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"Tonight! We're joined by the Takain Clan!" she says, gesturing towards the oruch. "Tonight! We're joined by the Adventurers of Alexandria!"

A spotlight moves, shines on each of you. "Tonight! We celebrate! Some of you are known for your acts, your deeds! Some of you WILL be known! Sing, praise Angoron, praise Kor! And if you can't sing...drink until it feels like you can!!"

Even the hyena, it seems. A barkeep slides one of the tankards the way of Trakkar. The other nods to Kalk, and just...slides him a bigger mug. This one gurgles, faintly, its liquid tinted dark.

"I suddenly have a regret in life." offers Astaren after the spotlight shines on him. Hearing whispers of the Moon Sparkler or the Troll Bait. The man offers a groan as he heats up his tea and tries to make himself seem smaller and hiding in the background.

Kalkorth lets out a cheer along with the others as he listens to the singer on the stage. He raises his own fist and grins as the spotlight is on him as he grabs the bigger mug off the bar and raises it above his head before he drinks the liquid, sight unseen all in one long gulp. He lifts the once again empty mug above his head and roars a challenge.

Gull chuckles, drinking deeply from his mug. "What are you performing tonight, Morgan? Something witty about tying up wolves?" No one seems to recognize the newcomer to the city, and Gull's moderately surprised to even be included, though he raises his mug companionably to the assembled. "Recognition on credit is better than no recognition at all, I suppose!"

Morgan shakes her head "Well I am no bard, but I always loved this one song at the Tavern where I grew up at. I would sing this song with everyone, and I think this song will do well here."

Razen drinks down the tankard with enthusiasm and slams it down, grinning and motioning for a second. He looks over the crowd, and frowns slightly to himself before standing up and making his way a bit closer to the stage. Another drink already in hand of course. He isn't cheering with everyone else but rather watching the other oruch who are moving about the place with a general sense of wairiness.

"We got that damn Shadowfe..." mutters someone, from nearby the stage.

"If she dares show her fangs--!" one of the giantborn thunders from one of the longtables. He flexes his arm to show just what would happen if she tries. It's a big arm, and there are whistles and laughter around him.

"Anyone want to take me on!" he shouts, "Third champion running, here!" ...more whistles, and the bartender comes up, slaps Kalk on the back. "This one was brave enough to try ma homebrew!" he shouts. There's a sudden silence, and the man at the table looks uneasy.

On the stage, the current singer waves to Morgan. Another passes her a tankard. Yes, another one.

Duncan nearly spews his drink when the spotlight shines on him. "Sing? Us?" He casts a quick glance around at the other adventurers spotlighted to see if there are any takers. "Doesn't look like we have any bards here tonight," he offers. "But fire's something I can manage." He draws a double-headed flail from his belt and holds it high. He barks a word in Jotun, heavily accented like, well, like a Khazad speaking Jotun he was taught by another Khazad. The flail head ignites in fire and he spins it above his head, blurring into a circle of flame.

Razen's head turns at the suggestion of a contest and suddenly thoughts of the other oruch vanish in the space of a moment. "I WILL ACCEPT YOUR CHALLENGE!" He bellows, drinking down his tankard for the second time. Then he grins broadly and saunters closer to the giantborn.

Morgan takes a big drink as she is enjoying the energy of the room "When I die I want a party like this. Full of people telling stories."

"Kauri! Good to see you!" In the midst of the fray, a shoutout goes to a decorate oruch shaman. The woman hoists her drink to the shouter, and calls back. Kauri wears an oruch's warpaint, and armor--even in the Lodge's heat.

Shaman Kauri isn't the only one present in warpaint. They'd said Takain, hadn't they? The oruch among you would recognize the marks of that subclan--a smaller part of the Burning Blades!

Maybe that's why, when Duncan makes fire, those oruch throw their heads back, howl to Kor! 

"Kahurangi," growls the giantborn who'd offered the earlier challenge. He offers his hand to Razen, with a nod. Then whispers, "You really drank that, or is he just playin with me?"
Tilguh roars along with the oruch, when the fire is displayed. "YES! Spin that flame. Spin a tale!", she calls out, and then looks regretfully at the bottom of her empty tankard. Abandoning that one, she goes in search of the bar and walks back to her spot with three more.

