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Dwarves!

As celebrations goes Brazmere couldn't recall a feast so grandiose. Some of remaining kegs of 'All Sorts XXXXX' frugally being handed out along with some of the best smoked duroc pork on offer. The glow of the braziers giving everything on the tables a golden halo.

Brazmere was taking his fill but of course more liquid than subsistence and as his tankard hit the table his fellow 'surfacer' Beorthric turned up with another.
"Cheers Gents" raising his brew along with a few others that heard. The laughter and cheering of the night was infectious along with the boisterousness between fellow dwarves and clans. Beorthric pointed out a table of orebreakers wanting to draw first blood in the evenings festivities. Brazmere drew a large grin across his face as Kragg agreed he stood up on the bench pointing at the breakers table "Who do you think you are? A bunch of orecrumblers with 'my first pickaxe' at your side dare challenge us?! Bring it on!" Brazmere stepped off the bench onto the stone floor knocking the shoulders of his comrades "Come on lads, this will be easy"

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP (Black Crusade Inspired) [CLOSED]

Marden 'Dusk Killer' Alvarark

In the depths of the Hive there is always work, gangs vs gangs, nobility trying to cause a scandal. You just have to find the right person. Marben was one of those people, a dishonoured military man but with some skills to get tasks done. For the past 3 years Marben has made a name for himself ‘The Dusk Killer’ more of a trophy name thanks to certain jobs.

Several tiers below the hive where the sun doesn’t even reach the slums are always covered in damp slurry and the air almost has the taste of rust thanks to the ageing equipment and lack of mechanicus maintenance. Within one of the millions of alleyways is a small watering hole, the smell of unsanctioned brews being concocted.
“It's definitely him, look at the picture” two men were coercing with one holding a partially torn poster; Wanted dead or alive, extremely dangerous by order of the Planetary Arbiters. The poster had a poorly drawn close up of a male with long brown hair, crooked nose and a scar running from the centre of the lower lip past his chin and curled towards the neck. The poster also gave a description of a Male with average height and average build, commonly seen wearing a long leather coat and black undergarments.
The second man took a look at the poster before looking across the rundown ‘bar’ to a table where a single male sat. He was smoking, as he took a drag his head lifted and the dull shine of the indoor light cast a shadow of a scar on the lower face.

The two men continued to bicker as the single man calmly sat and smoked.
It seemed the men came into agreement, nodding together before standing up one blocking the door and the other approaching the table “We know who you are, now whats it going to take for us not to kill you?” said the hulking man, his hands clenched.
“This” The man replied before a laspistol blasted from beside the table colliding with chest leaving a gaping hole, the clothes crisped up beside the cauterised flesh as the corpse dropped to the floor. The second man, shocked, decided to run than fight screaming in the streets for some sort of law enforcement. Marben stood up unquivered by what happened, was it the tranq liquor? Unlikely, his callousness and lust for death were more of a role to play.
As an acting guardsmen his fear was stripped from him as was his morality and care for most beings. Marben became cold, almost a psychopath with little regard for the what's and whys of his orders; the only satisfaction was the killing. He began to crave more and swifter deaths as if he became blind drunk and whatever was in front of him was the target. Unfortunately these ‘tendencies’ were not appreciated by his fellow comrades which has led him towards this new path.

Marden 'Dusk Killer' Alvarark
Chaos God: Khorne

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP (Black Crusade Inspired) [CLOSED]

@Jb I was thinking khorne whispering in his ear, shall I move the paragraphs or just put the character name withing the character tab?

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP (Black Crusade Inspired) [CLOSED]

Let me know what you think

In the depths of the Hive there is always work, gangs vs gangs, nobility trying to cause a scandal. You just have to find the right person. Marben was one of those people, a dishonoured military man but with some skills to get tasks done. For the past 3 years Marben has made a name for himself ‘The Dusk Killer’ more of a trophy name thanks to certain jobs.

Several tiers below the hive where the sun doesn’t even reach the slums are always covered in damp slurry and the air almost has the taste of rust thanks to the ageing equipment and lack of mechanicus maintenance. Within one of the millions of alleyways is a small watering hole, the smell of unsanctioned brews being concocted.
“It's definitely him, look at the picture” two men were coercing with one holding a partially torn poster; Wanted dead or alive, extremely dangerous by order of the Planetary Arbiters. The poster had a poorly drawn close up of a male with long brown hair, crooked nose and a scar running from the centre of the lower lip past his chin and curled towards the neck. The poster also gave a description of a Male with average height and average build, commonly seen wearing a long leather coat and black undergarments.
The second man took a look at the poster before looking across the rundown ‘bar’ to a table where a single male sat. He was smoking, as he took a drag his head lifted and the dull shine of the indoor light cast a shadow of a scar on the lower face.

The two men continued to bicker as the single man calmly sat and smoked.
It seemed the men came into agreement, nodding together before standing up one blocking the door and the other approaching the table “We know who you are, now whats it going to take for us not to kill you?” said the hulking man, his hands clenched.
“This” The man replied before a laspistol blasted from beside the table colliding with chest leaving a gaping hole, the clothes crisped up beside the cauterised flesh as the corpse dropped to the floor. The second man, shocked, decided to run than fight screaming in the streets for some sort of law enforcement. Marben stood up unquivered by what happened, was it the tranq liquor? Unlikely, his callousness and lust for death were more of a role to play.
As an acting guardsmen his fear was stripped from him as was his morality and care for most beings. Marben became cold, almost a psychopath with little regard for the what's and whys of his orders; the only satisfaction was the killing. He began to crave more and swifter deaths as if he became blind drunk and whatever was in front of him was the target. Unfortunately these ‘tendencies’ were not appreciated by his fellow comrades which has led him towards this new path.

