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tuvarkz
Rommash of the Warsong
Durotar
Rommash gave a look at the piece of meat in question. That white thing on it was either a coagulus or a fungus. Either problem had the same solution. The orc just said "Well, just take it off with a knife, as well as the surrounding meat, and cook it to fully. Like that, the meat should be eatable.". Rommash then turned to Zudan and said: "Well, I agree we should rest a while. There's no pressure anyways."
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Post by
Levarus
Zudan Bloodcraze
Durotar
Zudan fell to the ground and lazed on the sunbaked soil, closing his eyes instantly and falling into deep sleep.
Post by
Joemaster240
Sila
Goldshire
She picked up the sword and put it back where she had it. "Yup. Let's go." She said grabbing Peter's hand and heading off.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Peter Brighthammer
Location:
Goldshire
Peter let himself be lead out of the inn, pausing once clear at the small fruit cart which lay outside. Grabbing a couple of apples, he passed one to Sila and forked over several copper to the owner.
Post by
Joemaster240
Sila
Goldshire
Sila grabbed the apple out of the air and took a bite. "mmmhmm." She said, bits of juice from the apple running down her chin. "Dish ish good." She said as she chewed.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Peter Brighthammer
Location:
Goldshire
Peter took a bite of his own and nodded in agreement. Still eating, he made to move towards the open door of the smithy.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Richard Argon
Location: Goldshire
Richard walked along the side of the cart while Shadow followed close behind. He looked down at the bow he had gotten occasionally looking at Mel's bow. "Is it hard to use a bow?" He asked suddenly.
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Post by
Joemaster240
Sila
Goldshire
Sila kept on eating her apple as she let Peter lead on toward the Blacksmith.
Post by
Sparkbolt
Character: Richard Argon
Location: Goldshire
"Practice huh?" He said looking down at the bow in his hands. "Guess I'll have to find a string first and some arrows. And find some targets. Dam this is going to take forever."
Post by
Atik
Andrew Stone
Goldshire
"You think that's hard?" Andrew asked. "Imagine spending almost six years reading books before you can even make a fireball." He commented, summoning a rather pathetic spark in his hand. "And then you find out that if you try throwing it, it vanishes."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Peter Brighthammer
Location:
Goldshire
The blacksmith was swelteringly hot. Flames roared like a dragon behind their grill in the forge, the bellows pumped heavily, and the clang of hammer upon the anvil by a large, heavy set balding man with a thick black beard and sooty grey apron filled the brick and metal forge. Peter waited by the door until the blacksmith ceased his efforts upon a broadsword, laying down his hammer and wiping a muscular arm across his forehead, flicking away any collected perspiration.
Peter coughed loudly, drawing the mans attention. Raising a bushy brow inquisitively, the man strode to the pair with heavy, thudding footfalls, stopping to tower before them like a mountain of muscle.
"Hello?" the blacksmith asked, wiping his gloved hands on each other. "Need something?"
Post by
Behelich
Character
: Bruce Valois
Location
: Goldshire
"Nice to meet you," Bruce repeated.
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Post by
Atik
Luther Darkbone
Orgrimmar
The Forsaken glanced around at the others within the inn; Orcs and Trolls, mostly, with the occasional Tauren. There weren't many of his own kind at all throughout the city, and even fewer in the inn. Granted; that made sense with their lack of need to sleep or eat.
Luther possessed long stringy hair; a sickly green in color to match his skin. His face was somewhat deformed; metal spike stuck out from the corners of his eyes, holding them in his head. His nose was pressed in and crooked, and one of his ears was missing entirely.
Long black robes covered his skinny body and hid the bones protruding from various location; his back and shoulder and arms most notably. Two simple daggers were held to the belt around his waste on one side, and a large pouch hung off the other side.
Within the pouch were books; covered in demonic runes. One such book was actually opened on the table before him; the object of his study.
Or, at least, it would be. If two Trolls nearby weren't making enough noise to raise the dead... pun completely intentional.
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Post by
Atik
Luther Darkbone
Orgrimmar
"Wha-" Luther fell backwards in his chair as the troll nearly ran into him. The table fell over; the book flying off and sliding along the floor.
"Ugh..." The Forsaken grumbled, getting up.
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Atik
Luther Darkbone
Orgrimmar
"Is it really that hard to balance with only two toes? Oaf." Luther spat at the Troll who had knocked him over. He glanced around for his book.
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