Razen laughs. "What's a little drink friend? I am Razen." He offers no clan nor surname, but glances toward the other orcs as if feeling the lack of it at the moment.

 GAME: Razen rolls Athletics: (19)+7: 26

Kalkorth smacks his lips, 'It was tasty too, pour me another." He says as he puts his stein back down. "I'll take next." He says as the drink doesn't seem to be affecting him yet, but who knows how many of the bartender's special drink he'll get through. Once his gets his drink he goes to watch to see how Razen does.

The two clasp hands firmly, muscles bulge and cord and then with a roar to Angoron Razen slams the other man's hand into the hard wood triumphantly. In good humor he clasps the other on the shoulder and grins. Then he lifts both hands above his head. "Another round!"

On the stage, another giantborn steps forward. He throws an arm about Duncan, and belts out:

     And I wonder
     When I sing along with you
     If everything could ever feel this real forever
     If anything could ever be this good again!
 
The bartender from earlier winks to Tilguh, and slides over a tankard. Like the one given to Kalk, this one bubbles. "Here's one for ya. Take this--" he drops a second. "Over to tha winner, there, if yer not of a mind ta drink it. Wouldn't blame ya!"

The air feels thicker.

Hotter. A few giantborn drop down near Gull. One holds a drum, and begins to beat, thrum it.

Morgan finishes her drink as she gets up on the stage when a song ends she says "Ok everyone I am no bard but bar songs are not meant to be sang well." She looks to the ones on stage "come in with my rhythm." she gets a nod as most think she will be singing some wimpy elven song but she might impress everyone, or get food tossed at her

 "A long time ago, way back in history, When all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea, Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops, And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops, He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king, And to his praises we shall always sing, Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!,Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer, Tiddly beer beer beer 
 
  The Curtis bar, the James' Pub, the Hole in the Wall as well, One thing you can be sure of, its Charlie's beer they sell, So all ye lads a lasses at eleven O'clock ye stop, For five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops 1 2 3 4 5 
 
 A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick, The kind of lubrication to make your engine tick, 40 pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks, It's only eight pence hapenny and one and six in tax, 1 2 3 4 5 
 
 He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king, And to his praises we shall always sing, Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!, Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer 
 
 Tiddly beer beer beer, The Lord bless Charlie Mops!"

Tilguh manages to get the third tankard down before Morgan drops the beats. The hobgoblin woman cheers loudly, and even waves her hammer around one-handed. Though she does keep the waving to a small-ish area. Mostly.

Razen drinks down another drink, eyes following the other oruch. There are more shaman here than there should be and it makes him nervous. But the music! He roars out of time. "BEER BEER BEER! BEER BEER BEER!" His is not a singing voice, and he's not actually singing any lyrics but beer. He feels the fire inside, turning his eyes more green than gray in the light. Flashing with triumph. "BEEEEEEEER!"

Gull applauds Morgan's performance, laughing and singing aloud, stomping with the beat. He continues drinking his ale, before standing up, slightly wobbly, before grinning and clapping the back of the drummer near him. "Nice one, Morgan!"

Morgan says before she gets off the stage "I might perform later and tip these bards their livers need more of this good booze." she gets off and joins Gull again "You should get up there, don't have to be a good singer, no one will know the difference."

Astaren is quietly sitting in the back sipping his tea, watching the festivities. As people get more rowdy he moves back a bit further to find a wall to hide against.

Kalkorth watches the arm wrestling between Razen and the other giantborn. He's about to claim his spot as the challenger as he finishes his second mug of the special brew when the shaman catches his eyes once more. He feels compelled to look at them and then he starts to count them. He blinks in surprised but his vision starts to go fuzzy. He shakes his head, he can't be drunk yet, this is nothing. He feels a heat from from his center that spreads all over him and he hears a roaring in his ear. This is different then the rush of blood when he rages. He feels hotter than he's ever felt before and he's been inside a mountain with lava. He turns away from the arm wrestling and he moves out onto the dance floor. He begins to dance, a wild, yet surprisingly graceful dance, his body moving with the music as he dances like no one is watching.

Tilly's hammer waving becomes a full on dance at some point near the end of the song, and the red-skinned woman will actually move to occupy a corner of the stage. Her sandals have disappeared somewhere along the way. The hobgoblin reaches out to grab someone's drink, much to their dismay and annoyance, and unlike the ale or special brew, this stuff is far more alcoholic. She spews the drink over the stone head of her hammer, and hefts it once more... thrusting it into the burning coals along the walls of the lodge.

