Post by Belzak Earthshaker on Nov 28, 2007 11:29:26 GMT -5
[glow=white,3,300]
Name:Belzak Earthshaker
Nicknames:"Belzy" "Hellz Bellz"
Gender:male
Race:Dwarf
Class:Dwarven Mercenary
Allignment:chaotic neutral
Description: 4' 8" Solidly Built, Very well muscled, short black mohawk, black "sherrif style" mustache , blue eyes, Multiple tattoos covering his hairy body, usually carries around a double headed battle axe
and enough explosives to take out a pack of wargs
Abilities:Very good at making exsplosives, digging, taking core samples, and causing a ruckus. EXPERIENCED drinker.
Background: He doesnt remember his own past, the only thing about himself he knows is his name and his capabilities... other than that his past is a mystery. There is only one thing he THINKS he knows.. He thinks he might be either the reincarnation of, or the geuine article of, Thibbledorf Pwent, infamous Mercenary from the Old Kingdom, from a time before Xar was reborn....
Languages:Speaks Dwarven, Elven, Common , High speech, Goblin, Orc, Giant, Troll.
Enemies: trolls,goblins giants and orcs.
Mottoes: [/glow]
"know thine enemy, then blow them to the nine hells"
"What is left when honor is lost?"
"Good laws have their origins in bad morals."
"A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort."
"If I have lost confidence in myself, I have the universe against me."
[glow=white,3,300]rpsample:[/glow]
Pulls out a flask and takes a swig and coughs...
"I think not my friend I only drink Strong Ales Brewery's Finest Holy Water"
Looks dismayingly at the burning gate, formulating aplan in his head as he takes a seat
"judgin by the look on yer face ye've never heard o The Strong Ales...take a seat and listen. The Strong Ales Brewery is a dwarven brewery, they produce the more 'dwarfish' types of ale. This business has established quite a honourable reputation as they guarentee that a keg of their extra strong finest is able to down even the most stalwart of dwarven drinkers, and they havent been wrong yet!"
Takes another swig
"To create their ales they use a big distilation vat where they distill their alcohol, or as the owner likes to call it.. 'dwarven holy water', they simply keep the furnace running all day and all night to maximise alcohol production. The alcohol damp is then funneled into the tower where it is cooled down so the damp condenses again, this then slowly drips into a glass tub. In case of a dire emergency, that the local greenskins attack again.. they could even use this glass tub in the same way as boiling oil, but well.. considering their dwarves.. this would really be the utmost last resort. From this glass tub they can drain alcohol into either one of the two brewing vats in the back of the brewery. When they are busy draining one vat of its precious (and finished!) ale (offcourse.. the owner loves to check the quality of their products!) they are allready working on the next batch in the other.
laughs a bit and puts away his flask and grabs a fragmentation bomb and throws it at the gate...rolling back towards the hole in the ground
Name:Belzak Earthshaker
Nicknames:"Belzy" "Hellz Bellz"
Gender:male
Race:Dwarf
Class:Dwarven Mercenary
Allignment:chaotic neutral
Description: 4' 8" Solidly Built, Very well muscled, short black mohawk, black "sherrif style" mustache , blue eyes, Multiple tattoos covering his hairy body, usually carries around a double headed battle axe
and enough explosives to take out a pack of wargs
Abilities:Very good at making exsplosives, digging, taking core samples, and causing a ruckus. EXPERIENCED drinker.
Background: He doesnt remember his own past, the only thing about himself he knows is his name and his capabilities... other than that his past is a mystery. There is only one thing he THINKS he knows.. He thinks he might be either the reincarnation of, or the geuine article of, Thibbledorf Pwent, infamous Mercenary from the Old Kingdom, from a time before Xar was reborn....
Languages:Speaks Dwarven, Elven, Common , High speech, Goblin, Orc, Giant, Troll.
Enemies: trolls,goblins giants and orcs.
Mottoes: [/glow]
"know thine enemy, then blow them to the nine hells"
"What is left when honor is lost?"
"Good laws have their origins in bad morals."
"A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort."
"If I have lost confidence in myself, I have the universe against me."
[glow=white,3,300]rpsample:[/glow]
Pulls out a flask and takes a swig and coughs...
"I think not my friend I only drink Strong Ales Brewery's Finest Holy Water"
Looks dismayingly at the burning gate, formulating aplan in his head as he takes a seat
"judgin by the look on yer face ye've never heard o The Strong Ales...take a seat and listen. The Strong Ales Brewery is a dwarven brewery, they produce the more 'dwarfish' types of ale. This business has established quite a honourable reputation as they guarentee that a keg of their extra strong finest is able to down even the most stalwart of dwarven drinkers, and they havent been wrong yet!"
Takes another swig
"To create their ales they use a big distilation vat where they distill their alcohol, or as the owner likes to call it.. 'dwarven holy water', they simply keep the furnace running all day and all night to maximise alcohol production. The alcohol damp is then funneled into the tower where it is cooled down so the damp condenses again, this then slowly drips into a glass tub. In case of a dire emergency, that the local greenskins attack again.. they could even use this glass tub in the same way as boiling oil, but well.. considering their dwarves.. this would really be the utmost last resort. From this glass tub they can drain alcohol into either one of the two brewing vats in the back of the brewery. When they are busy draining one vat of its precious (and finished!) ale (offcourse.. the owner loves to check the quality of their products!) they are allready working on the next batch in the other.
laughs a bit and puts away his flask and grabs a fragmentation bomb and throws it at the gate...rolling back towards the hole in the ground
