MrAJG
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Appreciate the warm welcome and helpful advice all!
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👋 Minecraft Username: MrAJG In game: Arno Ironpike - Cave Dwarf Hey everyone, new to the server just jumping in the introduction forum to say hi. Recently joined as of a couple of days ago and everyone I've met so far has been top tier, appreciate how helpful everyone is in the community as it's a decent amount to get used to. I've been playing MC since I was younger and have a little bit of RP experience from when I used to do more table top gaming/online RP in other games, from the UK but times I'm on can vary cause of my work schedule. Not much more to it than that but since this is a little bit basic and I chose to be a Dwarf (love the Dwedmar) here's a bunch of rubbish jokes relating to fantasy dwarves and the like: 1. Why was the Sedimentary Rock so cheap? - It was on Shale 2. Why do Dwarves make great merchants? - Rock bottom prices 3. Why are Dwarves always so reasonable? - We're down to earth 4. Two Dwarves are currently having a beard growing contest - it's neck and neck 5. The police brought in a Rock Golem for interrogation - it finally cracked 6. Why was the Dwarven sword such low quality - Don't be ridiculous, this isn't even part of the joke anymore, Dwarven forged arms are of the finest quality, how could you assume this is even joke number 6, I wouldn't even dare to joke about such fine work that would be crazy Hope to see you all around
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Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They 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?)) Arno furrows his brow, wary but on best behaviour given he is far from the Under-Realm and not as used to surface norms "Aye well seeing you asked politely I see no harm" - he slowly sits on the cushion eyeing the suspended candles warily... witches magic blegh "I'm Arno Ironpike, me Da named me after a friend of his who helped our family in years gone by. I left home recently to travel up to the Great Kingdom of Urguan for work and to experience the world proper like" he relaxes thinking of home and family, the conversation feeling more familiar now. "My family will be safe and sound in the smaller hold I hail from, Dwarves are too stubborn to get forced out of anywhere they want to be, and that includes me!" Arno lets out a small chuckle at a joke the old hag is not privy too. "I'm a dwarf of caves and tunnels me, figure the best place to hone my craft and find likeminded folk would be the greatest kingdom of the Under-Realm" Even beneath his customary helmet for protection in the caverns of the world, the hag can almost see pride behind the faceplate. "I must admit the other reason I sat with you was another joy in my life, I love stories of the land and earth, I hear tales of creatures, heroes and great histories are to be found in these lands, I'd like to learn about the world others experience and their legends" Arno unbuckles a small leather journal from his belt. "So old crone, no offence intended of course, me Ma and Da raised me better" he looks her directly in her eyes. "Could you tell me your story too"
