Topic: When the Silence Breaks...
Subject: Every game I'm in...they make me smash something...typecasting
Thondrirr Stonehewer was admittedly out of his element, and had been that way for many a month. His many long years had been spent with his clan, whether serving at his post on the city guard or accompanying a mining crew deep in the heart of a crevice, his life had been entirely enveloped in Krosan society. He had given his all for his clan, and it had all culminated in this journey, an honour to be chosen, and a great responsibility to his clan. The situation in his home was dire enough to warrant a venture through the lands of the filthy abovegrounders, and Thondrirr had been chosen for his staunch support of the cause. He accepted immediately despite his personal reservations about the journey. Clan before self, before gain and before all.
The last month had been hard. Crossing the Icereach at first had nearly broken him, its vast expanse devoid of warmth and companionship, the terrain barren and unforgiven. Many times during the nights he had reconsidered his pledge, but ultimately his resolve won through. He looked back one final time as he crossed into Veythor, swore an oath that he would not cross the tundra again without the help his people sought. He made his camp just there that night, savouring his last moment of peace before he would undoubtably be forced to seek shelter among the incessant, inane babble of the human (and god forbid elven) settlements over the rest of his quest. His patience would definately be settled over the coming months.
His first foray into a human town went as expected. Despite his appearance as a weary traveller none asked if they could aid him, reinforcing his already flat impression of their society. A wandering dwarf who stumbled into the Stonehewer clan was not only greeted wholeheartedly but quite often with a large tankard of ale and a pleasant conversation. It seemed the humans had yet to learn anything of hospitality.
Or cleaniness. His quarters had been over-priced, under-serviced, and possibly had not seen maintenance in months. The bed was no softer than the very stone from which his hammer had been hewn many years ago, and he spent the night sleeplessly, cursing the stupidity of the innkeeper for allowing his lodgings to reach such a state of disrepair. He longed for his home in Dascau, a place where he could be sure that a warm bed awaited him each night, and he cursed the innkeeper again. He cared more for his barmaids, and Thondrirr spent about an hour in the common room before their moral bankruptcy convinced him that his time here would be better spent in his room, away from the whorish maids and the pathetic guests who ogled them. He woke early and left long before the sun had rose. The sooner this ordeal would be over the better. Tomorrow would not be too soon.
By the time he arrived in Evis Nollan (a name for the life of him he could not figure out how to pronounce, nor did it matter the town was about as important as a goblin's piss) he had already resolved to make it a quick stop. His patience for these whore-spawn had just about run out, and his warhammer hung heavy on his back, if he had to deal with anymore stupidity this day he would not be held responsible for his actions.
His arrival at the inn went smoothly enough, he barely had to speak the owner for more than a minute to get his point across. Coin was exchanged and he began the trip up to his room when a familiar sound assailed his ears. He looked over at a table to see a tall Syln man absently rolling dice accross his table. Thought he tried to turn away, he eventually relented.
"Just one game, a quick roll for the system and then you get out.", he told himself, "Filthy inbred's probably got them weighted anyway..."
He sidled slowly up the table, letting his bags fall to the ground but keeping the hammering firmly in its loop. He laid a few coppers on the table, probably more money than this pathetic man had seen in weeks and indicated the dice, not wanting to spend any more time talking to the man than he had to.
"'Ey there shorty.", the man slurred, obviously plastered on this cheap watery drink humans substituted for good, strong mead. "I bet...I bet 'ur one them THUNDER-hammers ain't 'cha!"
Thondrirr could feel his pulse quickening. This blathering idiot was quickly getting in over his head.
"I heard youse was wasted by 'dem GOBLANS!" he boomed, apparently proud that he had managed to string together an almost coherent sentence, regardless of its authenticity. "Tiny li'll goblans...no bigger than a kid now ain't 'dey? Why I hear tha--"
Thondrirr didn't even let the lout finish his sentence. Before the man could react he had throw the table over, and his fist was making strong contact with the man's jaw, which gave a satisfying *crack* as it was forcefully closed. The man staggered for barely a second, then his eyes rolled back and he plummetted backwards onto the floor, drool spilling from his now twisted jaw.
