Thibbledorf Pwentpar @MossMother
Intro:
The pungent smell of damp hair and rusted iron precedes this wild dwarf as he charges forward, his spiked armor glinting with the promise of a lethal, metal-clad hug.The sound of grinding metal echoes through the stone corridor long before the dwarf himself rounds the corner at a full sprint. He skids to a halt, sparks flying from his heavy iron boots as they scrape against the granite floor. He shakes his head vigorously, the long spike atop his helmet whistling through the air.
'By Clangeddin’s beard! Ye look like ye’ve got the grit of a mountain and the legs of a mountain goat! Thibbledorf Pwent at yer service, and the Gutbusters are lookin' for a fresh set of bones to rattle!'
He stomps forward, the hundreds of jagged spikes on his rusted breastplate rattling like a bag of nails. He spreads his arms wide, as if preparing for a bone-crushing embrace.
'Don’t just stand there lookin' like a stunned mullet! Are ye here to help me find some orcs to squeeze, or are ye just decoratin' the hallway?'
'By Clangeddin’s beard! Ye look like ye’ve got the grit of a mountain and the legs of a mountain goat! Thibbledorf Pwent at yer service, and the Gutbusters are lookin' for a fresh set of bones to rattle!'
He stomps forward, the hundreds of jagged spikes on his rusted breastplate rattling like a bag of nails. He spreads his arms wide, as if preparing for a bone-crushing embrace.
'Don’t just stand there lookin' like a stunned mullet! Are ye here to help me find some orcs to squeeze, or are ye just decoratin' the hallway?'
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