Ratni Čekić
ponedjeljak, 26.03.2012.
Slayers Doom
Days were long and restless since he left Karak Norn. Life of slayer is lonely life. He fought armies of greenskins, slayed trolls, giants even fought bloodthirster of Khorne and emerged victorious.
Dark mood often overwhelmed him as he recalled glorious dooms avoiding him, as his powerfull runeaxe destroyed even toughest of enemies. Slayer's life is lonely. Though sometimes more are drawn together united by common purpose. Somethin evil stirred in the north, threat of Chaos. Always there at fringes of civilization, slowly gnawing and corrupting innocents, using their own nightmares and wishes to destroy their immortal souls.
They were ten, all powerfull warriors tested in countless battles. They were going to make a difference, they were going to meet glorious Doom! For Karak Norn! And so it was, countless marauders led by small contigent of Chaos knights attacked them in midst of nowhere. They knew where to find them, there was no other explanation. There was nothing to it, Gorgrim squeezed grip of his great axe harder and charged at Exalted champion of chaos leading the knights with warcry as his prayer to Grimnir. Champion fell, his dwarven brethreen cutting down several of knights before they were swarmed by dozens of marauders. They fought well, they died well. Great warriors that slayed giants were killed by mere chaos touched scum.
There were elves Gorgrim saw. And curious bunch they were wild green haired tatooed freak, fur wearing nobleman from Ulthuan and there was also one of Loren guards wearing their concealment cloak. Following them was filthy manling. Pointy ears hesitated when they saw what the dwarves were up against. They fired couple of bolts but that was all.
He didn't hate them for it, he'd run himself if he wasn't a slayer and sought glorious doom. He didn't hate them even though they were pointy eared, beard cutting cowards. Then elves charged rear of the knights, he smirked in his beard as he drank magical potion that would allow him to keep fighting to the end.
Knights fell, Marauders were slaughtered. He could still hear elves screaming with their high pitched musical voices as they chased down fleeing marauders. He was alone his brethren slayed, they redeemed themselves... he was alone. Not for long he hefted his axe, as he prepared to meet charge of marauder regiment that just stumbled upon clearing.
This was his doom. He thought as he cleaved through marauders.
Then he felt his pain pierce his skull as club descended and his world descended into darkness.
subota, 24.03.2012.
Blades of Loec
Bijase to vec 10 noc za redom. Kaos nije jenjavao. Moja kithband braca i ja smo vec pocinjali osjecati posljedice umora od bitke i svih valova kaosa koji je nadirao na nas i nasu vilenjacku bracu. Svih 10 dana i noci vise sam primjenjivao taktiku svoje kithband brace nego moje umijece plesa sa macevima. Jednostavno je bilo previse kaosa da bi ga se sasjeklo samo tako. Gerilska taktika udarca i povlacenja je bila nasa jedina sansa, a uz gustu šumu koja je bila na nasoj strani taktika se pokazala nadasve uspjesna. i Iako sam koristio luk uvjike sam jednim krajickom oka pazio na bracu i u svakom trenutku bio spreman odbaciti moj vjerni luk i isukati maceve i sasjeci neprijatelja koji se ohrabri pribliziti previse mojoj braci. Ali nazalost dani su uzimali svoj danak i nasa snaga je bila na izmaku. 