek Thorgison
Miner
Give me a good axe and some dwarven brew.....and I can take on the world.
Posts: 59
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Post by Barek Thorgison on Jan 26, 2006 20:15:56 GMT -5
Barek listened to the arguement of the gorbbi and skaven. He knew from his experiences and the stories his father had told that there was one true enemy greater in ferocity then the most visious greenskin and as unending as the skaven.
Barek slammed his tankard violently on the table gathering attention from those nearest to him. Ach the bloody greenskins are a menace and the skaven are practically numberless, but there is one foe that rises above any, one foe that 'as been 'ere sense the days of the gods. Chaos.
As the terrible word slipped from his mouth the arguing ceased to murmurs.
Ive seen the atrocities they have commited, fought against their barbarians, me family was driven from their 'ome and land because of these bloody beasts. Nay I dont think there be one enemy more dangerous to any 'old or 'uman settlement. They are as visious and bloodthirsty as any greenskin and they 'ave numbers that rival the skaven. They are the bane of all civilization. he continued in a solemn voice. The story his father told him when he had come of age, of his hold and the terrible beast that had ravaged his people ran threw his mind. His own fight against the marauders and beastmen and the bloodshed he had seen while he had stayed at Praag was still fresh in his head. All dwarf land and 'uman land 'as been afected by it whether they know it or not.
With a derisive snort Barek marched out of the tavern and into the streets surrounding the tavern.
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Post by Throndin Ironbeard on Jan 27, 2006 19:10:09 GMT -5
As Barek stormed out the tavern was quiet, then the silence was broken by the clatter of plates from the kitchen and the noise flooded back into the room.
Throndin sniffed, and turned to Lokri,Wonder whats up with him, I knew about the chaos gods as its not been that long since they were pushed back, but I thought their power had been weakened for they retreated pretty fast across the empire twice as fast as any grobbi would. What do you think??
Thronding swigged the dregs of his tankard and wipped his mouth with a gloved hand, and looked at Lokri for inspiration.
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Post by kadrik on Jan 28, 2006 6:23:30 GMT -5
[ooc:Just wonderin, is the timeline currently just before the SoC or after?]
Lokri looked at this strange exit of Barek, but perhaps the loss of his clan home to chaos was getting the better of him. It would surely feel the most indignity he could imagine to be forced to abandon ones home to be sheltered by others as a refugee, dwarven pride would surely make it very hard for the acceptance of sanctuary. Perhaps this was linked to the reason Thorin took the slayer oath. "Hmph, I would'ny no what's in the fellers mind, seems like a bloody silly thing tae do, stormin' off leavin' the room when ye have trapsed all the way fae Karaz-a-Karak." With that commotion over, the tavern returned to its previous sincerity. Lokri was hungry, and was having a battle between his stomache and his wish to follow Barek, however, Lokri was never one to rush, and decided to have his meal, then set off to find Barek. "A canny be arsed chasin' after him, ye can go if ye want lad, but he wont be leavin' the hold any time soon. BARKEEP! I'll have a Dawr angus stake with roast veg' if ye don't mind, and I want the whole thing swimmin' in gravy!" The barkeep nodded and set off to inform the chef...
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Post by Drasanil on Jan 28, 2006 13:24:52 GMT -5
[OOC: From the looks of it, Grum made the timeline just before the Light Breeze of Chaos.]
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Post by Throndin Ironbeard on Jan 29, 2006 13:09:57 GMT -5
ooc:I thought this site was after the storm, oh well my bad.
IC; Throndin didn't feel like going after Barek, but niether did he want to sit and watch Lokri eat,He'll come back apart from here, the market, and the temples, there is no where for a traveller to go, unless they want to run head first into Skaven territory. Throndin finished the last few gulps of his ale with a resounding belch to signify his approval of it.
Removing his helmit he scratched the top of his head and replaced his helm again,As for me I'm off to the barrecks to get in some more combat training, if these grobbi are going to attack I want to be sure I'm in peak condition. I'll talk to you later Master Lokri.
Throndin pushed his chair back from the table and plowed through the crowd to the door where he disappeared into the tunnels towards the barracks.
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Post by kadrik on Jan 29, 2006 16:57:29 GMT -5
Lokri smiled happily whilst carving through his meal, and then stopped to say his farewell to Throndin. "Aye yer right lad, Barek won't get too far! I'll most probably see ye in the barracks meself soon, enjoy yer trainin'!." Lokri smiled and happily munched away, once again he was the last person of his group in the tavern, but never mind, another drink wouldn't hurt. He looked around, the busiest time in the tavern had passed, and now there was more than enough for each group of travelers/locals to sit on a table of their own. The Tileans hadn't moved, not an inch, they ominously sat watching their greatest rival like lynx stalking its prey. They drank only red wine, red like the blood that boiled at the sight of the dwarf. Tilean's are hot headed folk, and from their land were war is constant, they have learned a particular moral immunity to killing. Lokri was perhaps not in the best position, and with a few drinks more in his gut, he would be unlikely to be able to fend them off.
However, as far as Lokri was concerned, they were only manlings, and not particularly hard ones at that, no doubt he would be able to take them on, and he was too stubborn to admit there was a chance that he couldn't. So there he sat, enjoying his meal, ignoring the other denizens of the tavern and taking no notice of the five humans who did not seem eager to take their eyes off him.
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Post by kadrik on Jan 30, 2006 13:34:34 GMT -5
Lokri sat there, quite leisurely drinking away as the tavern emptied further still, and now only the sorts of people whom seemed never to leave this place were left. Except of course, the Tileans. They still held their blood stained glasses pompously as they rotated their liquor, they seemed in no rush at all, and Lokri wondered who was tending to their stall, and then again who was tending to his? O yes, Barik was of course, not to worry...
Another drink was in hand, no rush since he was not expected back to the barracks for at least an hour or two, one last drink would keep him nourished when he showed the young ones some real talent with an axe. He walked leisurely over to the bar and Oleg grumily came forth to serve him, Lokri gave him the wink, and signaled for a pint of ale, then began speaking to the barkeep... ----------------------------------------------------------------------- "When'sa he going? Eh? He'sa neva stop drinkin' the fat old belly on legs!" "We 'ave to get 'im soon else he will have spent up! Comprende' Manfredi?" "Quiet you dogs! We will get our gold when he'sa dead and not taking away my customers? Now look natural before he catches on!" "Your customers? Who'sa the one doing all the hard work a'? Why if I here'say any talk of you getting more'a the money I'll lay'a you down as quick as we do him!" "Ay-yah-ay! You don't know the first thing about business Pepe'! You'll have the business sinking before I hit the floor!" "Whata you talking about! I puta as much work into the business as you Manfredi! Half of it is mine!" ... ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The two Tileans bickered away, and soon the other three got brought into the argument in a endless stream of Tilean obscenities and backless threats. They hardly noticed Lokri finish his drink, and pass through the door, until Pedro saw the tavern doors shut. "He'sa gettin'away!" The five angry men turned in unison at the humans cry, and then suddenly pelted towards the door like scalded hens... [ooc: Continued in the Bazaar]
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