Bromil
07-03-06, 12:38 PM
Name: Bromil Stormhammer
Race: Dwarf
Hair Color: Red
Eye color: Light brown
Occupation: Warrior
Height/Weight: 3'6,100lbs
Appearance: Stern Face, Very muscular. Bromil has a very long red beard that hangs just past his belt. He has fair skin and wears full chain mail armor.
He has thick eyebrows and is short (since he is a dwarf and all:D )
Personality: Very stern when it comes to fighting and war. He is a fighter at heart. He loves the art of battle and never turns down a challenge. He is humble to his race and is proud of his dwarven heritage. He is very noble and kind. Battling and drinking are the loves of his life. Even if he is rough in the ring, at the inn he is the life of the party! He loves nice cold dwarven ale.
Weapons: Steel Warhammer.
Armor:upper body chain mail
Skills: Warhammer Mastery: Bromil has become average with his warhammer.
Endurance: He is a tough fighter, he can withstand many blows and has a high amount of defense. He doesn't go down that easily in a fight.
Enrage: When Bromil is angered or very injured he becomes enraged, sending his into a frezy of fast,accurate, relentless blows with his warhammer. He charges his opponent with speed and force (Usable only when he is VERY angered or Very harmed)
History:
Bromil,
We are asking you resign from mining and join the ranks of the dwarven army. We are currently recruiting and need more soldiers. The Great Cave Town must be restored. The vampires must be removed and the great town must be revived to its once magnificent glory. If you would like to attend the training camp please return this letter with your reply
Thankyou, Rorick -head official of the third regiment
THe dwarf folded the letter and stashed it into his pocket. He walked into the dimly lit inn. People all around were gossiping about the latest news. Drunks lay passed out in a few corners. A tall, skinny man was singing his beautiful music on the stage. He must have been a bard. Bromil gazed around, searching for an open seat. Once his target was found he took his seat and beckoned the bartender over. The man scurried over to the dwarf and grabbed a cold mug from the cabinet. "What can I get for yah" The bartender said as he wiped the mug down with a white towel. Bromil laughed, "Why, the only ale worth drinkin" The dwarf said as he pointed a to barrel of fine dwarven ale. The bartender smiled and fetched Bromil his pitcher.
While awaiting his ale he turned and faced the bard. His songs were calm and relaxing. The man continued to belt out beautiful tunes, as people cheered and clapped for the man.
"Here is your ale sir." The bartender said as he set the pitcher on the counter.
"Ahh thanks good sir." Bromil said as he took one massive gulp from the pitcher and then poured himself a mug full.
He gazed over to the others next to him. A human with an eye patch and large broadsword sat sipping a martini of some sort. To the dwarf's right sat another of his kind. He was chugging a mug of dwarven ale just as Bromil was. "Hey there, didn't see yah. This ale is wonderful eh?" The dwarf sung his chair over and clinked mugs with the mug in Bromil's hand. The dwarf laughed and said "Well hello there. Nice hammer, I used to weild one myself. Now i'm usin this here broadsword."
Bromil gazed at the dwarf's back. A massive steel broadsword sat strapped to his back. Bromil gave the dwarf eye contact once more. "Nice, It's npt the weapon that wins the fight. It's the fighter" Bromil said as he took another sip of his mug.
Five pitchers later the two were now completely incapable of doing anything at all but sleep. Six pitchers was well enough to get the dwarves drunk. "So you really think you could beat me in a duel eh?" The man said as he stroked his trimmed beard. Bromil almost choked as he began to laugh in mid gulp. He let out a loud laugh, "Listen here, grow a respectable beard and then we'll talk about fightin hmm?" Bromil said as he clutched his warhammer and began to stumble out of the door.
"So your walking away from this challenge yeah?" The short bearded dwarf said as a devious grin swept across his face. He knew this would trigger a fight between the two. Bromil stopped, without even turning and facing the man he said, "Meet me outside, I think someone needs a lesson taught to them." He said as he kicked the door open. The cold harsh wind flew into the inn making some of the customers shiver. The fellow people at the inn were all gazing out of the window. Some were dwarven, attending their local tavern for a drink. Some were wanderers passing through the great dwarven mining town. But regardless all were tuning in for the fight.
The two dwarves stood outside in the snow, wobbling as the grasped thier weapons. They soon charged at each other, sending hard strikes towards thier opponents way. They each parried the others attempts to hit, making the fight hard to finish. Some people has actually come from inside the inn and were now surrounding the two fighters. Bromil charged the dwarf once more and gave one final blow knocking his opponent onto the ground. Bromil turned and facedthe crowd and let out a hearty cheer. As he turned, the letter he had received earlier that day fell right next to the hands of his enemy. The man read the letter silently and quickly. His eyes grew wider as he continued his read. This was Bromil Stormhammer! The fighter he wished to lead his soldiers into battle. This dwarf was meant to free the Great Cave Town from the vampires.
The dwarf stood to his feet. He tapped Bromil on his shoulder and smiled holding the letter to Bromil's face. "Hello Bromil, It is I, Rorick." Bromil pondered the name for a moment then bowed in honor. This man was the leader of one the highest ranked regiment in the dwarven army. And Bromil had just defeated him. He laughed as he stuck out his short stubby hand. Rorick grasped it with his hand and the two shook hands. "I think we should have a talk about this whole thing. What do yah say we go have a seat at the inn." Rorick said as he stumbled back into the inn. Bromil quickly followed. Once back at the bar stool, the seat still warm Bromil beckoned the bartender over once more. "Gimme another pitcher, and give me friend here one as well." The two poured their selves a mug and clinked them together once more in cheers. As the continued drinking, the discussed their plans for the Great Cave Town war.
