dreamingofcheese

"Profit?" Tool says "Are we not saving the world?" Tool removes a small gem from a recessive cavity. Setting it on the bar. The barkeeper eyes it with such intensity that scares Tool. "To much, idiot." A voice whispers from her prison. "That gem could buy a dozen bars." Tool recognizes the voice of Spearwoman Tálo. "Put it away and use the coinage that foppy nobleman is using." "'Keep." Tool tries the tact of his new companions. "I want your celler opened and emptied." Gasps fill the room. "Drinks are on me."

Cheese wakes up to chaos. Eyes Marry wondering if she slipped some thing into his drink and if not would she?

Cheese shakes, the voice in the clouds inspires deep rooted fear. "God is that you?"

At the sight of BT minion Cheese inhales his beer. Coughing and spraying his ale on to the servant.

"Well." Dreamy looks at his friend and takes a deep drink. "I heard through the alevine that you were building a house and came to lend a hand. As for the enchantress my favorite waffles would be any served by your hand and is loaded with fresh berries." He finishs his drink. He chews the last swallow. "Do you need help? My sword as it were is at your service." He asks King Breathtaker.

Dreaming hand clasps her hand. A gentle warmth spreads through his core . He stammers "Lady...Mistress..Chaos.." when he reases her hand. His mind clears and looks into her eyes again. This time with respect. "Most High Chaos Walker." His bow is deep. "This unworthy peasant would not dare soil your estate with his presence."

You should have seen their eyes when told them oh WoR this is my third time reading it.

D.o.C. looks at the beautiful woman and bows. "Good Lady I seek a friend by...." his eyes finally take in the figure on the throne. "Holy gods, Breathtaker! Why are you sitting on the Throne?" Then it hits him, his friend and drinking companion is Bloody royalty. But he always made such great drunk. "Well might as well have the darkest brew you got. Your Mega Awesomeness." Dreaming catches a whiff of something intoxicating. A subtle hint of maple and sweet berries. A memory rises up of mother's kitchen and lazy weekends. "Dear Lady, I am Dreamingofcheese, you are wearing such a tantalizing scent. Is it by chance....waffles?"

Dreamingofcheese exits the portal and realizes he is lost. This can't be where Breathtaker built his home. If the heat won't get you the huge scavenger birds might. Shesh. I look back at the portal. Of course its gone. I knew I should have more silver. Sigh. I guess I'll knock. "Hello perchance would you have a portal outbound?"

*** I'm trying to make him conflicted and fighting to assert a since of self. If that makes since.****

"Zakk is that thing friend or dead?" Tool stands between Zakk and the newcomer. Slowly bindind his body in the defensive position.

Tool shrugs. "Master will never tell me. The marks on me are in my Master's hand. Your runes do they serve a purpose?"

Greetings, I am also a huge Harry Potter fan... I tell this to non readers and they give me gruff. Can you believe that? The nerve, so they only read when they have to. enjoy the forum the people are awesome.

"Ah... You see my maker built me for.. How do you say it? Determent? Proactive protection? Well you see I was suppose to be seen." Tool watches his new teammate down to quickly a tar like substance. "Do you people really enjoy that stuff?

"Necromancers?" Tool cant keep the anger from entering his voice. "Here in this land? Can I not escape, will I never be free?" Tool takes a moment to think on the request. He draws the question to his comrades. The soldiers agree with cheers and a disturbing agreement from the Master. What would the Master believe he would achieve? Could this course of action bring a True death to him or a Rebirth. "The only request I have," Tool sighs "Don't let me kill another Necromancer. I cant allow another one inside me."

Tool watches the eyes. A small spark of his soul can be seen. This man is better then Master, but it still can end with me rusting and him rotting. What would happen to my comrades? Two men enter, wearing aprons reading "Belush Sausages. Local." They lift the lizard's corpse and nods towards the tavern keeper. They then depart. Tool thanks his creator for not needing to eat. "What is the Danger?"