"Ye weren't there ya filthy curr, so ye should be knowin' better than'ta talk about it now ya'hear?" he spat down at the man, wiping the blood from his fist. The words felt dirty in his mouth, and he normally wouldn't sink to the level of actually using common, but he wanted to make sure none of the half-wits left standing would get it in their heads that he was one to be messed with.
He looked up. There was one woman screaming, hiding herself behind another man, there'd be no issue there. The three men caught his eye across the room however, one had already drawn a knife and his partners we moving in themselves, obviously unable to realise the mess they were about to find themselves in.
"Tha's the way it's going t'be ya blind fools is it?" his warhammer was already in his hand. "If ye think ah'm of a kind tha' a bunch a goblins can wipe out, ye'r gonna be find'n that ye've made a grievious miscalc'lation.", he roared at them, pausing to spit on the unconcious man as he said "goblin". He swung his hammer out, smashing an unfortunate chair to splinters, and reached toward his pack, slinging his shield up into his off-hand.
“So if ye lie-preaching man-folk, rapists o'the land and ever'body in it, feel ye’ve got nothin' better than to be make'n up stories about other people and their misfortunes,” he clanged his warhammer against his shield loudly, "then ye'll find ah'll be put'n an' end t'yer fables, an' a grim bloody end it'll be!"
Thondrirr readied himself, staring down the three men as they moved to encircle him. He tapped his chest, reassured that he had remember his breastplate. Surely it would serve him now. His warrior instincts began to kick in, and he moved into a more defensive stance. His reverie was quickly broken by something he had expected. Another group had entered, changing the scenario up considerably.
The first thing Thondrirr noticed was dwarf, not of Krosan blood but far closer than anything he had encountered since leaving his home. While a dwarf would be welcome company, his choice in companions was unfortunate. From what Thondrirr could see, the dwarf was accompanied by a pair of elves, one of which had already drawn her blade and began moving, apparently thinking he needed the help of one of her feeble kind. The elf's words rang out against his ears, her shrill elven voice stinging his ears.
"I do believe, one on one is a fair fight. Though the Dwarf may feel that three to one is acceptable." she said, and Thondrirr spat in her direction.
"The day ah need you foul fey be the day ah find m'self in th'ground." he retorted, she'd most likely only make things worse and make a fool of him by association. No he would resolve this insult of honor the way he was trained. By himself and on his own terms.
"Shakhal, nockh! You wanna get this place all bloody when we just came in for a quiet rest? They may deserve it, but we don't! We'd like ta stay in a place that ain't demolished and open to the cold. If you'll wait until we get settled, I'll even help you get to these gherks by making sure they don't or can't run away from ya. 'Kay?"
His native tongue was a refreshing sound after the month of listening to these lesser races' drivel, and though he held no ill will against this dwarf, he was not of his clan, and probably had no notion of what had trespassed.
"Brother, these donkeys have insulted a great clan's honor, and I will not allow this transgression to go unpunished." he spoke quickly in dwarven, how good it felt to speak that tongue once more. "I advise you those that follow you to stay out, lest you want me as your enemy"
With that, Thondrirr moved himself with his back to the upturned table, ignoring the muted calls of another of the humans. Once more he slammed his warhammer against his shield, the loud *clang* sounding throughout the room. "Ye think ye've the skill do ya ye inglorious bastards? Feel'n brave? Well let m'see what ye've got."
((OOC: If I'm acting first, ready an action to strike the first within reach, subdual damage unless the guy with the knife gets serious. If any of the other group come in here other than the dwarf they'll be tasting my hammer as well. Enjoy!))
Posted on 2008-10-06 at 04:21:54.