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The All-Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

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The All Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

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The All-Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

Karlig listened to the words of Copperbeard with much interest. The mention of Belegar Ironhammer brought a curious raising of the Engineer's eyebrows. But it seemed the mighty Ironhammer was not the one they would be fighting for on this day, no it was the very High King himself! A Dwarf born in the lands of umgi having such an honour bestowed upon him, it was unprecedented to be sure. Still, he did not put forth his excitement. Dwarves were an emotional folk even if the emotion was typically hate; he could not look like an excited beardling and so simply put forth a solemn nod.

"I shall go to the ends of the earth by the will of the High King, elder. But, what exactly shall we do in Ekrund? I don't think less than a dozen Dawi even if all great daemon slayers could retake the hold, so our cause must be something else." Karlig rubbed his own beard thoughtfully. Was there perhaps the blueprints of an invention? Or some Tome of Runelore? Perhaps a jewel so grand it could buy a mercenary armada of the manlings to march forth in the name of the Karaz Ankor? These were not these thoughts to have, but he did have an interest in them simply because it would make the quest better thought out.

Despite his seeming doubts of Copperbeard in voice, the Engineer stepped forth with his steam axe drawn and upraised in salute, smoke lightly puffing out as the blade revved. "But, elder, for the Karaz Ankor I shall do anything if so called upon. You have my axe, my heart, my soul."

The All-Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

Karlig descended to Barak-Varr's hangars with Master Engineer Phorkinsson with much interest in his eyes. Of the Karaz Ankor he had only seen Karak Hirn in his life, and a new hold was as much a sight to behold as the first one. He was very much interested in the unique architecture, the chosen designs of arms and armour, and all sorts of mechanisms employed. He wondered if the culture of Barak-Varr would differ significantly from that of the hold he lived in before. He knew he still didn't even fit in completely down South, would he be simply seen as an outsider, or perhaps recognized as a Dwarf from the manling cities?

Only time would tell.

As Karlig wandered about, looking for the Engineers guild in some futility, he tapped a passerby on the shoulder. He asked the kinsman where he could find what he was looking for, but did not expect the response he got. His counterpart seemed like an ordinary miner, but he informed him that his skills could be used elsewhere. He gave Karlig directions to a place that certainly wasn't the Engineer's guild, before scurrying off on his own business. Bewildered, the Engineer still didn't know where the guild was and on the basis of 'why not?' decided to go see what this ordeal might be.

When he got to Copperbeard's headquarters and came to see this Copperbeard himself, it seemed that he wasn't alone, other Dwarfs also present. Most of them had some sort of martial bearing, and the small Dammaz Kron held by the fair haired Dwarf gave him a slight foreshadowing of what was to happen. He knew he wasn't a fighter, but when you've got gunpowder and brains on your side, he didn't really have to be.

Seeing nobody else was, Karlig opted to step forth. "It's an honour to see you, Lord. Me name's Karlig: Karlig Azmarand, Engineer."

The All-Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

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Character Name: Karlig Azmarand

Clan and Hold (if any): Karak Hirn Engineer's Guild

Gender: Male

Age: 192

Career/Profession and Skills:
Karlig Az is an Engineer of quite considerable skill. He has learned much from both men and Dwarfs in tinkery, alchemy, and sciences as a whole. He is a decent shot, though outside of firepower he relies largely on his steam-axe simply breaking his foe's weapon

Equipment:
He has a rifle that possesses elements of both Dwarven Rifles and the Imperial Hochland Long-rifle. It has a scope and long (for a Dwarf) barrel, rifled grooves, a reinforced but flared muzzle to allow it's use as a blunderbuss, an intricate firing mechanism, and many other important intricacies. In addition, he has a pistol also very similar to Imperial repeater pistols with six rifled barrels loaded from the back. He is protected with rather thick scale-mail, each scale shaped like a cog for both aesthetics and to help them interlock for more protection, his head covered by a thick leather coif and horned helmet. For close combat he has an axe sized somewhere between a one and two handed variant, but perhaps most noted is the steam-powered nature of it. The weapon is a passion project in which eccentric Runesmiths assisted him. The rapidly moving axe-head allows him to quickly get through armour and barriers he faces alike, not to mention gorily splitting what flesh it touches.

Physical Description: He is rather normal in height for a Dwarf at 3'11, possessing a fiery red but finely trimmed beard and whiskers, bark brown eyes and shortly cropped hair to make his leather coif with helmet fit tighter. Even for a Dwarf his nose is quite round and red giving the impression of a strawberry, along with a thick ginger unibrow.

Background/History:
Karlig was born to a family of Dwarfs in a Tilean Dwarfen quarter. As for many city Dwarfs, their life was far more liberalized with but a small fraction of the regimented traditional nature that Mountain Dwarfs had. He was relatively free to explore the city, visiting the Engineers, Alchemists, and Architects guilds of the humans to try and find his vocation. In truth, he found much interest in all of these fields, but he suffered for he was not able to go forth with his true calling, Dwarfen Engineering, the work that combined all of these into one glorious art.