With a now-flaming hammer, Tilly dances barefoot upon the stage. To music only she can hear, it seems, waving the hammer back and forth.

"Kalkorth!!" Razen tilts his head back and lets loose an ungodly howl before throwing down his mug. It splinters into a thousand shards, his eyes almost seem to glow with unbridled passion. "KALKORTH! I CHALLENGE YOU!" His voice is rugged, deep with that throaty sound usually reserved for wolves and other beasts. He slaps a hand against his pelt and bares one arm to the shoulder and slaps his bicep hard enough to make a sound over the thrumming music.

Morgan watches Tilly hammer on fire "no good will come to this." said amused like.

"Come! Alexandria needs you!" That whisper? Some of you hear it. And it's getting hotter within the Lodge. Shaman Kauri's full-throated singing is noticeable by everyone, now. Too, that it isn't just hers. Other of the oruch shamans join in, full-throated voices alongside the rock and thunder! 

Of course, the party continues. ...but something seems...changed? Charged? Another tankard is slid over to Gull, as well.

Gull grabs the new tankard, slapping the nearby oruch on the backs. "You know, there aren't any lodge halls like this in Seagarden? Not...not like this, you know?" He tips the drink back, then starts to stand, unsteadily, blinking at the dancing and the fire. He turns back to Morgan, then laughs. "Fine! I'll perform! But no promises on quality!"

Morgan chuckles "get on stage and have fun tonight quality means nothing."

Kalkorth stops his dancing as Razen calls to him. He looks to him as his hands move up to his hair. He pulls free the long pony tail and shakes out his hair into a wild mane. His eyes have a frenzied look to them. He reaches over his shoulder for his greataxe, but forgot that he left it out with all his other weapons. No matter, he's a strong independent giantborn he doesn't need a weapon. He raises his hand and motions for Razen to come to him as he starts to sing. His voice is totally different from the deep giantborn voice. His voice is definitely feminine and it sounds amazing.

 You run, run, runaway
 It's your heart that you betray
 Feeding on your hungry eyes
 I bet you're not so civilized 

 Well isn't love primitive?
 A wild gift that you wanna give
 Break out of captivity
 And follow me stereo jungle child
 Love is the kill
 Your heart's still wild

Kalkorth's dancing has definitely more graceful and lithe, perhaps even a little bit seductive. For such a big man he can move as he dances in the center of the floor. It's a dance off.

Duncan lowers his spinning flail - not to give his arm a rest but because he hears something, tilting his head to the side. Then the giant warrior he'd been approaching says something in Jotun, patting the hammer he wears. Duncan looks wary and then glances around for someone to translate, the mysterious voice momentarily forgotten.

Morgan gives Kalkorth a powerful wolf like whissle that something from someone little should not have normally can do.

Kalkorth might have meant for it to be a dance off but the way the other man moves only cinches fate. With a mighty howl he throws himself bodily at the other man. He tries to bear the other man to the ground, to wrap his arms around Kalkorth... and also to kiss him furiously.

Razen is love smitten and it's clear as day.

Astaren is up in the rafters sitting on a beam as he watches, his gaze intent as he considers. A smile to himself as he sips his tea, "Ancient things here." a glance to Morgan, "Oh my, surprising she does not have her paws on somebody yet."

As Kakorth takes up the singing, Tilly's dance changes. She falls into the beat, the step, that Kalkoroth sings. The hammer wavers back and forth now, but still held above most peoples' heads. The taller ones learn quickly to duck back for Tilly does manage to clunk one person in the helm.

"LOVE IS THE KILL", she calls out as Kalkorth sings out that very lyric, and swings her hammer down. The force of the swing is such that she leaves her feet to bring the hammer down, leaping from the stage and thudding the head into the earthen ground. A ripple courses through the earth, outward from the impact, spraying all those nearby with dirt and fiery bits of alcohol. The hobgoblin is left standing in a small crater, next to a smoking earthbreaker.

Astaren has his notebook out and is taking notes now. Watching people like Kalkorth very intently, as well as Tilguh. A grin crossing his as at the ground slam, "Oh this was worth coming to!"