Tool looks down at Zakk. For a single moment the Master raises up and screams in my head. Uncontrolled hand grabs where my temple would be if I had flesh. "Sometimes," Tool looks closer past the marks and runes. "Sir Dwarfish, I have been in Damnation." Tool walks over to the innkeeper, handing over a small envelope, which held the title and proof of the Bribe. The Human who was the son of the man I made the deal with takes ownership with a tremor in his hand. Tool returns to the partial dwarf and looks closer at the runes. A Mage of some sort might be able to help, though from the look. He had the mercenary look, nonstandard uniform and weapons. "I am Tool." My voices sound like four people talking at once, woven into a single voice. "Are you a Merc Captain?"

Sorry I forgot class and backstory. Class: monk/bodyguard/souljar Released at the great signing. Once gaurd of the famous general Old Boot. The dwarven master of the shieldwall. Then the signing changed everything my master decided he wasn't going to lay down arms. I watched this old man lead a guerilla army, shock and burnt ground tactics. He was so effective that he brought shame to his former king. The king went to war with the Boot until he was out maneuvered. Pinned to white bluff with no escape he gave a speech sealing his army to death. But old Boot had other plans. He sold some ancient dwarven relic to a powerful Mage. Giving him and a select few an out, a portal, to another land. This one. Upon entering this new realm I watched my master celebrate a great coup. He sacrificed his army and received a new power one that left to grow would change this place. Necromancy. All the souls of the army imbued into himself. He promised me a place in his family but at the time of crossing he changed. I knew the only way to be free was to slay the man I was built to protect. He died forty seconds after he entered. His friends died before they knew they were betrayed. But something terrible happened during my master's death and his friends death. They were transfered into me. I bare the souls of 3604 beings. Most are rageful and seek dominance. They have successful three times. Each added hundreds of more souls to my core. Only hours of meditation can keep me, me. Then I was found by an old soul. A woman so ancient that the stars call her milk sister. She taught me of people and how to become as them. She told him to observe. He chose the inn, bought it then gifted it to a family under one condition leave the large Suit of armor alone.

NAME: Tool Age: 200 Ht: 9ft Wt: 500 lbs Tool stands nine feet tall and is covered in obsidian and steel plates. His ghulra (rune mark on forehead) is purple. Description on website. Warforged are bulky humanoids covered in plates of metal and stone. A skeleton of these materials supports woody fiber bundles that comprise a warforged's muscular system. Warforged bodies have an internal network of tubes filled with a bloodlike fluid that nourishes and lubricates their systems. Their powerful arms end in hands that each have two fingers and one thumb, and each of their feet has two broad toes. Warforged heads have simple humanlike features. They have heavy brows, hinged toothless jaws, and no noses. A warforged's eyes sometimes glow when he or she experiences certain intense emotions. The forehead of each warforged bears a unique rune called a ghulra. These ghulra help give warforged a sense of individuality.

Well now I'm knee deep. Thanks to Delightful. Thank you.

The angry mutters of the prisoners ripple through my core. Each voice was just soft enough to tell me of their discontent. Before I met Star's-Milk-Sister I could barely keep control. After her instructions I now can place myself between each soul to prevent consumption. Five of the most evil souls have realized a Darkness empowers them if they eat each other. "Tool," Master's voice echos up to me from the deepest, most fortified part of my soul self. His soul voice matches his raspy overworked commander's voice he processed in his previous life. "Enemy." Master's voice withdrawals as did the mummers. The common room hushed as the keepsake suit of obsidian and steel plated armor now stands infront of the Lizardman. "My Master fought your kind. He made boots of your people's skin then gave them to his women. The beast's right hand shoots toward it's belt. My hand grabs the Lizard's elbow and directs the potion into it's mouth. The trapted spell detonated. The smell of cooked meat fills the air. I toss the Lizard's purse to the innkeeper. "Drinks are on my friend." Deep in side a new voice howls.

He sounds like a keeper. Since he didn't destroy a perfect moment in an awesome book.