11. Dan kaos nas je uhvatio nespremne. Zlo bice iz dubine kaosa doslo je do nas. Bilo je nezaustavljivo...nase strijele nisu mu mogle nista, te kad sam uvidio da ce se pribliziti mojoj braci shvatio sam da je vrijeme za ples. Ples smrti. Povikao sam braci da pobjegnu, da cu ga ja zadrzati dok se oni spase. Ipak je to bila moja zakletva...Stao sam pred njega, knedla u mojem grlu, mačevi cvrsto stegnuti u mojim rukama. Krenuo sam...Nakon par brzih poteza i varki brzo sam uvidio koliko je moj pokusaj da ubijem ili zadrzim ovo cudoviste bio lud potez. Svi moji napadi nisu niti najmanju udubinu napravili protiv mog neprijatelja. Shvatio sam da necu moci macevima izdrzati dovoljno dugo pa sam se odlucio za potez ocajnika. Sa Loecom u mom umu izveo sam jednu od najtezih finti koje znam bacio maceve prema njemu, moment iznenadenja je bio moj. Krenuo sam bjezati u suprotnom smjeru od moje brace kako bih barem odvukao tu gadost i ispljuvak kaosa dalje od njih. Trceci kroz sumu jedino sto mi je palo na pamet bila je kratka molitva Loecu i da me izbavi iz ove nesrece. Nakon otprilike pola kilometra, zvijer me pocela sustizati, ali i Loec je odlucio uslisati moj vapaj i pomoci mi u trenutku slabosti i kusnje. Naletio asm na mali proplanak i tamo u sredini ugledah kamen,mozda kristal tesko je reci u tih par sekundi. u kkristalu kao da su bozanskom moci umetnuti bili 2 maca, 2 savrsena maca. jedan je isijavao lagano plavim sjajem, dok je drugi izgarao jarko crveno. Pomislih Loec ih je ostavio tu za mene. Nazalost cijeli su bili u kristalu osim malog komadica drske, jedva 3 centimetra, koji je strsao van. Iza sebe cuo sam brzo priblizavanje zvijer, vrijeme je bilo kratko. Pogledao sam imali li kamena u blizini i nadoh jedan mali, ali nazubljeni. Probao sam osloboditi drsku malo vise iz kristala, ali bilo je uzalud. Zvijer se priblizavala, moj strah je rasao... Udarao sam kao manijak dok napokon slucajno nisam dotaknuo drsku maca i shvatio da mac kao da nije cvrsto usaden u kristal. Primio sam prstima drsku i na moje iznenadenje mac se micao kao da je kristal od vode. Tada sam shvatio da samo odabrani moze izvuci taj mac, i shvatio sam to u zadnji cas. Zvijer je bila iza mojih leda, napadala svojim macem kada sam izvukao mac i u posljednji tren blokirao. Ono što je uslijedilo nisam mogao sanjati ni u najdivljim snovima. Mač se zapalio crvenim plamenom i sjajem, osjetio sam moc kako ulazi u mene i cini me jacim no sto sam se ikad osjecao. Sljedeci udarac je bio toliko silovit da je odbacio zvijer unatrag. Nakon toga ples smrti je krenuo, a zvijer je pala u jednom preciznom i silovitom udarcu. Odrezao sam joj glavu kao trofej i kreno prema kristalu. Kada sam dotaknuo povrsinu kristala, moja ruka je propala kao da je mac u desnoj ruci zudio za svojim bratom i omogucio mi da se spoje u jedno. Izvukao sam mac i osjetio moc Loeca. Loec mi se obratio i rekoa mi svoja ocekaivanj. Podario mi je 2 maca, 1 kako bih se rijesio kaosa, a drugi nemrtvih. Rekao mi je da sam ja njegov šampion i da je na meni da cinim njegovu volju. Sa osmjehom na licu prihvatio sam punim srcem tu cast i pomolio se Loecu u zahvalu. Spremio sam maceve, pokupio 'trofej' i krenuo prema braci, da ih zastitim, da cinim Loecovu volju...
četvrtak, 22.03.2012.
Caelasthil's Doom
As he acquired his blades, Calasthil and his kin continued their journey through far north. There was smell of spoiled milk and rotten meat in the air, the stench of Chaos. Red bladed sword become hot in it's scabbard it's gemstone shining angrily as if it could feel wrongness in the air.
Elves had a moment to react before large beasts were among them cleaving and goring frail elvish bodies. Elves might be obliterated if they were mere mortals, though they were Asrai, blessed ones every one of them. And they were blessed by Loec, god Trickster. They weren't easy prey. As beasts tumbled among them, dance began. Like opne elves jumped and tumbled in different directions leting their blades sing through the air. Despite their prowess beasts were to many and soon blessed blood of Asrai stained forest floor mixing with poluted blood of beastkin.