     Spinning infinity, boy
     The wheel is spinning me
     It's never-ending, never-ending
     Same old story

Another giantborn offers thunder to Kor and Angoron! She jabs a finger at Duncan as she sings, and winks at him. Mouths, 'I like your fire!' before going on to the next set. 

Meanwhile, the shamans continue to sing. Not Takain clan. ...not really. /Burning Blade/! Ancient things here, indeed!

Standing, slightly unsteadily, Gull clasps his hands together over his head, stretching. "All right, you want me to perform? Fine. But I'm not much for...well, here's what I got." He steps onto the stage, one hand over his heart, striking a pose as though a classical poet, reciting poetry.

 "There was an Oruch named Caramap
 Who gorged on the eve of a scrap

 But the foe didn't show
 So the day was too slow
 Until it was time for a crap!"

Kalkorth was not expecting Razen to throw himself at him. He is grabbed and feels the arms wrap around him, but no one can that easily tame him. He draws down deep and flexes hard throwing his arms up in the air to break Razen's grip, before the kiss. Kalkorth jumps back as he continues to sing, loud and proud.

 "Shooting at the walls of heartache bang, bang
 I am the warrior

 And heart to heart you'll win
 If you survive, the warrior, the warrior

 You talk, talk, talk to me
 You're eyes touch me physically
 Stay with me, we'll take the night
 As passion takes another bite
 Oh, who's the hunter, who's the game
 I feel the beat call your name
 I hold you close in victory
 I don't want to tame your animal style
 You won't be caged
 In the call of the wild."

Kalkorth picks up a nearby broom that was left in the corner and snaps off the broom pair so it's just an improved staff.

"Alexandria needs you," is that whisper. Some of you hear it, amid the song and the drum.

Gull mocks a quick bow, then stumbles back towards where he was sitting, where his four half-full tankards await him. "That's all I got, Morgan. Done my duty, yeah?" He chuckles as he works to continue scrambling his brains with whatever they serve in these buckets-with-handles
.
Not one to back down - ever - Razen howls again, low and deep and then out of it comes song lyrics of his own. Deep and rugged but oddly compelling.

 "My heart’s beating faster, I know what I’m after!"

It ends in another howl this one much higher in pitch and then the battle is underway. The half-oruch throwing himself at the other man. He does not seem to care that he is unarmed. His strength has improved, and his hands for the moment seem enough to bring him what his heart is after.

"Hey--mind teaching me that move? Lyrics, I mean." A giantborn staggers over to sit near Gull and Morgan. She stretches a leg out in front of her, and leans back. The room may be spinning. Just like for the rest of them.

Ga'Elian slips in and makes his way practically unnoticed to stand next to Astaren. He turns to him and says, "I could hear this place from the lower market district. What's going on?"

"Honor to Kor!"

"Honor to Angoron!" is howled, right on the steps of that one. Ga'elian quickly finds himself given a tankard. Or three. In it, oruch brew, in a giantborn-sized mug.

Tilguh stands still at center of the small crater she carved out with her hammer, and raises said hammer over her head, and then takes it up with both hands, holding it out before her. "So who can take it from me?!", she yells out in challenge. Her stance is a little wobbly, the effects of several tankards of alcohol as well as the special brew.

Morgan walks over to Ga'elian and hands him a mug full of ale "come sing a high energy song."yes the wizard had a few drinks.

Gull looks at the giantborn sitting next to him. "Me? Or Morgan?" He looks confusedly between Morgan and the giantborn.

Astaren is sitting up in the rafters along some of the beams. He grins to Ga'Elian, "An Angoron party, and they are doing an ancient ritual here. Old magic, calling upon ancient warriors from ancient battle fields. If you drink the drink, you will be pulled under the ritual and become involved. Things are ranging from fighting to more intimate acts. The person I am scouting for an apprentice looks like she is ready to pounce somebody." Grinning as he motions to Morgan, "All very entertaining."

Ga'Elian juggles the mugs without spilling their contents.

Kalkorth uses the staff to push off to dodge and spin away from Razen sings the refrain over and over. Before he stops right in the middle of the floor and belts out loudly raising the broom turned staff over his head. 

