What kind of story am I? A romance? A tragedy? Or just another cautionary tale?
;^) fine dwarven crafts are my SPECIALTY. @ that one person who requested Varric, you’re welcome. Bianca and Varric’s looks here were based off the bits with them from Until We Sleep, though I modified her hair just a bit.
Full view the last panel for a painful little surprise.
Visitors to Ironforge may have seen a new sight at an old location. The Cask ‘n’ Anvil pub has received a new sign. The Dwarven tavern open each Friday evening at 6 bells has long been found simply by word of mouth. Now with the new signage, the business hopes to draw in new and old customers alike.
(OOC: A WRA Tavern has become canon! Congratulations to Modarin and the Dwarven Community for this recognition by the Blizz team.
The Cask ‘n’ Anvil is located directly across from the Flight Path in Ironforge. Check it out today and stop by Friday evenings to meet Modarin in person!)
I got a chance to play again with everyone (Sexiest Zombie, Range Proficiency: Dwarf, What Did He Say?). The Party consists of Pete The Warrior, our Necromancer Friend (No one knows his name, we just call him Nec), Anges the Dwarven Boomerang(played by our former cleric DM) and Myself. We are exploring a vampires haunted castle in search for the key that leads to his quarters, we soon come up to a door that stands out.
DM: The door is cleaner and more well kept than most, it is adorned in gold and has spiders carved out of wood.
Nec: Ooooo f*ck no… Nope, no no no. No, my contract says no spiders!
Anges: Tis just a door! Pete show dis ninny ‘ow to be a man!
Pete: I’m with the necro on this one, I don’t want to die again…
Anges: Oh for the love of- FINE *Anges opens the door*
Dm: As Anges opens the door, a larger nearly empty room sits beyond the it. The floor is scattered with webs and bones, the smell of decaying flesh filling the air. You see a pedestal at the back of the room, on it sits a old key, the key that opens the way to the vampire. But just as soon as you see the key, a grotesque hissing is heard from the ceiling as two very large decaying spiders descend and block your path.
Pete: Aaaaaand those are undead spiders…
Nec: I think I just shat myself…
Anges: Ya ’re all just a wee bunch o'cowards! PETE THROW M-
Me(OOC): I run into the room, screaming at the top of my lungs, attempting to dodge the spiders, grab the key and get out!
DM: *Eye twitching* Roll me dexterity twice and apply your bonuses…
Me(OOC): *Rolls a 19 and a Nat 20, but with bonuses from enchanted equipment I dodge both spiders* I parkour around the spiders, running on the walls while still screaming at the top of my lungs. I grab the key and jump off the back wall, performing rad flips over the spiders before landing halfway across the room, then back out! I slam the door behind me shut and bar it shut before looking back at everyone.
Oh boy I have lots of thoughts about dwarf babies ALL THE TIME
Dwarf babies are colloquially called Pebbles and are small with fuzzy pudgy cheeks!
Parents carry them around in slings when they’re very little and often keep them nearby when working on their crafts. The babies get comfort by holding onto their parents’ beards or hair, and they like to grab noses when they’re in reach.
(They also tend to headbutt things in reach when they get the strength for it)
Dwarves raising pebbles tend to have quite good support from others when caring for them, especially within extended families and guilds. Bearers of pebbles are highly respected for crafting life like Mahal the Maker crafted the first dwarves.
As pebbles grow, the first craft they learn (or at least try) tends to be that of a parent or other family member, because they are around them when they work.
(Contrary to popular belief, dwarf babies do not spring from the ground or the stone. The misconception that the Dwarven reproduction rate is so low is held by other races because not many outsiders ever get to SEE dwarf babies. Dwarves tend to raise their children in the mountains where it’s safe)
Welcome to the Dragon Age Romances, where you can romance among other things a shapeshifting forest witch, a grumpy lyrium elf that claws his way through people, a mage possessed by a spirit/demon, a giant hulking horned guy who calls himself a bull and a literal god, but where it would be “too alienating” to romance a dwarf.