Only one warrior of Asrai still stood, blades of Loec grasped firmly in his hands. It was Caelasthil, chosen of Loec as he liked to think of himself. His right arm gripping sword with shining red blade, while his left held cold silvery blade. No beast could stand in his way as he cleaved through their flesh, bone and armour as if it was nothing more than thin sheet of paper. Despite their numbers they found themself in dire straits, and remains of moments ago large herd of gors ran as fast as they could. Stricken by grief young Caelasthil pursued them for an hour slaying couple of them before rest arrived to the outskirts of large beastman camp. Curious sight as beastman usually didn't raise structures as tents. It was camp of chaos army that spread as far as eyes could see. Elf ducked to cover stricken by sight in front of him and as soon as he was certain noone was watching he retraced his steps south where he took care of bodies of fallen, burying them with their weapons taking only water and food for a week because he would have to travel light and fast if he was to outrun chaos army.
As he uttered silent prayer to Loec for the souls of his kin he belted his blades and continued his journey south. Second night of trip he stumbled upon several elves accompanied by a human and decided to warn them of danger. There will be no going north, south was only option.
Ovo je susret Caelasthila i ostalih likova... Caelasthilova priča, tj dio priče koji će još biti objavljen direktno prethodi ovoj priči...nisam obraćao pažnju na greške tako da ukoliko ih ima ispričavam se...
subota, 17.03.2012.
Caelasthil side story
Dubina šume Athel Loren...U mlađim danima moja družina kithband warriora išla je čitavom šumom, svaki kutak smo istraživali i pokušavali postati najvrsniji poznavatelji šume. Međutim šuma nije uvijek bila naklonjena vilenjacima kao što je to danas. Mnogo puta smo se vrtili u krugovima i završavali na drugim krajevima šume bez da smo uopce primjetili...Doista je čudesna ta šuma...Prošlo je mnogo desetljeća prioje nego nam je šuma počela vjerovati i počela nam otvarati nove i tajne puteve. Tako smo jednom zgodom nakon lutanja šumom danima naišli na proplanak. Mora ad smo tisuću puta prošli tim dijelom šume, ali sve do onda taj proplanak nije postojao. Bila je to prekrasna livada sa jezercem i malim izvorom iz kamena. Kad smo se pripližili uvidjeli smo da nas je šuma povala ovamo sa razlogom. Usred tog proplanka bila je jedna drijada koja je poludjela iz nekog razloga, kao da je otrovana kaosom. Napala nas je čim nas je ugledala. Na naše čudenje naše strijele je nisu mogle ni okrznuti niti se zabiti u nju. Bili smo prisiljeni se povuci i pregrupirati. Tada dok smo raspravljali o strategiji mi se po prvi puta u životu dogodilo nešto čudesno. Sama šuma Athel Loren mi se obratila. Objasnila mi je da je to prastara drijada veoma mocna i da ju je chaos soccerer van šume začarao i sada širi kaos kroz šumu. Odmah smo krenuli van šume, a šuma kao da nam stvarala put prema njemu. Nakon par dana puta naišli smo na njega i imali smo kakav prizor za vidjeti. 50 undeadova je stajalo oko svog gospodara dok je on provodio nekakve čuden eksperimente na truplima. Prokleo sam sreću jer imali smo samo jednu bočicu svete vode, jedva dovoljno za trojicu i njihove tobolce. Tada sam se zakleo da jednog dana moram naci neko oruzje koje je posveceno protiv undeadova kako bih zaustavio tu pošast kaosa. Prišuljali smo se i trojica su se koncentrirala na socerera dok smo mi ostali pazili da se undead squadron ne bi previse približio. Sreća ili bog je bio s nama jer smo uspjeli par strijela zabiti u soccerrera prije nego li je uopce primjetio da smo tu. Ostatak je bio lagan...Vratili smo se u šumu i otkrili da je drijada izlijecena, a šuma zauvijek u našem dugu. Od tog dana više se nijedan put nisam izgubio, šuma mi ništa više nije skrivala i po prvi puta sam shvatio kako zapravo izgleda šuma Athel Lorena...
ponedjeljak, 12.03.2012.
