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    Darir Flintbeard
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    Forest dwarf

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  1. Alf gave a swift nod at the poster, signing his name.
  2. "AHAHAHA DATS MAH. . ." He paused his outrage for a moment, pondering what Bakir was in relation to the family. . . "COUSIN? HA! DUSNAE MA'ER!" The obnoxiously loud Grilrum Ireheart yelled, sharpening his blade for the war to come.
  3. A Letter Regarding Your Beds To the Vullier household, from a friendly dwarf. Now, while I am no expert on sleep, I do know a few things on a good nights rest. Not too long ago during the War, before your weak Emperor was embarrasingly coup'd, I raided your house, with ease I must say, and I came upon many of your rooms with beds. Now, one of the rooms stood out in particular, which I assume was your sons rooms. An issue I had with their beds, was how stiff they were, me and my partner layed in them, and soon found how uncomfortable they were, and as a warrior, one of many Wig-Wearer slayers, need to rest my back after slaying many an Orenian fool. So, I write you this letter, as a warning. A good nights rest, can lead to many positive things, and a stiff bed, one that of your sons, will only lead to their death on the battlefield. Another benefit of a soft bed is one more grim, but not uncommon for Orenians, it gives a soothing sense, after a long battle lost, watching many friends fall in battle to dwarven battlaxes can be tiring, and a soft bed sooths the blow. So next time I wish to visit, as I will, I hope to see you have a soft bed, and one that does not stain, for when blood will be spilt, I wish not to ruin your mattress. Sincerely, A Friendly Dwarf https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ag1o3koTLWM
  4. Darir Ireheart Der-Ryder Smiled at what Bakir had said. His eyes gleaming at the blood on his Commanders sword. "T'ey dunnae knoow whoot t'ey've goot tem'selves intoo." He rolled his shoulders, pulling out a beautifully crafted Daemonsteel longsword, with decorum on the blade, mostly memorials to Urguan. He set the blade on the table, admiring just one of the many different weapons he had in his arsenal. . .
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    Darir was born a fighter, his grandfather, who had fought for the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, had tought me at a young age, skills to make a fine warrior. My life was generally simple, my family were caprnters, but i had a grander idea of life. Then tragedy struck, my idol, my grandfather died . This tragedy put me in a endless state of depression, my father became distant, and soon left my mother and ran far away, we havent heard from him since. Often, I would consider leaving the world to see my grandfather, maybe it would be better then. Then one peacefull night, with the owls whoing, and the crickets chirping, I had a vivid vision, of my grandfather, who had instructed me to leave this place, and to pursue my purpose in life, being warrior. I soon left home, giving my mother what I had left, and telling her that I would return to her with glory. And then we end up where we are today.
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