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Gallio Grandaxe read through the piece of parchment, before letting out a deep sigh. "Ah suppose onleh time will tell what that means." He says before walking back to the forge, continuing to repair his armor.
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Gallio Grandaxe looked at the darkness from a safe distance. "’ow tae ‘ell are we supposed t’ fight them now?" He grumbles, before leaving to go back home. Though he was still determined to bring the mind controlling spirit down.
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What’s your thoughts on the balancing between magic users and non magic users? Do you think magic should continue being stronger? Or do you think non magic users should be able to have a chance against them?
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dwarven king An Invitation To The Dwarven Coronation
Jamwill replied to gremlockgremlin's topic in Grand Kingdom of Urguan
Narvak oz Urguan! Narvak oz Brathmordakin! Narvak oz Grelu! ooc: May your full recovery be swift. 🙏 -
"Narvak oz Urguan! Narvak oz Grelu!" Gallio cheered as the result of the election was announced.
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Suspension of the Thromdrick Campaign
Jamwill replied to Badgermordakin's topic in Grand Kingdom of Urguan
Gallio read the paper while sitting at his desk. "Ah understand tae choice t’ nominate yerself because o’ tae uncertainty o’ tae candidates, and now decidin’ t’ step down because o’ yer newly gained insight sho’s ye only want what’s best fer tae kengdom. Ye ‘ave gained me utmost respect Thromdrick." Gallio thought to himself before putting the paper away. -
Gallio was saddened to see Sigrun step down as king, not long after Gallio first got to Urguan. "Ah wish Ah got t' be there fer more o' ye reign. Ah 'ave 'eard great things 'bout ye Sigrun and Ah 'ope tae next king shall do as good as ye did." He said as a witness of the announcement. "Ah shall be there at tae moot. 'Opefully a good future es ahead fer Urguan."
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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) Gallio looks at the hag with questioning eyes. "You've been expecting me?" Gallio sits down, and starts thinking. "If you want to know my story, I should start with my pa'." He starts looking around the tent, trying to think of a place to start. "My pa' was a great blacksmith which gained great honor through his craft. His axes were as beautiful as they were functional, and throughout my youth I was helping him around the forge." Gallio says proudly. "After years of helping, I was finally given a hammer for myself, and made my first blade." He takes off his backpack and pull out a small leather wrap. Opening the wrap reveals a small rough knife with engravings spelling "Gallio" in dwarven runes. "This knife was what started my career where I followed my dads footsteps to become a blacksmith." Gallio wraps the knife back up and puts it back into the backpack. "Since then I have studied techniques by great blacksmiths, trying to make masterpieces of my own." Gallio takes out an axe and holds it out in front of himself. "This is by far my greatest creation so far. An axe worthy of a member of clan Grandaxe. It has served me well for many years and hopefully will continue to do so for many more years." He places it on his left side with the axe head leaning against his thigh. "Besides smithing I currently travel the world, looking for smiths and learning from their techniques. My goal is to learn rune smithing, and one day create a family heirloom which will make my ancestors and my descendants proud." Gallio says with a big smile.
