<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7f/Dalen.jpg)</div><strong>Name of PC:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">DALEN TOESMASHER</span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Crow's Nest (Screw you, I sleep there!)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open (Cap'n)<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/>Dalen's emerald eyes peered out of the ocean watching the waves for danger and the horizon for hazards, he had built a collapsible lean-to shelter that was closed at this time so that all could be observed. The greataxe that was his weapon of choice was sunken into the main mast that his home was built around.  After the gunpowder incident he had decidedly lived in the crows nest.  One of the old crewbabies had called him short-- directly to his face.  With a crippling blow that rendered the moronic man incapable of bearing children Dalen had smashed him with a powder keg.  To finish the job he dragged the man to the bowsprit and with a roar of anger dangled him overboard.  The small brute being ever fond of tobacco  tipped his cherry onto the near-dead sod and after allowing him to burn to death dropped him to the sea.  Nobody called Dalen short save the Captain, whom he respected, and occasionally the first mate who he knew to be jesting, or at least so he thought.<br/>"Oi, Cap'n all's clear and the fish are lively!" The halfling bellowed in a surprisingly strong baritone voice.