<a class="username" data-user-id="41251" data-username="@BlooBlanket" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/41251/">@BlooBlanket</a><br/>Voran went forward to retrieve his thrown spear, pulling it free of the base of the trunk, not realizing how deep it had sank and causing him to put his boot against the base and yank it out two-handed. “Oof.” He commented to himself, twirling the lance right side up, then back downwards again, absolutely enjoying the way it felt and how elegantly it moved. He never had a weapon like this. He was excited to put it to the test, on beast…and on man, if need be.<br/><br/>He turned to walk back towards the dwarf, who had been joined by the elder Mo’Toya, and he waited a safe distance as gifts were shared with Gostim. He strode back and listened to Gostim explain the legendary durability and strength of dwarven arms and armor, Voran’s face attentive and apt as he took in every detail of his new weapon. Even at his age and experience, he was never against learning new skills and knowledge. His spear would outlast him by a long shot, perhaps even become an heirloom of his lineage, along other prizes if their quest be successful in any degree. It seemed a more desirous goal to build for a future than to attain present day trophies and esteem.<br/><br/>“Again, my gratitude for it. As thanks, when I achieve my first kill on the prowl and hunt, you shall have the honor of first pick of the meat for this honor you bestowed upon me. Truly, it is a magnificent gift, and I shall do its makers proud.” Voran half bowed in respect to the dwarf. It was a gift worthy of the heavens. The first pick of meat from a slain beast wasn’t much, perhaps, but for a nomadic warrior like Voran it was a huge gift to bestow on a companion.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="18963" data-username="@TheCorsair" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/18963/">@TheCorsair</a><br/><i>Death to the dragon! DEATH TO THE DRAGON!</i><br/><br/>Voran at first thought this was a rally cry and that the dragon was upon them at that very moment! But it was only the half-orc shouting in pride and battle lust, a contagious aspect to warriors, and Voran lifted the spear and added his shout to the clamor to show his own desire for dragon’s blood, pounding his free fist to his chest. It would be a challenge unlike any other!<br/><br/>He left the dwarf and elder to discuss. Their elf and huntress were in conversation. He strode over to the half-orc, who was testing a club against a shield. “Bash the dragon’s skull in, we’ll get both our trophy and our meat already tenderized!” He chuckled at the half-orc’s ferocious strokes. “Be sure not to knock all of Mordacious’ teeth out, I have claim on those. Trying to get me a new necklace that’ll have all the woodland bears and wolves jealous. How about you, you looking for any take away trophies from our query?” He inquired of Gall.