A Dwarf, a Human, and a....(Eeyore + Kevben +...)
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				Title: <strong>A Dwarf, a Human, and a....(Eeyore + Kevben +...)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>14-08-2011, 02:37:38</strong>
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				The Dwarf...<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://images.wikia.com/warhammerfantasybattle/images/5/54/Ironbreaker01.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Hurhir "Ogresmasher" SmithStone<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 32 years old (approximately)<br><br><strong>Race:</strong> Dwarf<br><br><strong>Background:</strong> Hurhir has two last names - his real one and his fake one. His fake one, for instance, is full of pride and suggests he comes from a family of warriors of great renown. It is up there in the pantheon of last names - Ogresmasher - right next to names like Rocksmasher and Trollslayer and the like. But that it is not his real name. Not at all. His real name is Hurhir Smithstone...something far less heroic sounding then Ogresmasher. You see, Hurhir is from a family known for Smithing - from working deep below ground in the Giant Dwarven Furnances that produce some of the finest armor and weaponry the world has ever known. <br><br>Hurhir never wanted to be a Smith. No one ever sang songs about Smiths. No, he wanted to be a Warrior! A Warrior of great Fame. He was certainly built like a Warrior if not even more muscled due to his life in the Smithy. Even the color of his hair resembles the flames of the Furnace - a bright, vibrant red. It was during one of the many battles with Surface Dwelling Drow that he found his chance. He had secretly been working on his own Armor and Helm and managed to pull it on in the Chaos of the attack. He charged to the fore with the other Warriors, none knowing him for who he truly was, and for the first time in his life stepped Above Ground. It was amazing experience that almost ended his life as he froze in the first rays of sunlight he had ever seen.<br><br>Save for a nasty scar, he came out of the ordeal alive but knew he could never return Below Ground. He stayed on the surface, an Unknown Outcast amongst the Dwarven Guards who also stayed above ground to prevent future attacks. He quietly snuck out of the Camp and began his journey like many Dwarfs before him did. He soon grew to liking Ale and Women - especially Human Women - and fell in with a company of Mercenaries. It was with them that he met Alexandro, the two almost instant friends.<br><br>The Duo have since parted ways with the Mercenary company and seek their own fortunes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dwarf, a Human, and a....(Eeyore + Kevben +...)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>14-08-2011, 02:39:53</strong>
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				The Human...<br><br>(http://wall.alphacoders.com/images/Fantasy/Fantasy-Warrior-27480.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dwarf, a Human, and a....(Eeyore + Kevben +...)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Delirium</strong> on <strong>29-08-2011, 16:10:59</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">The Whore...<br><br>**Pic coming soon**<br><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Born Olivia "Livvy" Corian, but pay the right price, and her name will be as you wish.<br><br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; 27<br><br><strong>Race: </strong> Human (though that's apt to change, depending on which customer you're talking to)<br><br><strong>Background:</strong>&nbsp; Livvy was born, rather unfortunately, to a stouthearted housewife and an insatiable wayfarer.&nbsp; When Livvy was a small child, her father often was absent from the home for weeks at a time, returning to the family for little more than a fortnight for good meals and a warm bed.&nbsp; Though her mother often cursed her luck, Livvy didn't mind much, so long as her father returned home with a good story.&nbsp; Livvy was enchanted with tales of his travel, and hoped to go with him one day when she was older.<br><br>The chance never came.&nbsp; Some time into her teens, her father left for one of his excursions after a brief comment on treasure and creatures unseen by man.&nbsp; Months passed, and each passing day, Livvy was less certain that her father was still alive.&nbsp; She quickly made up her mind to chase after him, to at least put his last tale to rest, if not to find him and give him a good wallop from her mother.&nbsp; However, setting off was a difficult task.&nbsp; Livvy had no funds of her own to undertake such a quest, no knowledge of the land outside of her little town, and a family of three other sisters to mind for her aging mother.&nbsp; She studied hard, but aside from some maps of the known world, written legends were made of flimsy stuff.&nbsp; It would seem that Livvy would have to find the know-how a different way.<br><br>With some hesitance, she began spending more time in the seedier locations of town - pubs, brothels, anywhere a vagabond might sit and share a drink and a bit of advice.&nbsp; Unfortunately for Livvy, it seemed the men were less interested in talk, and more interested in something else.&nbsp; Realizing that there were limited options available, Livvy soon joined the whore-house.&nbsp; The money was good, but the pay-off she received during pillow talk was far greater.&nbsp; It wouldn't be long before she could set off herself.</span>
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