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Daurant, Holy Warrior of Moradin
Barreling forward not unlike a rolling metal keg of ale, Daurant finds himself in a long, narrow hallway occupied by four strangers, none of whom seem to be tuskers or of this place. A wide grin lights up his visored face as he claps his two waraxes in a warrior's salute.
The dwarf warrior you see, for he is surely a dwarf and a warrior by the looks of him, is almost indiscernible from an ornate metal bucket clad as he is from head to shins in battle scared plate armor and sporting a rather large and sharpened waraxe in each hand. The visored help upon his head coupled with the voluminous braided hair of his beard and moustache make it difficult to discern the grey eyes sunk behind the visor. A silver chain with a symbol, of a deity most likely, dangles at his chest, clanging against the metal breastplate as he moves.
He seems to shout at someone unseen.
"Ah! Come, we join the fray! Stay close!"
He then looks to the nearest of you, Sugrin.
"If you be here to lay low the tuskers who defile these halls, speak so, and tell this Hammer of Moradin how he might serve your cause!"
Show Mechanics
Free Action: Speak
Swift Action:
Move Action: Run north (move x3 due to armor) towards the sounds of battle.
Standard Action:
Stat Block
Daurant, Holy Warrior of Moradin
Barreling forward not unlike a rolling metal keg of ale, Daurant finds himself in a long, narrow hallway occupied by four strangers, one of whom seem to be tuskers or of this place. A wide grin lights up his visored face as he claps his two waraxes in a warrior's salute.
The dwarf warrior you see, for he is surely a dwarf and a warrior by the looks of him, is almost indiscernible from an ornate metal bucket clad as he is from head to shins in battle scared plate armor and sporting a rather large and sharpened waraxe in each hand. The visored help upon his head coupled with the voluminous braided hair of his beard and moustache make it difficult to discern the grey eyes sunk behind the visor. A silver chain with a symbol, of a deity most likely, dangles at his chest, clanging against the metal breastplate as he moves.
He seems to shout at someone unseen.
"Ah! Come, we join the fray! Stay close!"
He then looks to the nearest of you, Sugrin.
"If you be here to lay low the tuskers who defile these halls, speak so, and tell this Hammer of Moradin how he might serve your cause!"
Show Mechanics
Free Action: Speak
Swift Action:
Move Action: Run north (move x3 due to armor) towards the sounds of battle.
Standard Action:
Stat Block