THE TALE OF DIGGUS DEE

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THE TALE OF DIGGUS DEE

S.A., 58 - 12th of the Amber Cold

A portrait of Diggus Dee

 

Somewhere in an Orenian public house, in the cramped corner familiar to all such establishments, where common whores peddle their wares, actors danced and told tall tales of soldiers and romantics, and bards sang epics apt to warm even the most calcified heart’s dying embers, an Ork who looked peculiarly like Warboss Fishbref (saved for a balaclava) danced an Orkish jig and sang an Orkish song.

 

He went by the name Diggus Dee. So lively were his movements, and so vivid and barbaric the turn of his lyricism that all ceased in their usual recreation to watch the exotic performance. Accompanied only by the crude beating of a wardrum, and an inspiring yet simple melody played on a set of pipes, this bardic Ork told of his antics in Du Loc: of how he and his warband chanced upon the Lector named Paco, how they ‘caught him lacking’, riddled his furniture with crossbow bolts,  and finally did battle with his people.

 

Bloodshed was not uncommon to this unfair isle, but the Orenians - for once - were glad that it was not their blood painting the cobbles. So too were the Du Locians, for despite the clashing of swords and the clack of crossbow bolts being loosed - not a single person was injured! Whilst a miracle, it would seem that the gangland violence that had gripped the small settlement would not dissipate anytime soon… 

 

 

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Lector Isaac Jebediah polishes his blicky, satisfied with the knowledge of two trophies gathered by himself, after defeating the Orcish Pirate with a quick draw, Han Solo-Style.

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big drippah

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Bukut cries, the combat with Du Loc reminded him of fighting alongside Aesterwald. 

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Julia admires the bruise that had appeared upon her arm, a reminder of her first foray into combat whilst defending the parish of Nu Loc!

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"Banardia je sprska". says a Sprskan.