Wanted: Galmun Irontouch

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

*Posters are hung bearing the image of Galmun through out the city, a quite un ordinary site this is as it is uncommon to see the likes of criminal Dwarves.*

Croime: Lyin' tuh 'is kin affer swearin' tuh da brathmordakin, 'umanish traits of slavery on two accounts, breaking laws of the articals, threatening alliance with Oren.

*A copy of the trade parchment is attached to each poster bearing the information of the Dwarf's illegal sales.*

Her nameh:

Aireanna (AmKrules)

Her ageh:

18

Her gendah:

Woman

Raceh: Elf

Her lookin's:

*there is a drawn painting of a blond elf woman with clear blue eyes.*

(Link: http://i.imgur.com/nvi26Yz.png )

Somehthin' about 'er:

She dun't haveh aneh diseasin'. If ye' wunt ah youn' elf all fer ya self than t'is is tha' oneh fer ye'. She beh youn', pretteh and healt'y.

I dun't know much about 'er but seh beh pretteh and youn'.. What moreh do ye' need?

Price fer 'er:

2000.

Mah nameh: Galmun Irontouch. (SuperNintendo1)

Dere benae reward bu' 'onor! Unless da King 'imself we willin' to put un up, an' remembah me kin dis Dwarf be an 'eretic w'o 'as disproven 'is loyalty tuh 'is kin an' loied undah oath tuh da brathmordakin.

'Is punishment will be severe! An' 'e may loose 'is beard an' be claimed an 'Alf man fer 'is un Dwarvish ways.

[Blundermore 2741]

*On his way to the markets he walks, as he walks past the large posters decorating the sides of the stalls, stopping for a moment, he looks at the from under his pointed, white hat, scratching his chin as he looks at the face of the Dwarven Criminal, before finally continuing onwards with his day. muttering about bloody slavers as he goes...*

[Raptorious 1899]

Putting his hood back and wiping his leg from the muck and dirt that clung to him, Radec walks around the back of the pillars in the main hall, looking for a way out of the city. He notices a dwarf pinning up posters all over the city, bearing the face of a man. Worrying that it might be him, he slips around the pillar to take a quick look at the wanted poster. Radec lets out a sigh of relief as he realises the poster is for another dwarf. That Uldiir must've forgotten about him.

 

His interest now piqued, he continues to read the poster, reading the crimes committed and all the way down to the notice about there being no reward. Cursing under his breath with disappointment, he slips back out of sight, making sure there is no one around before making a break for the monstrous doors and leaving the city once more.

[JunoStriker 69]

Carver walks by a random signboard before pausing and doubling back. She thought she saw a familiar face... Her eyes wander about before finding the notice.

She traces her finger over the poster, resting finally on Galmun's picture. A small smirk plays on her lips. So this is the bastard that attacked her... She had a name, now.

"Galmun Irontouch... No reward..." She looks over at her bandaged forearms. "...I'll make an exception this time..."

 

Carver leans off the board, turning to leave. Kill him or turn him in? Eh, she'll figure it out when they meet.

[Elanion 23]

Upon traveling through the dwarven capitol, Elanion notices the poster and approaches it, begining to read.

 

"Galmun Irontouch...oh so they are onto him,too", he grins, nodding slowly, "Alright, so our hunt for him has even more purpose now..."

 

He reads through it all once again and leaves the capitol, ready to provide his men with the new information.

[Zezimus 1523]

As Valen is walking through the entrance hall to Kal'Azgoth, he pauses and rears his head towards a parchment nailed in the centre of the notice board. As he moves closer, he squints his eyes, attempting to read the hastily written letters. After a brief moment of reading through the notice, he quickly runs his fingers through his beard in thought and stands upright as he murmurs something beneath his breath.

 

"Bah! Ah slaveh amungs' eweh oor kin... Ah 'ope weh foind t'e laddy n' string 'im up behfur eit's tuh late."

[Kardel 1054]

Looks at the flyers, and strokes his beard, frowning. 

 

"An' ta fink ah wus about ta marry meh son ta 'is dauter!"

[Mucky 443]

Olaf looks upon the letter, and looks around.

Later on in the day, he notices Kjell and aproaches him.

"Can ah kill teh oodlaw?"

[Knighty 18]

*As Kailon walks out the city for some fresh, chilling air, he catches a glimpse of a wanted poster for a certain Dwarf. His eyes widen as he recognises the face with one red and one blue eye*.

 

"Th-That be the Dwarf with the lass I saw earl'ier on t'day. I'll have to get on askin' me clan to help that elf faster than I'd like"!

 

*Kailon turns heels, and heads back into the city, rushing to see if he can rally any of his new Brothers to his aid to find the wanted Dwarf*.

[Lefty 1696]

Igor takes a look at the posters, realizing he has seen this dwarf before

 

"Riote t'ehn ah'll get 'e surch parteh ou' after 'im, ah fink ah know wher' 'e miote be"

 

Igor then walks away, and looks for some other legionnaires to help him find Galmun

[troopermatthew 66]

*Telchar scans the poster* Nae payment? Feck dat. *He then wanders off to Stormpeak*

[SuperNintendo1 0]

*Walks up to the poster and reads it. He then tears it off, angry. "They t'ink tha' will takeh meh duwn?" He then walks away from the place to meet more victims.*

[IverCraft 13]

*Dylena sees the poster and whispers to herself "Red Dragon..." She then rips off one of them and runs to find Ralif to show it to him.*

[Josh3738 3137]

*Zahrer notices the poster and steps closer to get a better look.

"Ah jus' saw 'im up th' road!" he says.

*Zahrer then rips down the poster and heads off to the barracks to gather his armor and sword.

[fernandezbunch 3]

*While traversing through the marketplace of Kal'Azgoth, Finki notices the large poster with a picture of what he thinks might be a human. He approaches it and begins to read. A smile comes across his face and he lets out a chuckle* 

"Poor bastard!"

 

*Takes another moment to laugh*

"He got caught!"

 

*Finki then heads back to the marketplace, smiling as he strokes his beard, thinking of possible ways he might reap a profit from this development*