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|name=Ironbeard the Magnanimous | |name=Ironbeard the Magnanimous | ||
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|extended= | |extended=Beneath his scruffy grey beard, this exceptionally rotund dwarf's face shows the ruddy signs of a fondness for strong ale. His face is perpetually crinkled in cheer, dark eyes twinkling with kind benevolence. Simple but elegant, Ironbeard's outfit of dark trousers, a long-sleeved white tunic belted with thick black rope, and a suede vest is topped off by a slightly tattered chocolate-coloured hat with a wide brim. The straps of a satchel line his chest, the canvas of the bag hitched over his broad back bulging with assorted shapes. A dwarven battleaxe with curious sigils etched into the shining double blades lies tucked beneath the satchel, still within easy reach. | ||
|con= | |con=Ironbeard the Magnanimous does not even register your presence as a threat. | ||
|gender=Male | |gender=Male | ||
}} | }} | ||
Quotes: | |||
''The rowdy notes of a drinking song, faint at first, then rising to the undisputed intensity of a Dwarf On A Mission, herald the arrival of Ironbeard the Magnanimous who casts his beam of a smile about himself as he arrives. Ironbeard the Magnanimous staggers as he exclaims, "Have a present, <player>. Now where's my ale cup gone to?" '' | |||
''With a sudden look of concentration, Ironbeard the Magnanimous smiles a crooked smile, rubs his ample stomach, and fades to nothingness, followed by the sound of a distant belch.'' | |||
[[Category:NPC]] | [[Category:NPC]] | ||
Latest revision as of 20:31, 28 December 2013
Ironbeard the Magnanimous
Male (Neutral)
Beneath his scruffy grey beard, this exceptionally rotund dwarf's face shows the ruddy signs of a fondness for strong ale. His face is perpetually crinkled in cheer, dark eyes twinkling with kind benevolence. Simple but elegant, Ironbeard's outfit of dark trousers, a long-sleeved white tunic belted with thick black rope, and a suede vest is topped off by a slightly tattered chocolate-coloured hat with a wide brim. The straps of a satchel line his chest, the canvas of the bag hitched over his broad back bulging with assorted shapes. A dwarven battleaxe with curious sigils etched into the shining double blades lies tucked beneath the satchel, still within easy reach.
Ironbeard the Magnanimous does not even register your presence as a threat.
Ironbeard the Magnanimous does not even register your presence as a threat.
Quotes:
The rowdy notes of a drinking song, faint at first, then rising to the undisputed intensity of a Dwarf On A Mission, herald the arrival of Ironbeard the Magnanimous who casts his beam of a smile about himself as he arrives. Ironbeard the Magnanimous staggers as he exclaims, "Have a present, <player>. Now where's my ale cup gone to?"
With a sudden look of concentration, Ironbeard the Magnanimous smiles a crooked smile, rubs his ample stomach, and fades to nothingness, followed by the sound of a distant belch.