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In The Beginning...The life of Grabthar Ironclaw began as so many in the land of Aegis did, in the dark. Born to a poor Halfling mother in a run down hut in the wild lands, there was no celebration or fanfare upon his entering the world. Only the smile of a mother, and the cries of a half Dwarven child.Life was difficult during Grabthar's early years, he had no father in his home, so all the difficult work fell to his older brother Dranthul, who was only 6 when Grabthar was born. Though 6 was still considered a child, in this place it was old enough to scavenge for supplies and hunt for food. Dranthul being the "man" of the house at such a young age gave him a self entitlement that effected young Grabthar tremendously. Grabthar was forced to call his older brother sir at all times, creating a habit that sits with Grabthar to this day.Just before Grabthar's 10th birthday, shadows came upon their hut in the night. Through the windows Grabthar watched as the garden turned to red stone and burst into flame. The windows of the hut exploded and the door was blown off it's hinges. In a swirl of darkness Grabthar's mother was gone, pulled from him, screaming, into the night. Left now only to his elder brother's devices, Grabthar became nothing more than a slave. Cleaning, cooking, farming, mending, Grabthar filled all the rolls of the house save hunting. He was left to himself many days as his brother disappeared into the woods to find live food, and during these times Grabthar was grateful. He began to imagine a better world, a world where he wasn't yelled at, where he wasn't looked down upon, where he wasn't hit.Many years passed, the stress of this time was too much for young Grabthar's mind to handle and his perspective began to slip. He was no longer just Grabthar Ironclaw, he was also the cook... and the farmer... and the host... and the butler. "Fetch some water Mr Grabthar." "Tend the horses Mr Grabthar." "Sweep out the foyer Mr Grabthar." Referring to himself by name made him feel important, like he had a purpose in this world that seemed to hate him. Why did it hate him? Why was his brother so cruel? Why was his mother gone? Grabthar began to ask about his father. He had never known him... but his brother had."Shut it and bring me more food." Was always the response he would get from Dranthul, "I should leave you just like he did." Grabthar tried on many occasions over the years to coax any information from his brother, but never got anything of use. He knew he was a Dwarf, he knew he was from a far off land, but could gather nothing else with his questions. One day while mending some broken boards in the kitchen, he found a small chest hidden inside the floor. It was old and battered but had no lock. Grabthar slid back the top to find a large green helmet with the horns of some beast attached to the sides. It was far too large for Grabthar's head. Inside the helm were various small trinkets, a broken compass, flint & steel, and a note:Grabthar's eyes filled with tears. All this time it had been right here. The answer to where his father was... to why he had left. Why was it kept from him? Did his brother put it here... or his mom? Why? In an instant Grabthar was out the door with the items in his hands and the helm upon his head. He ran at first, through trees and bushes, over rocks and streams, running as fast as his feet would carry him. For an hour he ran with no idea which direction he was going, but still he ran. Towards the sun... towards the closest road... towards his father.For 3 days Grabthar ran, stopping to sleep only when the darkness made it impossible to see more than a few feet in front of him. Stopping for rest only when his mouth was so dry that he couldn't breath. He had passed many streams and rivers, but no roads. No people. On this day he realized just how hungry he was. He had not eaten since he left his home. His stomach rumbled and he nearly doubled over from it. He had forgotten to bring anything with him, no food, no tools, no supplies of any kind. He began to search the nearby trees and bushes for fruit but found none. He had not seen any animals for hours, though he wouldn't know what to do with them if he did find them. His brother was the hunter not him. Then he thought of his brother. What would Dranthul do when he returned home to find the door sitting open and Grabthar gone. Would he worry? No. He would be angry. Angry that Grabthar had wandered off. Angry that Grabthar didn't have dinner ready. Just angry.Grabthar sat upon the bank of a nearby stream to steady himself and catch his breath. He heard the crack of a branch not too far off through the brush. As he crept through the trees, he spotted a patch of pink rush through the underbrush. He heard muttering. Then the skies opened up, and an arc of white hot lightning burst from the heavens and struck down the swine. Grabthar fell back from the blast but quickly regained his feet. Where once stood a pig, now lay a pile of charred meat. Through the trees then stepped a hooded figure. He descended upon the carcass and gathered up all that would fit in his satchel. Then just as quickly, disappeared back into the forest, leaving behind scorched earth and flaming trees. Though scared to make noise that would bring the man back, Grabthar hurried over to quell the fire. While doing so a single apple fell from the high boughs of the tree. Grabthar put out the flames and snatched up the fruit. At least it was food, and now he new he could at least find something to eat. Grabthar spent days doing this, running towards the sun, gathering fruit from trees, and resting near rivers, but not once did he encounter another person.Days slipped into weeks, weeks into months, and Grabthar was slowly withering away. He was lost... always hungry... and losing hope that he would ever find the Dwarven capital. Then it happened. Just after twilight, as he climbed a tree to get some sleep for the night, the creature dropped from a branch above and attacked. Grabthar fell from the tree and landed with a thud on the ground below. He was hurt, hurt badly, and could not move his left leg. Creeping down the tree was a huge black mass, the largest spider Grabthar had ever seen, and it was coming right for him. Grabthar wanted to back away but was frozen with terror. Then it lunged.6
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When Grabthar hears that Mr Hiebe Sir's son will run for merchant he quickly draws a picture to show his support.
