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Post by Erik Swift-Axe on Jan 10, 2018 11:17:38 GMT
Greetings all,
I am a man of few words, so I'll get to it. My name is Erik, known to my friends as Erik the Fighter (or sometimes Erik the hard-headed). I am from the North originally - a wet and barren land, full of miserable sheep and even more miserable women. I have come here looking for employment. I am good with an axe, and am a fair shot with a longbow. I have been told on occasion that I lack common sense, which I take as a compliment because 'common' is just another word for worthless!
No job too small, and no job too big (providing the pay is fair, and I've remembered to sharpen my axe).
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Post by Dvärgar / Gara on Jan 17, 2018 11:51:20 GMT
PSA: When Erik gets a drink in him, he tends to become a little bit of a racist and start bragging to Kobolds about how many Kobolds he has killed...thus creating a bar brawl and adding to the number of Kobolds he has killed... I see a pattern emerging.
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Post by Erik Swift-Axe on Jan 18, 2018 14:59:15 GMT
It's a pretty amazing self-perpetuating cycle. Also, when it comes to Erik's experiences fighting Kobolds, I imagine it's a case of him staring off into the middle distances, muttering 'you weren't there man, you weren't there...'
Then punching something in the face.
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