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The Crazed Kingdom, Gabaras

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Thank you kindly. And now we wait for everyone else to come join in.

The Crazed Kingdom, Gabaras

Drink up!

Banard Kegborne

Standing a fair 3 feet 7 inches, about average for a dwarf probably. Well muscled and hefty is he, with golden locks, a shaved pate and a glorious golden beard. Aye he's still young. Great muscled arms from lifting kegs of mead, beer, and other spirits besides. A brewmaster and proud of it.

Gender : Male // Race : Dwarf // Age: 34

Personality
Loud, proud and often drunk on his own supply. Banard comes from a 203 year long line of Dwarven Brewmasters. And you better believe he's damned proud of that fact. The Kegborne family has been brewing since his great grandfathers time. Banard took up after his father, after his father decided to retire. He's not an angry dwarf, infact he can very well be thought of as jolly. A kind man, but disciplined and firm when it comes to drink and drinking.

He's been handed a small empire of breweries, brewhalls and the near sacred list of brews that the Kegborne family has created. It's almost like a religion to him, tending to the list and his holdings. Straight and proud is how he was taught and he'll be right fucked if he doesn't do his father and ancestors proud!

Background
There's a saying among dwarves. "Warriors fight with axe, shield and crossbow. The Old dwarves grumbles about how things were in the past. The miners dig, and the Lords scheme. But if you want to know the heart of a dwarf city, you find the Brewmaster." And in alot of cases this is true. Brewmasters keep the dwarven people happy with full tankards and good company and play.

Banard comes from the Southern Dwarf Holds, lands of great fields among rocky mountains. Great pillars or grey stone and fertile fields. Perfect for wheat, and barley growth as well as cattle. The Kegborne own vast tracts of land for barley and wheat and lands for breweries that have been in the family for just a little over two centuries. The family have cultivated a list of fine drinks, and are just a little proud of the fame this has brought. Banard most of all as he continues on this family empire.

He's no stranger to hardship, as he spent 10 years in a Dwarven deep mine team. Thick armor and axe-pick in hand fending off dark things while digging out veins of precious metals and ores. Something like an official term of service before he could go off and do something else. After that term he went back to his families holdings and began to learn how to be a brewmaster from his father and grandfather. It just felt right to carefully create the Kegborne blueberry beer.

Magic

Dwarven Rune Magic
The Art of Striking the Words of Power

Banard is no Runemage or Rune Smith, but he knows a few runes that he can strike into his boilers and fermentation chambers. Chief among these are the Swirling Waters rune which can act as a back up for stirring mash. And the Roaring Flames rune, that can replace a heating element for keeping the boilers nice and warm. He knows a few more, like a rune for protection against harm and another that is like a proximity mine that causes a stun effect. But little else.

Equipment
No dwarf is without a good axe, or hammer, or mace. It's what they know and what they'll wade into battle with. And Banard has his old axe from his days as a deep-miner. The one handed bearded axe has a hefty weight to it, perfect to hew into a foe. Can also be two handed for extra power.

He also has a great steel and silver tankard. Something his great grandfather made in his spare time. It's got no special enchantments but for whatever reason when it's filled with a good brew and someone drinks from it they always say they feel more refreshed afterward.

When not defending his holdings from the odd brigand or bigot, he wears thick brewers gear. Made to protect from hot mash and hot vats. A pair of jean overalls, cloth wraps about his wrists and forearms, heavy thick leather boots, a cotton shirt and leather trousers.

But when wading into battle. He wears a dressed down version of the gear he wore as a Deep-miner. The Deep miners wore head to toe heavy Adamant Star Iron armor. But sadly such suits are not given away. And when he finished his term of service, he had to return it. But in it's place after a few years making only the best brews. He could purchase something that would be almost as good. A chest piece of bronzed Dwarven steel, hardened leather braces and pauldrons, a set of steel plated greaves and boots. Rounded out with a leather and stel plated skull cap. Not quite the Deep-miner armor he grew used too but serviceable.

CODE: "Well then, you think you know your brews? Well take a swig o' this then!"

The Crazed Kingdom, Gabaras

Drink up!

