<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2b/Dwarf388.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dunn Brakov<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Feasting table<br/><strong>With:</strong>Lots of townspeople, some goblins, and roughly near Aria<br/><hr/><br/>Dunn's head spun at the sound of the tinny, annoying,<em>impudent</em>little screeching voices. Goblins. The roaches of the humanoid world. Orcs were fearsome, Giants were terrifying, but goblins were just... irritating. Unfortunately also deadly, especially in numbers. How they had infiltrated the crowd was a mystery, but Dunn knew they were stealthy little runts. Just like roaches.<br/><br/>If the price of a meal was to help rid the town of this vermin, then he was more than happy to pay it. "Godforsaken motherless ashmilk blasted pinkeye snotdrinking mudflap broken-handle sundrunk lumps of congealed pigsmilk curd!" He cursed in Dwarven, of course, mashing the words together into a single long clause uttered without breath. By the time he was finished the dwarf was standing, greataxe in hand, looking for an available target.<br/><br/>And as fate would have it, there was one not too far away. It was just a matter of climbing up on the table to join it. Luckily most of the dishes had been cleared.<br/><br/>Abashed at his outburst, he muttered in Common to the crowd of villagers, "You all should probably duck your heads down now. Please."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Dunn Brakov rolled: 1d20, adding 2to the total<br/>Comment: initiative for goblin fight<br/>Result: 13, <br/>Total: 15<br/></div></div>