 "Shooting at the walls of heartache
 I am the warrior
 Yes, I am the warrior
 And victory is mine

 Shooting at the walls of heartache
 I am the warrior
 Shooting at the walls of heartache bang, bang
 I am the warrior!"

"ALEXANDRIA! ANGORON! KOR!" the music crechendos, the drummers hit fire with the beat of their hands.

...then they begin to soften, to bring it all down. A tune to the sizzle of coals. But the fire? The fire's still there. Just slowed, a little.

Slowed, so that someone can take the stage, and be heard. 

Someone does. An aged woman, yet ageless, Kauri steps forward. "ALEXANDRIA!" she shouts. Pauses, for effect. Then, "In twenty days, Shadowfell is upon us! The slithering bile of the Vampire Queen will be reaching, clawlike, from the shadows!"
Razen doesn't hear the music slow, only sees his target squarely and tackles the other man full to the ground. They land with a heavy thud, and rather than kissing the other man as he had originally intended Razen lets out a low noise and sings softly instead. The lyrics are so soft that they're lost under the woman speaking to all but the man he's saying them to.

In the very act of juggling the mugs, Ga'Elian drinks from each, a little at a time, then replies to Morgan, "Count me in." With that, he catches each mug in turn, draining it, then says, but why walk when one can tumble? He then launches into a gymnastic floor routine worthy of the Olympic finals moving through the crowded bar without bumping into anyone. His final tumble is a forward double somersault rotating 360 degrees and landing into a perfect handstand. It then registers with him what the aged woman just said, and he stares at her.

"...But we are warriors, all! Face Her with fearlessness, face Her with STRENGTH! And let the strength of the ancestors inspire us!" Kauri shouts. She raises her hands, and a spotlight is shown on Kalkorth, Razen, on Tilguh. On others, who tonight, are spirit-ridden.

A howl goes upwards.

ALEXANDRIA!

Razen yells from his place on the floor. "ALEXANDRIA!"

Kalkorth oofs as he's tackled as he got too carried away with singing and didn't keep track of his surroundings. As Razen comes close to him he hears the singing to him and his giant hand comes up to gently caress Razen's cheek before pushing him off. In a feat of acrobatics that will no doubt leave the big man sore in the morning he kips up and lets out a strong feminine shout, "For Alexandria!"

Astaren grins to Ga'Elian, "you were always more daring than me." watching his friend and then leans back as he sips his tea, clearly enjoying watching.

Razen slowly gets to his feet, scrubbing a hand over his head and watching Kalkorth with bright interest. It's clear he's still smitten with the other man and that's not going to fade anytime soon. However the fire's burned down enough for him to realize what he's sung. What the words mean to him. So he makes his way a few steps from the other man.

Gull drains the first of his four tankards. "I'm...I'm thinking...I'm thinking that's it for me, tonight." He stands up straight, then cracks his neck. "I may need to sleep in another skin tonight."
Ga'Elian looks up at Astaren, and screws up his face as if his brain is too foggy to resolve the wizard-priest's words. All of a sudden he strides toward the nearest table, his chest puffed out, and slams both fists down upon it, crushing the wood. As he bends down to take up the leg that just busted off, all the drinks that /were/ on it go flying over his head and splash everything on the stage. He stands up in the fashion of an opera diva belting out in earnest a war ballad of the ancient oruch clans. Oddly, although he does actuall speak Yrch, on this occasion, he actually sounds like one. The effect is rather disturbing.

 GAME: Ga'Elian rolls Perform/Sing: (8)+19: 27

Kalkorth needs a drink after all that sinking and dancing. He starts to braid his hair in a definitely feminine braid and picks up his stein. He motions for the bartender to fill him up once more. He eyes Razen and in his newly acquired voice speaks to him, "If you fight as well as you dance and sing then you are a pretty good warrior." He takes a long drink as he starts to adjust his clothes a bit for a more feminine appearance. As much as one can when wearing a breastplate, tunic, loincloth and leggings.

Morgan finishes her third mug as she sits there looking a bit green but runs out side with her hand on her mouth. Five minutes later she walks in and takes a seat at a table full of people she does not know but right now they are her best friends.

Razen lets out a low growling laugh. "Better even." He follows the other man with just a trace of embarrassment, and offers his hand again after a moment. He has to think before speaking again. "I am Razen Diharth of the Bonesworn clan. And I apologize for earlier but you are... Amazing." He flashes his fangs.

