Ties that Bind - Citadel Adbar - Chapter 1 "The best defense is a good offense..."

Noticing the scrutiny from the halfelf she says: "There is more then one way to manipulate energies and some are less obvious... yes, I can teleport, among other things, but I don't use fireballs and such. I prefer more subtle ways, they tend to be less messy. As for dramatics... I think with dwarves they would actually be more of a hindrance, not an asset."
 

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When Bruggin finally reached the forges, he noticed a bit of commotion coming from a group of dwarves gathered around mouth of one of the flaming forges. There he saw a young dwarf who's arm was badly burt, apparently from some accident while working in the forge. The young dwarf was in a great deal of pain and he kept shouting for a healer, while some of those standing around tried to calm him. One of the dwarves at the edge of the group saw Bruggin approaching and exclaimed:

"Oh, thank goodness you've happened by this way Bruggin, this young lads been burnt and needs some healing. Surely you can help, right?"

Bruggin found it more than a bit frustrating that his devote worship and study of the divine could earn him disrespectful comments from more than a few of his fellow dwarves (especially those in the forges, since he had never worked there), but the same folk were so kind when they needed his favor.[/sblock]
 

Beard wagging left and right as the Dwarf shook his head, Bruggin stamped forward, already chanting aloud in Dwarven.

"Inkar-nahk ashtagh mir tohn der gahnt,
Acht orrehn nir ossuf nilu duhm..."


Pausing, he placed his hand on the wounded Dwarf's arm, above the burn so as not to cause further discomfort. Eyes closed, he murmured the last syllable of his chanting, sending what was likely far more healing magic flowing into his subject than was likely necessary, but even if Bruggin was a difficult soul to wrangle with rules, he was still a stalwart and caring Dwarf, posessed with a heart of a forge, even if he did not work in one.

Fiery to the last, but filled with worth.

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Converts one Recitation into Cure Critical Wounds.

"Bruggin rolls 4d8+11, getting [7,1,5,8,11] = (32)"
 
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I was referring to fireballs, colorsprays and other attack spells like this, I'm not a fan of this kind of spells, but they do serve their purpose...
And teleporting, while being invisible or hidden, is quite subtle for me.
Disappearing without a trace and no hint where you went, is a good thing in my opinion... never let your enemy settle into a comfortable rythm, always keep him guessing.
 

Bruggin:[sblock]After administering the healing spell to the young dwarf, the thankful shouts from those around him make Bruggin feel like a real savior. Being an industrious group, the cround quickly disperses, returning to their labor, leaving just the boy and his master standing before Bruggin. The elder turns to the previously burned dwarf and smacks him on the back of the head:

"Now waddaya say ta Bruggin for helpin ya?"

The young dwarf looks up timidly and seeing the holy symbol of Clangeddin, mutters his thanks.

"Thank you much sir for helping me. Clangeddins power is as merciful to the dwarves as it is wrathful to our enemies."

With this, the two return to their forge and continue working on an oversized suit of full-plate.[/sblock]
 

Kyoni said:
I was referring to fireballs, colorsprays and other attack spells like this, I'm not a fan of this kind of spells, but they do serve their purpose...
And teleporting, while being invisible or hidden, is quite subtle for me.
Disappearing without a trace and no hint where you went, is a good thing in my opinion... never let your enemy settle into a comfortable rythm, always keep him guessing.

"More or less the same I believe, and it never failed me. I´ve bothered to study a couple of evocation spells, bu I rarely give them much use." says Jares. "True what you say about the enemies, though it´s better not letting them even guess."
 

"But it's way harder to achieve." Yorlii replys, "Just about any creature with sufficient brains, will try to anticipate your next step. You just have to make sure they guess wrong, which, admittedly, sounds easier than it is."
Having emptied her mug of beer she looks questioningly at Jares: Want anything? Unless you have an idea how to pass the time till tomorrow? I'm bored to death!
 


GSFRumble said:
Bruggin gestures at the plate, stroking his beard as he speaks.

"What manner o' bein' are ye makin' yon armor for?"

The older dwarf looks up from his work.

"Oh, Bruggin, I din't think ya were still here. This here piece of armor, and a few more like it, are bein hammered for a couple a centaurs in the High Forest. Stange if ya ask me, cause I've never made armor like this for a centaur. I thought them creatures din't were this kinda stuff. I best get back to my work though, this accident has already set us back for the day."
 

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