The Starbreaker Clan

[Toryk Embane 8]

(Hold on a sec, im the prospector now? Man, i was actually planning on leveling up my smithing so i could be a runesmith. Can you explain a bit more what you would like me to do, Arbrek. Other than coming to the capitol, which i plan on doing in a few days.)

[Arbrek the Ancient 140]

(Hold on a sec, im the prospector now? Man, i was actually planning on leveling up my smithing so i could be a runesmith. Can you explain a bit more what you would like me to do, Arbrek. Other than coming to the capitol, which i plan on doing in a few days.)

((Wait...Aren't you a Silverfinger? o.0 Coming t the capital is the main thing for now, I'm trying to get the entire Clan there.))

[Toryk Embane 8]

((Wait...Aren't you a Silverfinger? o.0 Coming t the capital is the main thing for now, I'm trying to get the entire Clan there.))

((I applied as a Starbreaker towards the end of Aegis. Honestly though I have been wanting to become a runesmith, so I'm. Not sure what to do. I believe to not clutter this post lets move this over to pm?))

[Arbrek the Ancient 140]

((Yes, go right ahead.))

[Geo 1415]

*As the rain batters down on his armor, not helping the fact it already weighs a burden, he tries not to lose his foot. The 'left, right, left' pattern slowly unpacked itself into a neat monotonal tune in his clouded mind, being cautious as not to go skidding across the muddy plains as he kept a steady pace. The sweat bore up inside his metal suit like a deranged panther waiting to strike, so filled with hurling rage yet sitting idle in anxiety as it waited to meet the cool nights' breeze. The inscence it emitted wasn't exactly charming but infact offputting, the last thing he needed was a boiling stench of sweat reeking from places his stumpy arms could hardly reach. His breaths puffed heavy and his breast jolted back and forth, pounding heavily against the interior of the steel breastplate. His ears now occupied by the rain had lost all trails of the pack pursuing him, as his heart rate came to a steady ease so did his legs, faltering into a soft jog. The wolves were gone.*

"Bloddy fockin' hell." *His voice blistered.* "Eh'm turnin' intae' a wee bowl o' Irin soup." *Irin jested in heartship.*

*His knees retrieving there place a few inches off the ground, Irin set off from his small break, the mountains were in view now and that he was sure of. Hurrying down the path his stumpy feet tore into the ground with swift force, causing a loud fixed tapping to resonate underfoot. Irin made his way across the bridge, not being able to resist looking down into the bottomless crevice below as usual, this brief stop wasting even more more. Scoffing, he began trecking again, the axe held high above his own head swerved side to side in the wind, coating Irin's sweat seared skin with a delightful breeze. Announcing in mind that this was the last corner until the crossroad, he felt a little more secure, and thus his muscles relaxed a little. Approaching the crossroads his eyes struck him with deception, they focused on an injured wolf yelping on the grass. Irin approached it slowly, retrieving a latch of meat from his backpack, he tried to seduce it. Irin blood boiled with fury and embarrassment as the wolf snatched it from his grip, dropping the act and kicking up to speed in the opposite direction.*

"Ye' cheeky wee bastard! Get yer' arse back here ye' mangy mongrel!" *Lashed Irin's tongue in sheer fury.*

*Building a hasteful pace, Irin in best attempt tried to follow the wolf, it headed up the stairs directly opposite him. Seeing the soft charcoal fur fading into the distance his anger worsened, he started to charge, the armor almost forcing him over his own feet - this little dwarf had some fight in him yet. Turning the corner he entered the vale, surrounded by large cliff faces, he felt so homely. The wolf wasn't anywhere to be seen, he turned behind him to see if the wolf had gotten itself cornered, but he froze in disbelief.*

"The doors, th-th-the doors? They-they're, open?" *Irin questioned in astonishment.* "I knew petty beasts couldnae' keep ye' oot. Yer a Starbreaker... after all." *He laughed, quite egotistically.*

[Ever 2648]

((Is there anyone else who'd like to lead? While I'd like to, I feel I haven't done enough within the clan to warrant me being leader. If no one else wants to, I'll gladly do it, I'd just rather see if there are any others who are more qualified first.))

[Arbrek the Ancient 140]

((By blood, and sue to the fact that no other Clan members are NEARLY as active in the Dwarven Nation, I picked you.)

[Ever 2648]

((By blood, and sue to the fact that no other Clan members are NEARLY as active in the Dwarven Nation, I picked you.)

((Gotcha. Soon as I have a good free day I'll set to work grindin' some stuff out.))

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

((First of all, get all your bloody silverfingers and starbreakers in the city! I havn't seen one of you guys in ages, so if there arn't any of you currently dead then come back, or we will disclude the starbreakers in lore and brand them a traitorous clan. ))

[Cracker 4570]

( Any clan without the 5 number working in or with the city is technically either an exiled or dead clan)

[Geo 1415]

I must admit I've been shockingly inactive, sorry about that. I've not been able to get on too much due to some OOC things. I should appear more frequently from now on however.

-Irin Starbreaker.

[Arbrek the Ancient 140]

((Both myself and Ever are well aware of this and are making great efforts to bring back the clan.))

[Arbrek the Ancient 140]

((As I have returned due to being unable to leave with all this awesome stuff going on, as soon as I get Arbrek remade as a Golem I will take command once more. BUT I am bringing you all back. By force if needed. And we will get this Clan back to the great family it once was.

[Cracker 4570]

( Just a heads up Arbrek but... (Taken from golem lore page)

"4. Golems are slow and heavy in both mind and body. They do not have to be idiots, but they are neither great leaders nor great thinkers. Their thoughts and ideas are straightfoward and simple, as are their actions."

Golems can't really smith or use rune enchantments either...too big and too simple.

I can't see Arbrek leading a dwarven clan as a golem as it may end up breaking lore. Do any golem smiths aside from Kjell exist atm, anyway?)

[no longer active 734]

((I do have his Golem making notes, so I guess I am qualified.))