Duncan grabs a nearby Oruch to translate. He raises the weapon and explains to the giant where he got it: "...looted from a two-headed troll." The Giantborn seems to understand Duncan's words, but when he replies it is again in Jotun. The Oruch dutifully repeats his words, in a language Duncan can speak this time, and Duncan's eyes fly open. "Khazad-made? You sure?"

Astaren slides Morgan another mug as he sits down beside her, "Should slow down there a bit lass, going to get yourself sick, or worse." Winking to her with a smile. "I love events like these, learn a lot." then motions over to Ga'Elian, "Met him yet? Good friend of mine, done a lot of adventuring together, never seen him drunk before.' Grinning.

Gull walks a bit wavily over towards Astaren. "Ah. It's Astareth. I met Alba! Like you said! Oh, Morgan!" He grins, crookedly.

Morgan nods a bit clumsy "He is great and has a pretty birdy... I have some quills made from its feathers, oh and it trusts me enough to eat apples from my hands." She looks to Gull "hey there."

Ga'Elian finishes his song, and tosses his table-leg sword away. He swaggers proudly to join Astaren and Morgan. He heavily plops a hand each on their shoulders then in a thickly exotic accent declares, "I am Tiare of the Burning Blade Clan. Who in Adom's name are you?" *bold to the point of overbearing*
Astaren lets out a laugh and nods, "That bird, I keep my distance. most animals attempt to kill me on sight it seems, even deer." grinning to Morgan and then glances to Ga'Elian as he gets shoulder slapped, "A warrior, here for the drinks and revelry! sit, drink, and be merry!"

Kalkorth nod to Razen and takes his hand, "And I'm Hinewai, the mightiest warrior of the Burning Blades." She clasps his forehead and gives it a powerful, but not crushing grip as she shakes it. She lets go, "An interesting name you have there. Are you planning on making this Alexandria your home?" She asks before she looks down at Kalkorth's body. "I must admit it's a bit strange being inside a giantborn's body. I've possessed a male before, but never one not an ourch. He is very strong, although not as flexible. He will be sore in the morning."

Gull grins at Tiare of the Burning Blade Clan. "I am Gull! Of Seagarden, and the Coven of the Compass." He extends a hand. "Pleased to meet you, Tiare!" The witch smiles down at Astaren and Morgan. "Fun party, isn't it?"
Morgan looks up to Ga'Elian but answers Astaren "His Griffon would not hurt you... Well he might if Elie here tells him to."

Ga'Elian sits as invited, looking smug and proud. He shakes Gull's hand and says, "Griffon? My papa and I took a griffon down on my first hunt. Good eatin'!"

It is clear that Razen has slightly more control over the possession. Perhaps because the one possessing is so much like himself. Because they have the same wants and desires. "A pleasure Hinewai." He grins and shakes his head. Perhaps not entirely. "He, and you are a strong match, we were pleased to meet you in combat even if it was but a small row."

Astaren does not make a note of Ga'Elians latest declaration of eating a griffon. Just offers a wane smile, "What was your biggest hunt then?" tilting his head and glancing to Morgan, "Not sure, it gives me stares sometimes, always edgy around animals."

Morgan stands up and says "I better get home and I like <adds Griffens name here> offer him a apple with Elian there and he will like you." with that she wonders out the lodge.

Kalkorth continues to drink, "We are. He is both strong and capable, much like yourself." She hears talk of hunting and waves Razen to follow her, "Are we going out hunting? It has been forever and a day since I have been out hunting. What are we hunting this night?"

Gull chuckles. "I think bed is a good idea. I'm...I'm going to head down to the shore, I think." He sketches a quick wave before walking towards the door without waiting for an acknowledgement.

"AYE! Hunting!" The offer perks Razen's ears and that of the one possessing him. They are ready for the hunt!

Duncan, the Giantborn and the Oruch, after a long and tortuted three-way conversation, finally seem to settle matters. Duncan hands over the flail he carries, the one that's heavily enchanted - and responds only to command words spoken in Jotun. And in return the Giantborn pulls out his Khazad-made throwing hammer and hands it over. Standing at a little over half the other's height, in Duncan's hands it seems much like a normal warhammer. Both parties seem happy at the trade.

-End-

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