S P R I N G  W I N D  K E E P - 1 5 T H  D A Y  O F  S U M M E R
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In general, Drimbold cared little for camraderie and speeches that impassioned the masses. The old Longbeard knew it was necessary for morale, and this Douchess seemed like she believed her words and would hold to them. He now saw she wasn't the soft sort he had initially thought. Perhaps this crusading army had the right zeal to face this unrelenting enemy of the dead after all. 

Ubiquitous puffs of smoke billowed out of Drimbold's pipe as he listened. The heavy old Dwarf was set down on a small stone border 'round the stables. His gear was on him, as it often was nowadays. Swords were drawn and hefted high, and to compensate for his lack of excitement, he let out a ring of smoke that flowed out toward the crowd to show his support.

Once the contingent of troops set out, he pulled himself to his feet and stuck his finished pipe back in the small rucksack that held his belongings. "Thank the Mountain Queen." he muttered, referring to Belias of course. The Dwarf did not often hold to ceremony when it came to the younger races, or Elves for that matter. But his God would always garner respect from him, who owes her his life and another chance for vengeance. 


M A R C H I N G  O R D E R S ;  R O A D  T O  N U B I N A - 1 5 T H   D A Y ,  8 T H   H O U R
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They trudged forward through the coming wilderness. Drimbold was old and short legged, but he had a tirelessness to his stride that was more akin to a boulder rolling downhill than a man marching. With his huge Axe rested upon his shoulder, and his great shield upon his back, he strode confidently and inexorably forward. An acorn fell and struck his helmet, 'pinging' off of it and ricocheting into the bushes.

The bodies hung before them was a good sign. These days, feeling grim was by far the most common mood or feeling Drimbold was used to, and this only deepened such things. However, it was an indicator they were on the right track. [i]As long as undead are getting closer to axe distance, it matters not to me who they see fit to hang as a warning to those without the stomach to take what happens in war[/i].