<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>Rigging --> Deck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open {Narindi}<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/>"Little!" the rager dropped to the deck, the planks weathered and slightly warped as they were offered no complaint to him alighting.  He brandished the ax in an almost careless and hazardous fashion.  The sea breeze flowed ruffling his flame red mane. His gaze set in a fierce and grim glare that almost dripped with venom.  As small as the warrior was he could put up quite the intimidating countenance.  He took a single step toward the storm singer seeming to drip hatred and malice.<br/>"small one?" he spat, "child! I am Dalen Toesmasher of the Dwiin Sil Brod! I the only one of my blood to be accepted into the hearth.  you speak grave insult strunbriinah, watch your words carefully!"<br/>His rage only barely contained from her by the reverence beaten into him for all of the sisterhood.  He swung the ax in frustration sinking it but a breath from the hem of her dress.  The axe didn't crunch into the wood but neatly sliced the planking like scythe through wheat until the haft struck cracking the boards and causing the boat to squeal in complaint beneath her.<br/>"It is only in honor of your hallowed existence that you yet breathe, many a person has died for much less," he almost began to rant but instead fell quiet save his heavy, growling breathing.