Banard Kegborne

Standing a fair 3 feet 7 inches, about average for a dwarf probably. Well muscled and hefty is he, with golden locks, a shaved pate and a glorious golden beard. Aye he's still young. Great muscled arms from lifting kegs of mead, beer, and other spirits besides. A brewmaster and proud of it.

Gender : Male // Race : Dwarf // Age: 34

Personality
Loud, proud and often drunk on his own supply. Banard comes from a 203 year long line of Dwarven Brewmasters. And you better believe he's damned proud of that fact. The Kegborne family has been brewing since his great grandfathers time. Banard took up after his father, after his father decided to retire. He's not an angry dwarf, infact he can very well be thought of as jolly. A kind man, but disciplined and firm when it comes to drink and drinking.

He's been handed a small empire of breweries, brewhalls and the near sacred list of brews that the Kegborne family has created. It's almost like a religion to him, tending to the list and his holdings. Straight and proud is how he was taught and he'll be right fucked if he doesn't do his father and ancestors proud!

Background
There's a saying among dwarves. "Warriors fight with axe, shield and crossbow. The Old dwarves grumbles about how things were in the past. The miners dig, and the Lords scheme. But if you want to know the heart of a dwarf city, you find the Brewmaster." And in alot of cases this is true. Brewmasters keep the dwarven people happy with full tankards and good company and play.

Banard comes from the Southern Dwarf Holds, lands of great fields among rocky mountains. Great pillars or grey stone and fertile fields. Perfect for wheat, and barley growth as well as cattle. The Kegborne own vast tracts of land for barley and wheat and lands for breweries that have been in the family for just a little over two centuries. The family have cultivated a list of fine drinks, and are just a little proud of the fame this has brought. Banard most of all as he continues on this family empire.

He's no stranger to hardship, as he spent 10 years in a Dwarven deep mine team. Thick armor and axe-pick in hand fending off dark things while digging out veins of precious metals and ores. Something like an official term of service before he could go off and do something else. After that term he went back to his families holdings and began to learn how to be a brewmaster from his father and grandfather. It just felt right to carefully create the Kegborne blueberry beer.

Magic

Dwarven Rune Magic
The Art of Striking the Words of Power

Banard is no Runemage or Rune Smith, but he knows a few runes that he can strike into his boilers and fermentation chambers. Chief among these are the Swirling Waters rune which can act as a back up for stirring mash. And the Roaring Flames rune, that can replace a heating element for keeping the boilers nice and warm. He knows a few more, like a rune for protection against harm and another that is like a proximity mine that causes a stun effect. But little else.

Equipment
No dwarf is without a good axe, or hammer, or mace. It's what they know and what they'll wade into battle with. And Banard has his old axe from his days as a deep-miner. He also has a great steel and silver tankard. Something his great grandfather made in his spare time. It's got no special enchantments but for whatever reason when it's filled with a good brew and someone drinks from it they always say they feel more refreshed afterward.

CODE: "Well then, you think you know your brews? Well take a swig o' this then!"

Blatant Inspiration: Samuel and Josef Bugman from Warhammer Fantasy: The World that Was

@DesperatePerson

The Crazed Kingdom, Gabaras

@DesperatePerson

So how much trouble would I get into for nearly blatantly plagarizing one of my favorite characters in another IP and bringing them here?

The Crazed Kingdom, Gabaras

@DesperatePerson I'm going to put a sub on this thread. And see here it goes.

Relics of the First Age

@Renny

Q'Ral Dinrah

It's a steady gait that takes the tall being to the grounds of the circus. And to it's untrained eye, no surprise really, he saw only the glitz and glamour of the circus, and no undertones if there were any. The tall person enters the edges of the circus with a rubber necking look as he peers about at the tent and any of the attractiosns about grounds. Truly could be an easy mark. Who knows in the end. The big man hums, hearing the sounds of beasts in the back, and the chatter of the circus crews.

Yes this is one of the things that Q'Ral came to see. A soft-folk circus. Marches of the soft-folk style. Try and get an idea of the soft-folk culture and lifestyle. And since getting to Etrid, this is the most interesting these he's seen since watching a man several days to the south breaking a wild horse to the saddle.