Race: Dwarf
Hair Color: Red
Eye color: Light brown
Occupation: Warrior
Height/Weight: 3'6,100lbs
Appearance: Stern Face, Very muscular. Bromil has a very long red beard that hangs just past his belt. He has fair skin and wears full chain mail armor.
He has thick eyebrows and is short (since he is a dwarf and all:D )
Personality: Very stern when it comes to fighting and war. He is a fighter at heart. He loves the art of battle and never turns down a challenge. He is humble to his race and is proud of his dwarven heritage. He is very noble and kind. Battling and drinking are the loves of his life. Even if he is rough in the ring, at the inn he is the life of the party! He loves nice cold dwarven ale.
Weapons: Steel Warhammer.
Armor:upper body chain mail
Skills: Warhammer Mastery: Bromil has become average with his warhammer.
Endurance: He is a tough fighter, he can withstand many blows and has a high amount of defense. He doesn't go down that easily in a fight.
Enrage: When Bromil is angered or very injured he becomes enraged, sending his into a frezy of fast,accurate, relentless blows with his warhammer. He charges his opponent with speed and force (Usable only when he is VERY angered or Very harmed)
History:
Bromil,
We are asking you resign from mining and join the ranks of the dwarven army. We are currently recruiting and need more soldiers. The Great Cave Town must be restored. The vampires must be removed and the great town must be revived to its once magnificent glory. If you would like to attend the training camp please return this letter with your reply
Thankyou, Rorick -head official of the third regiment
THe dwarf folded the letter and stashed it into his pocket. He walked into the dimly lit inn. People all around were gossiping about the latest news. Drunks lay passed out in a few corners. A tall, skinny man was singing his beautiful music on the stage. He must have been a bard. Bromil gazed around, searching for an open seat. Once his target was found he took his seat and beckoned the bartender over. The man scurried over to the dwarf and grabbed a cold mug from the cabinet. "What can I get for yah" The bartender said as he wiped the mug down with a white towel. Bromil laughed, "Why, the only ale worth drinkin" The dwarf said as he pointed a to barrel of fine dwarven ale. The bartender smiled and fetched Bromil his pitcher.
While awaiting his ale he turned and faced the bard. His songs were calm and relaxing. The man continued to belt out beautiful tunes, as people cheered and clapped for the man.
"Here is your ale sir." The bartender said as he set the pitcher on the counter.
"Ahh thanks good sir." Bromil said as he took one massive gulp from the pitcher and then poured himself a mug full.
He gazed over to the others next to him. A human with an eye patch and large broadsword sat sipping a martini of some sort. To the dwarf's right sat another of his kind. He was chugging a mug of dwarven ale just as Bromil was. "Hey there, didn't see yah. This ale is wonderful eh?" The dwarf sung his chair over and clinked mugs with the mug in Bromil's hand. The dwarf laughed and said "Well hello there. Nice hammer, I used to weild one myself. Now i'm usin this here broadsword."
Bromil gazed at the dwarf's back. A massive steel broadsword sat strapped to his back. Bromil gave the dwarf eye contact once more. "Nice, It's npt the weapon that wins the fight. It's the fighter" Bromil said as he took another sip of his mug.
Five pitchers later the two were now completely incapable of doing anything at all but sleep. Six pitchers was well enough to get the dwarves drunk. "So you really think you could beat me in a duel eh?" The man said as he stroked his trimmed beard. Bromil almost choked as he began to laugh in mid gulp. He let out a loud laugh, "Listen here, grow a respectable beard and then we'll talk about fightin hmm?" Bromil said as he clutched his warhammer and began to stumble out of the door.
"So your walking away from this challenge yeah?" The short bearded dwarf said as a devious grin swept across his face. He knew this would trigger a fight between the two. Bromil stopped, without even turning and facing the man he said, "Meet me outside, I think someone needs a lesson taught to them." He said as he kicked the door open. The cold harsh wind flew into the inn making some of the customers shiver. The fellow people at the inn were all gazing out of the window. Some were dwarven, attending their local tavern for a drink. Some were wanderers passing through the great dwarven mining town. But regardless all were tuning in for the fight.
The two dwarves stood outside in the snow, wobbling as the grasped thier weapons. They soon charged at each other, sending hard strikes towards thier opponents way. They each parried the others attempts to hit, making the fight hard to finish. Some people has actually come from inside the inn and were now surrounding the two fighters. Bromil charged the dwarf once more and gave one final blow knocking his opponent onto the ground. Bromil turned and facedthe crowd and let out a hearty cheer. As he turned, the letter he had received earlier that day fell right next to the hands of his enemy. The man read the letter silently and quickly. His eyes grew wider as he continued his read. This was Bromil Stormhammer! The fighter he wished to lead his soldiers into battle. This dwarf was meant to free the Great Cave Town from the vampires.
The dwarf stood to his feet. He tapped Bromil on his shoulder and smiled holding the letter to Bromil's face. "Hello Bromil, It is I, Rorick." Bromil pondered the name for a moment then bowed in honor. This man was the leader of one the highest ranked regiment in the dwarven army. And Bromil had just defeated him. He laughed as he stuck out his short stubby hand. Rorick grasped it with his hand and the two shook hands. "I think we should have a talk about this whole thing. What do yah say we go have a seat at the inn." Rorick said as he stumbled back into the inn. Bromil quickly followed. Once back at the bar stool, the seat still warm Bromil beckoned the bartender over once more. "Gimme another pitcher, and give me friend here one as well." The two poured their selves a mug and clinked them together once more in cheers. As the continued drinking, the discussed their plans for the Great Cave Town war.