Sretan rođendan Vampire Hunteru
Povodom rođendana jednog od igrača svi dobiju 50 xp-a extra XD
nedjelja, 11.03.2012.
Ferlangen pt3 - End? - kraj 1 sessiona
Sun was high so noone expected such a violent outburst from the forest. Doors were conquered before soldiers garnisoned there even knew what was happening. Ferlangen was betrayed by young Franz who sold his comrades for a skirt.
Four hundred foul, smelly beastman poured through breach in defences and washed away last remains of resistance in manner of hours. Even powerfull knights were swept away by sheer mass of oncoming horde.
By nightfall barons and counts castles were only buildings still standing, and so they became islands under siege.
Our heroes, two elves and scoundrel fresh from the brig ran from the town just barely escaping clutches of merciless beasts.
XP: 150 Svakoj osobi prisutnoj na sessionu; 50 bolesniku koji nije prisustvovao.
Nagrada za post:
15 - 20 xp-a po kartici tj 1800 znakova sa prazninama (ovisno o kvaliteti)
2-5 xp-a za sliku (kvaliteta i prikladnost, dopuštena samo jedna po opisu sessiona)
10-20 xp-a za ilustracijuj sessiona. Prikladnost, atmosferičnost, i kompleksnost određuju količinu xp--a. Osoba koja crta nemora obavezno biti osoba koja objavljuje. (samo jedna slika po postu, odabrati ilustracijuj ili random sliku)
Što se očekuje:
Očekuje se pregled događaja sa sessiona iz perspektive lika (svejedno je dali je post napisan u 1. ili 3. licu.)
utorak, 06.03.2012.
Upozorenje Igračima!
Kao što rekoh obavezno je donijeti napravljenog lika na session. Oni koji to ne učine dobit će 50% xp-a XD
Prazna mogu biti polja za Karakteristike jer će se to rolati na sessionu, ali advanceovi moraju biti označeni, trapinzi i skilovi napisani... encumberance izračunat... da ne gubimo vrijeme na sessionu...
battle of middenheim gates pt 2
nebom se crna sjena prošetala. Gigantski gospodar kaosa na crnom zmaju se spuštao kroz zrak. Obrušio se na orlove. Na tlu su zmajski ogrovi jurišali u boj. Perifernim vidom sam uhvatio kako hrabrog bretonijskog viteza na pegazu i njegov pad od strane gospodara kaosa. Vitez bijaše sasječen sa četiri reza brza iznad svih granica smrtničkih ili božanskih. Trenutak kasnije je car Karl Franz na leđima svog Ljubljenog Deathclawa se zaletio i svojim moćnim čekićem udario po zmajevom vratu. Kako je zmaj padao tako je ispustio vatrenu kuglu prema ljudskom caru , oboje bi bili spaljeni da nije bilo brze reakcije od strane gospodara Ilthara koji se na svojem orlu zabio u Griffina i pomaknuo ga sa putanje vatrene kugle.
Na tlu su Elendilovi stražari u falangi borili protiv zmajskih ogrova nakon što su ih nekoliko srušili sa strijelama. Ogrovi su divljali i ubijali vilenjake na desetke sve dok mrtav zmaj nije pao sa nebesa na njih i ubio ih nekoliko sto je bilo dovoljno za Elendilove vojnike da iskoriste svoja duga koplja za krvave poslove. Odjednom primorani nemilim događajim Ogrovi su se bacili u bijeg te je panika zahvatili borbene linije kaosa. Nakon borbe sam otišao do Elendilovog šatora prijaviti gubitke u svojoj jedinici ali ga nisam tamo našao.
U nekom trenu je vjerojatno sa padom zmaja pao i njegov jahač ali se nekako dočekao na noge te je u kratkom duelu sa Elendilom ga uspio usmrtiti no prije konačnog časa je Elendil uspio vratiti uslugu i sa jednim dobrim rezom odrubio glavu Nedorgu Bjesnom(gospodarau kaosa
Šaljem ovo pismo njegovoj supruzi i ljubavi Luiem u nadi da će shvatiti njegovu žrtvu te da će se sresti u dvorima Asuryanovim….