But this, this seemed quite nice indeed. Perhaps he'd get to see a show. A performance of some kind. Any kind really. Get to know these soft-folks amusements. Q'Ral himself could settle for an evening of sculpting but a circus sounded lovely. So he started to roam the grounds curiously, wanting to see the sights.

Relics of the First Age

@Sep

Working on a post over here, hope to have something by tonight (Apr8th) or tomorrow (apr9th)

Warhammer 40k - Brave New World [Shipwrecked Colony RP] (Looking for more Survivors!)

Arkos ADAM

It's a moment of calamity. Ships of the Imperium just don't come down like this. The human is small, with adult features but barely 4 feet tall. He groans as he wakes. And is instantly grabbed by a shipman. He's directed to help with the extrication of other survivors. A team of seven including him using prybars and salvaged cutting tools and torches to get past a twisted piece of ship stress bar, a thick piece of plasteel ribbing that shored up some of the internal walls of the grand cruiser. And behind it? A bulkhead door, held shut by the giant metal spar. The team of seven grunt and work, torches and cutters grinding and hissing as they work.

Being on the outer edge of the crash area thus it's easy to miss the approach of something. Yes survivors hurled free of the crash as it hit are slowly limping into the area, attending medicae tents and rest areas before being sent to help. The small shipman from before calls to the survivors within the sealed door "We're coming! We'll get to you soon!" He rams his pry bar into a small crack and pulls, the metal spar groaning as it shifts slightly. The team shout and work harder seeing their efforts rewarded. And their inability to pay attention outwards masks the steady thump of something approaching.

But the air is pierced by a snarl as something comes charging in. A cat-like thing. Claws and teeth and lanky powerful limbs. It screams as it runs at the team of seven on the outskirts of the crash site. The seven spin and holler for help. Guardsmen soldiers hearing and coming to run, but they may not get there in time. One even trying to snap off a shot. And gasping when the cat-thing goes down, cut almost in two. The guardsmen looking to their own. But the shooter shakes his head, saying he missed. The cat-thing for all it's injuries tries to move again, crawling on three legs and snarling. But this time everyone hears it. And sees it. As a blue-white bolt of some kind of energy lances in and causes the cat-thing to explode this time.

Many of the guardsmen know that sound, the shot of a Galvanic rifle. Even now the electrical cloud of energy left behind fizzles out. And from over the rise he fired from, the decorated bronzed face plate of a Skitarii appears. Even now Arkos ADAM slings his backup Galvanic rifle over his left shoulder. The large Transauranic Arquebus on his arm flicking from target to target as he approaches the crash site. Stopping beside the team of seven crewmen who are at their rescue site. Towering above them the Skitarii Alpha stands there looking down at them visor gleaming in the sun as what appears atleast to be a single red eye sweeps back and forth behind it. They jump when there's a static hiss and blurt of sound. Directed at them. To the uninitiated Binaric is not but sound. But to any who may have the blessing it'd be the words, and knowledge of, <<Imperial Citizens, I am Arkos Alpha Delta Alpha Mike. I seek the Primus Rex Helicanum. Produce his whereabouts.>>

Poor Arkos ADAM could probably be forgiven seeming to be just a little annoyed when the crewmen just stare at him still in shock from his arrival. Arkos ADAM grumbles, the sound being produced sounds like the shifting of ill oiled cogs. He looks over and scans the approaching guardsmen and other survivors. That same blat of sound and static and code, <<Citizens of the Imperium. I seek my Manpile the Felixus Fulgari Beta. Lead by Primus Rex Helicanum. Produce their whereabouts.>> He scans the very small crowd as there is still work to do. Was...that just a sigh the metal man produced. <<Omnissiah help me...>> Another blat of code as a few people mill about. Arkos ADAM sighs then looks to the seven who are starting to move again, <<I shall assist.>> Time later to find his maniple.

@Andreyich@Dog

The Fallen Court

Emmm sounding good. Looking forward to this when/if it gets off the ground.

The Fallen Court

Dang that's nice. Helps with the idea I'm working on too. Thank you.