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Ouzbek
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Name: Ouzbek
Age: Who's asking and why do you need to know?
Gender: Grouch (Male)
Race: Dwarf
Class: Metalworker Mage Description:
Ouzbek, like most dwarves is about as wide as he is tall,
with broad shoulders, a barrel chest and short legs. He keeps his red,
curly hair short but his beard long and his moustache braided. Indoors he
wears leather or linnen pants and loose shirts, when going out he pairs
this look with armour (leather when going out casually, metal when going
to formal events).
Personality: Ouzbek is a miser. He acts a lot older
than his (relatively) young years and feels best when hiding out in his
home. He prefers working (in solitude) and will try hard to get out of
party invitations. Despite this, Ouzbek quite likes the bustle of city
life: Anonymous and Indifferent. He's quite happy living in his own little
home, selling his wares and not interacting.
Skills:
*Metal-working
*Small acts of fire and electric magic
*Sturdy build and strong
Enjoys: Liquor (he IS a dwarf), rare metals,
intricate designs
Dislikes: Formality, sprouts (he will claim an
allergy), swimming *-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-* STORY
Ouzbek stepped inside the dark pub and took a seat at the
bar. The pub was dimly lit, smoke filled the interior and the scent of
stale beer, sweat and fire permeated the air. Ouzbek had worn his usual
comfy leather armour, but when checking out the other patrons he almost
wished he'd gone full formal as some of these guys looked to be trouble.
A washed up dwarf sat down beside him. Sizing each other up, the newcomer
suddenly grinned and called for a round of beer for the two of them.
"Pleased to meet you, the name's Maryon." the dwarf introduced himself.
Ouzbek hesitated, but finally grasped the hand of Maryon and returned the
greeting and gave his own name. Maryon had a pale, almost sickly
complexion. Ouzbek didn't believe he'd ever seen a hairless dwarf before
and the man had a breath that could kill. But he didn't give out any
dangerous vibes and in fact seemed quite charming.
"I haven't seen you around here before." Maryon prompted.
"I don't come out much." Ouzbek added, "But every now and then a man wants
to drink in company."
Although company was a big word, Ouzbek had just grown a bit bored of the
solitude he usually kept and wanted to observe the city. He hadn't thought
he'd be talking but strangely he wasn't opposed to a little light
conversation.
Their beers arrived and Maryon went on.
"Best bar this close to the cemetary. Nice and dark too. Although maybe it
could use some livening up."
Maryon turned toward the barkeep and yelled: "Can you put on some music,
love?"
The barkeep, a hag seemingly slightly over a hundred with long white hair
and long nails grinned and put on a haunting tune that turned into a
lively jig and ended in a screeching finale. The other patrons seemed to
not mind and Ouzbek shrugged the noise away as well.
Maryon then turned back to him and said:
"I've a proposition for you. You see I once got hold of a treasure. Said
treasure is multiplying and I can't keep it all to myself. So I'm looking
for good people to take care of some of it. Interested?"
This sounded like one of those scams that were too good to be true. But
Ouzbek had difficulty turning down the prospect of treasure. Valuables of
any kind would be welcome. Although, he probably wasn't meant to sell this
treasure by the speach he'd just been given. but then, how would Maryon
find out if he did?
"Tell me where to go." Ouzbek said after downing his drink.
Maryon let out a bark of laughter, drew a map with directions and then got
up.
"It's about time I go rescue a little fly. Naiquess can only take so
much."
When the dwarf reached the door, he turned around once more and added:
"Give my regards to Pinth when you see him." *-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*
BOND
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??? bonded at
the Rainbow Glitz *-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*-;-*
Lantessama Isle
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