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[color=82ca9d][b]Theodore Doubleblade[/b][/color][/centre]


Theodore barked a laugh at Argus' expense when the hammer struck the poor fool in the chest. Evidently the lads comrades weren't as up to his tom foolery as Theo was. Likely his outburst had caused this group a fair bit of trouble, but that wasn't really Theodores issue. The hammer took off on a repeat journey to its master with a direct course through the Deurgars body. Theos hand shot out and grasped the handle firmly, resisting the call to return to its master with brute strength as he inspected the weapon. Theodore had spent his formative years crafting weapons and armor that would tickle the surface dwellers green with envy but the hammer was exquisite to be sure. 

Theo stepped back and released the hammer back to its master and observed the older dwarf, though still a youngling compared to himself!, and approved the stern look in his eyes. Hardy folk these two even if the younger was a bit of a hot head. Not that his own behavior had been all the better. [color=82ca9d]"Strong weapon you have. Tell me, stranger, did you do the runic work yourself? Or is that an heirloom from a time when the surface dwarves were more capable?"[/color] Not intending that to be an insult, he realized as he spoke that it may be taken as such. Theodore still frequently made weapons and arms for the Isle guardians and had forged his own suit of the finest mithril and obsidian he had painstakingly managed to meld together. Well enchanted, durable, and coated in spiraling runes, it was a suit of function and form. A masters work.