This is the tale of Stukos Anrizmorul, one of seven dwarves who set out to build an outpost in the hot, haunted forests of The Mythical Spike.
Proficient Miner
Competent Wood Cutter
Competent Carpenter
Competent Mason/Competent Building Designer
Proficient Herbalist
Proficient Brewer
Proficient Cook
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We didn't know who he was at first.
I was in the tavern with Cerol and Urdim again. It was the same old same old, we were joking and drinking and having fun.
"Hey, Stukos, Urdim, remember that one time when we were kids?"
"Could you be any more vague?"
"Shuttup Urdim, you know what I'm talkin' about."
"Yeah, yeah I do. Why don't you tell everyone, Stukos."
"Hey, why do I always have to tell the stories?"
"Shuttup and start talking!" Cerol yelled out, half drunk.
I had just stood up on the table when he came in. He was with Erith, and they both walked right up and shoved me off the table.
"Hey, what's going on? What's with the table stealing, Erith?"
Erith hopped up on the table while he leaned against the wall. Erith threw his arms in the air and started yelling to everyone.
"Hey, you drunk sacks of ogre shit, we've got a little proposition."
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[ March 03, 2007: Message edited by: Lord Blue ]
[ March 03, 2007: Message edited by: Lord Blue ]
[ March 03, 2007: Message edited by: Lord Blue ]