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP (Black Crusade Inspired) [CLOSED]

I've never played a bad guy but for my love of the 40k universe I shall try, I'll see what I can come up with

Dwarves!

Brazmere

Picture:

Name: Brazmere Granitebrew

Age: 103

Gender: Male

Appearance: Brazmere is wide as he is tall 3 feet to be precise, broad shoulders from carrying barrels and sure feet to hold him steady whilst doing so. His hair although lacking on his head is white but his beard a mucky grey tone thanks to the tanning from various liquids soaked into it. The facial hair itself is loosely braided but mainly held in place by several tarnished brass rings. His normal attire is a green short sleeved tunic covered by a well worn leather apron. Within the apron a small hammer and assorted tappers

Skills and Flaws:
Strong - From the collection of hops to brewing and moving the barrels to the bar Brazmere along with his kinsmen they aren't weak and they enjoy to be tested, weight lifting, the stone carry all solidifying them as one of the stronger clans in Thrillem.
Iron Guts - Brewing is a fine art but unfortunately there is an off chance something goes wrong. Out of date ingredients, a faulty keg which has lead to Brazmere being able to stomach all manner of foreign things.
Brawler - Some people just cant hold there weight and when it kicks off in the tavern Brazmere is often asked to step in and cool things down, lucky for him with shovels for hands its not hard to knock or throw out the unfortunate sod who decided to start it.

Greed - Currency is fast moving within the tavern be it for a beer, gambling or odds on the first knock out for Brazmere and the tavern the house always wins.
Inebriated - Brazmere is not always sound of mind, there's always a thirst for the next round
Goading - Brazmere enjoys to push folks buttons to cause a reaction, good or bad

Background: In the early days of Thrillem the Granitebrews were labourers and hard workers. Many other clans possessed the skills to build craft and construct and they would provide the materials. As the halls became grander and trade started they set up a tavern on the mid level called 'The Open Door' as the name suggested available to all. Brazmere is one of 5. He has learnt from his family what it is to be a brewer from start to finish. As a young lad he was behind the scenes aiding in the brewing and cargo to the tavern. Over time becoming a local bar keep and friend to every man (with coin). Braz which he is known for short is a fairly relaxed yet sarcastic dwarf taking most things in his stride however he does enjoy to poke and prod certain locals for his own amusement. He can be assertive when needed especially when a brawl gets out of hand and can handle himself whilst in one too! As traditions go the Granite Bowl held each year testing your physical strength and fortitude is a favourite and for Brazmere comes his competitive streak, last year just beating his cousin in the last round; the boulder toss to bring the trophy back home. This year however he has been inducted into this 'adventure' although nervous he is eager to write another chapter for his families linage.

Dwarves!

Picture:

Name: Brazmere Granitebrew

Age: 103

Gender: Male

Appearance: Brazmere is wide as he is tall 3 feet to be precise, broad shoulders from carrying barrels and sure feet to hold him steady whilst doing so. His hair although lacking on his head is white but his beard a mucky grey tone thanks to the tanning from various liquids soaked into it. The facial hair itself is loosely braided but mainly held in place by several tarnished brass rings. His normal attire is a green short sleeved tunic covered by a well worn leather apron. Within the apron a small hammer and assorted tappers

Skills and Flaws:
Strong - From the collection of hops to brewing and moving the barrels to the bar Brazmere along with his kinsmen they aren't weak and they enjoy to be tested, weight lifting, the stone carry all solidifying them as one of the stronger clans in Thrillem.
Iron Guts - Brewing is a fine art but unfortunately there is an off chance something goes wrong. Out of date ingredients, a faulty keg which has lead to Brazmere being able to stomach all manner of foreign things.
Brawler - Some people just cant hold there weight and when it kicks off in the tavern Brazmere is often asked to step in and cool things down, lucky for him with shovels for hands its not hard to knock or throw out the unfortunate sod who decided to start it.

Greed - Currency is fast moving within the tavern be it for a beer, gambling or odds on the first knock out for Brazmere and the tavern the house always wins.
Inebriated - Brazmere is not always sound of mind, there's always a thirst for the next round
Goading - Brazmere enjoys to push folks buttons to cause a reaction, good or bad

Background: In the early days of Thrillem the Granitebrews were labourers and hard workers. Many other clans possessed the skills to build craft and construct and they would provide the materials. As the halls became grander and trade started they set up a tavern on the mid level called 'The Open Door' as the name suggested available to all. Brazmere is one of 5. He has learnt from his family what it is to be a brewer from start to finish. As a young lad he was behind the scenes aiding in the brewing and cargo to the tavern. Over time becoming a local bar keep and friend to every man (with coin). Braz which he is known for short is a fairly relaxed yet sarcastic dwarf taking most things in his stride however he does enjoy to poke and prod certain locals for his own amusement. He can be assertive when needed especially when a brawl gets out of hand and can handle himself whilst in one too! As traditions go the Granite Bowl held each year testing your physical strength and fortitude is a favourite and for Brazmere comes his competitive streak, last year just beating his cousin in the last round; the boulder toss to bring the trophy back home. This year however he has been inducted into this 'adventure' although nervous he is eager to write another chapter for his families linage.

Miscellaneous: I might think of some later

Ive written this ahead of if there is room, I hope so and if not an NPc for you :D

Dwarves! Interest Check

Hello there, if there room left?

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@Genkai Thanks for the update, how goes the move?

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Looks like we have lost our two gm's :O