Just before coming of age, he informed his family that he would head to the nearest Dwarven Hold - Karak Hirn - to find where he truly belongs. Leaving them little time to interject he swiftly packed his things, and joined the caravan going towards his ancestral home.

Once he finally reached it, he knew the choice was right. The amount of like-minded people around him, the great designs, the wondrous sense of Hearth and Home. The first thing he did was promptly go forth to the Engineer's Guild, and ask to be taken in. He was met with much skepticism and even some laughter. However, once asked for a demonstration of his knowledge their doubts were somewhat mollified as the umgi appeared to not be as daft in their teaching as they had heard. If they took him on and he was a flop, little effort was wasted, but if he was a success then much good would come to Karak Hirn from this.

Thus Karlig became an apprentice Engineer, but not without difficulty. So far from his place of birth his studies were slowed down for he had to spend much of each day in the mines working for sustenance. But though this meant he started behind, he eventually was able to synthesize earning of his keep and his studies as he began fixing dysfunctional mechanisms around the hold.

Many decades passed and Karlig barely noticed as he passed his first century of life and began to approach his second. Though not a Master in his own rite, it was deemed that Karlig had learned as much from these Engineers as he could, and it was recommended he see other lands. It was suggested to him by another Engineer that he could lift him to Barak-Varr on his Gyrocopter for he had business to attend to, and Karlig agreed. So, not knowing quite where fate will lead him he goes to a new Hold!

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Rundel was marching along with the Slayers, singing songs of old and reclaiming hearth and home. He was a stranger to Karak Eight Peaks to be frank, and he believed there were holds more urgent in reclaiming. Karak Zorn for example, if it was found and retaken would truly make the Karaz Ankor an Empire again.

But, these were no longer his problems to think about. All he needed was a good death. He had gathered quite the posse, as only a few Slayers present had a more impressive kill-tally, but this did not interest him very much either. Bootlickers often only got in the way, and thus he did his best to 'politely' brush them off.

Still, morale had to be maintained. Thus he sang with his full lungs, and made a point of clanging his axes in time with the song.

When at last he arrived, he really didn't have much to do. He drank some of the more flavourful ales rather than the strong ones, for now preferring to stay sobered. Having an ambush annihilate the force before it even descended would be tragic to say the least. No, after a mere forty mugs he declared he'd had enough, and went for a wee nap until King Belegar began the incursion. Until then, he gathered his strength and dreamt of the great foes he'd kill.

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Horacio no longer had the glazy eyes he had whilst in his meeting with Lisbeth, but he nevertheless looked gaunt and weary for the meeting with the ambassador. He didn't bother to speak much, but he did raise an eyebrow in question when the man stated they must come unarmed and unarmoured. It seemed in the interest of diplomacy Victorine conceded to the request, much to Horacio's surprise. If he were her, he'd tell the ambassador to stick it where the sun doesn't shine. His eyebrow rose even higher when the ambassador described in detail what attire he expected to be worn.

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In acknowledgement of the formality of the occasion, Horacio trimmed an errant hair here or there, but ultimately the man was unchanged. After all, the he had more important concerns. He made sure that he brought his Rosarius and power-maul ensemble, those two always went together and he could always make an analogy to a Royal Scepter if it was questioned... an extraordinarily large one of course, to assert dominance of the Priest. But there was more to consider. The Sisters seemed to accept relinquishing their firearms, but he damn well wasn't going to do so. He put on a particularly thick, ceremonial set of robes with lots of frocking and the lot. He always forgot the right amount of starch-simulants to have used upon it, and thus it felt like he was wearing cardboard covered in sandpaper. Still, it was a necessary sacrifice. Off of his shotgun he used his power-maul to smash off most of the stock and barrel, before using a mono-knife in his grooming kit to carefully take off the rest so he wouldn't have sharp jagged metal prodding him for the time they spent on Cekrov. It was put on safety with a full load of shells, several more loads worth hid about his person. But that wasn't all he had to bring.

The Confessor looked to his bolt-pistol, and gave a weary sigh. He hid a few clips amongst various recesses amongst his robes, but he very much wanted to also keep one ready in it for the potential situation he had to quickly draw it. Considering where he was going to hide it, this would cause far more discomfort than his atrociously starched robes.

Finally donning his large hat that now housed several combat knives and units of ammunition, he was ready. Looking at his face in the mirror he still looked like shit, but having purpose took his mind off of the recent events rotting his mind.

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He was the third to come - doing his best to seem like he was walking normally - waddling awkwardly due to all the things he had hidden about him. The Sisters might question his movements knowing his usual gait, but he hoped they wouldn't voice their thoughts lest the ambassador and others realize that something might be fishy - it would best be that he simply thought years ministering to spire nobility or praying down on his knees made him such.

As he neared the present duo he couldn't help but grin, giving a giggle-snort any wild hog would be proud of. Trying to choke down his chuckle but failing while he shook his head, he gave them a greeting. "Hullo Sisters, looking forward to the descent?"