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Sounds fantastic
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YES!!! That is my answer to this... a resounding YES! I actually just started messing with Roll 20 last week, I have played D&D since 2003 and have DM'd several times. I recently moved away from my group and have been looking for a way to get back into it. Would prefer to just play at first until I get to know the group then would be happy to run a campaign of my own. How do we do this?
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Thank you for fixing it guys :)
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I never advertised another server... I put a link to a subscription box that I thought people here might like.
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Why have the last 2 threads I started been deleted?
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Anyone here in LotC subscribe to Lootcrate? I am friends with the creators and owners of the subscription box company and April's Theme was just announced. "DRAGONS". They also promise awesome Game of Thrones and Elder Scrolls gear in this month's box. It's only 20 bucks AFTER tax and shipping so you should totally go check it out!
Go here:
http://mbsy.co/BvP
to see more and sign up, then if you don't like it just cancel before the next crate comes out, or stick around and get one every month.
Trust me, you'll be glad you did!
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Oi... Grabthar has found ye. Ages in deep sleep beneath the earth only to awaken to new lands and lost friends. Grabthar has found his way to the Dwarven City and met with the new High King, an heir to a friend from long ago. Inspection of Irongut archives has confused poor Grabthar though. Grabthar know that he has no children... or siblings. Grabthar thought was only honorary Irongut thanks to kindness of old friends Mr Hiebe Sir and Mr King Algrim. Grabthar walked many days in search of family after events ripped us all from Aegis, but no sign was found. Grabthar embraced the Irongut name since no family of own existed in these lands. Grabthar hope to see more old friends and make some new ones.
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((So uhhhh... what's going on here?))
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(( All Grabthar's old friends are dead?? :( It's so sad. Grabthar is currently living inside a mountain in the wilds. Has walked the empty streets of the Dwarven City for many days. Been logging in every day for a bit and never see anyone lol. Maybe soon he'll trek back into the Dwarven lands to find old friends ;) Been busy with work but would love to come back and start building again. Miss all you guys... And no, I'm not dead! ))
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((Been trying to find dwarves for days... where did ye all go to?))
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Grabthar votes for Mr King Algrim to come back...
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Grabthar think maybe. Grabthar not like lies. Sorry Grabthar been gone for so long.
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Ello sirs, Grabthar just stumbled upon some papers that show children of Dwarfs... Grabthar not have no kids, but paper say Grabthar do. This very confusing. Grabthar think would remember being with lady dwarf and having babies. What the meaning of this?
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I have known Zez since my early days on the server and he has ALWAYS been a role model for me. He keeps his cool in crazy times, he knows a ton about the server and its histories and rules, he has the respect of pretty much everyone on the server, and he rocks an awesome accent that exudes maturity and leadership. In my opinion he would make an absolutely fantastic GM. He definitely has my +1.
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This topic has actually been being discussed for some time.
And currently the a bit of lore is being written by this threads author. I like the scientific aspect of your post. Read the other thread and contact it's writer. See what you guys can come up with. :)
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I love the donation upgrades. Great job Vaq. In regards to the OP-ness of 300 skill points... This will not make you better then anybody else at anything. Everyone can still only level to 100 in each skill. This just allows you to do a tiny bit more in other areas. Besides, this is an RP server... Skills only come into play in either PvP combat(silly) or gathering scenarios related to jobs, which are much better when RPed out anyways. Nothing in the perks directly effects your IG relationships with other players. Oh, your a Lord in some far away land... big deal, your not my King so I don't have to listen to you :)
If I donate $3000, can I buy Native?
Oh... and I would hope that if you donated $3000 Native would send you an actual lock of his beard trimmings. Maybe for 5K you could get one of Robin's as well. Then you could use the hairs to make little dolls... and have them fight each other on a small wooden death ring you built in your basement... And you can paint your body with the blood of those that stumble in and interrupt your ceremony... Um... Maybe I got a bit carried away... Sorry :)
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Fast travel is a luxury. If it's too expensive... walk. I think this price is cheaper then it should be. I proposed a 1 mina = 1 block price. Asulon is made to be looked at, not skipped over several times a day so you can check every city for good prices.
Also, someone could always start a business as midway stables. Charter some land and set up multiple horses to multiple towns. Could be great RP.
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What was Galhar's mining at? Because only a diamond pick is sharp enough to pierce the skull without significant force. A simple slip wouldn't produce the leverage needed to kill Galhar. If you don't have a high enough skill then you wouldn't have been carrying a diamond pick. also, was a diamond pick found at the site? If not then it would have only been stone or at best iron. Neither of these would have held a sufficient edge to cut clean through Galhar's head. So he would have only been wounded. So yeah... he's still alive. Hope i helped.
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It hurts my heart to see so many people upset that they don't get more for donating. It's supposed to be a donation for the betterment of the server. They are perks because they are extra cool things the server gives you as a thank you.
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We realized when we left that we were missing our Boatswain. I personally will not be online at all this Saturday. Found out yesterday that My best friend needs me to cater a party. He's paying me and it's for my God-daughter so yes I will be there lol. Give me a few hours and I will figure something non-meta to do. :)
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The Complete Tale Of Grabthar Ironclaw
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