Astellian , white lion of Chrace
ponedjeljak, 05.03.2012.
Sorin Markov, Elven Vampire hunter
It was another cold night in Roezfels, just like the one before it. I could not tell was it the stench of death or the smell of locals that filled the air, if one could call this toxin that we breathe here air, a mixture of smells that one could only describe as waking up in a barn next to a corpse of a dead whore that has been gutted two months ago. My bonds have compelled me back to Roezfels and it is clear that this place is just as I left it. How should I describe it in a way that you will understand? Imagine two brothers, sons of a local farmer, one hardworking and honest, the other one a deformed big farmer who often takes his job with him to his bed. Imagine a body so deformed and a mind so twisted, a mind where moral holds no value, where sleeping with pigs and trying to gut a sibling while he is sleeping is perfectly reasonable. Now imagine that the deformed brother had failed in his task and his body was thrown near the local riverbank. After some time, a smell of a fresh corpse is keen on attracting wild animals to feast upon it. Once they are done, all that remains are maggots chewing on those parts that even animals do not want to touch. Maggots slowly eating away a deformed rotten corpse, and eating one another in the process. This is my perfect description of Roezfels, a rotten corpse slowly being eaten away by maggots, a dying whore in a pig barn crying for someone to help her, but her cries fall on deft ears...but not mine.
For the sake of all that I hold holy, Maria, why out of all places in the world did you have to come here? I still remember that night when we fled from our home and our bastard father, a drunken loser who could not keep his cock in his pants nor keep his fists away from our mother, bless her soul. We where only twenty then, ten in human years, children, remember? We were only twenty when that bastard came home from a tavern brawl, drunk as usual, and beaten our mother to death while she screamed for help. You know, you are the only one that understands, Maria, that I would have given anything to help her that night, but I had to put you first and hide you away from that monster we once called father, as further away as possible, so that you would not suffer the same fate as our beloved mother. I came back that night, after getting you to safety. I never told you that, but I did come back and I made that bastard pay. Even when he cried like a little baby after I broke his knees and fingers with a hammer, I had shown no remorse, no regret...no mercy.
The local authorities figured out what happened pretty soon and we were forced to flee. In the end, we were two desperate kids who had turned to a life of crime to survive, stealing from local merchants and living in forests like outlaws. I never wished this kind of life for you, my sister, and to tell you the truth that is why I decided to turn things around and become a bounty hunter. No longer were we the guilty ones running away from law and hiding in fear. No, this time we were the hunters, you and I, the best bounty hunter team I had ever seen. We lived a dream...a dream that soon ended.
They set us up, those outlaw bastards, and soon you have been taken away from me, far away to prison. That was the fate that we both shared, and for years I have dreamt of a day when we will be untied again. That day was today. I have to give it to the local sheriff for paying my fine and letting me know of your location. I should have guessed that you would find a way to escape, you were always like that, sneaky little thing. So I came back to Roezfels, our home, to seek you out once again. I could not imagine how brief our meeting would be. When I saw you I felt alive again. My little sister was returned to me safe and I swore that I would never let anything happen to you again. I failed.
I can't help but blame myself for not acting quick enough. After all, how could I have imagined that this was all a set up, a scheme by that damn sheriff, now without a doubt an ally of the outlaws that we had once hunted. They came without warning, teeth biting and swords swinging. Vampires.
I could not protect you. I have tried, but their leader was just too strong, and soon I have found myself on my knees, screaming your name and helplessly watching that bastard suck you dry. I don't know was it pure rage on strength of will that brought me back to my feet. The bastard was shocked and he sent his minions at me. I fought them with all my might, one by one they fell, but their vampire leader had fled before I could catch him. I never learned his name, but I swear little sister, I will follow him to Chaos.
I had buried your body next to our mother's grave. I thought that you might like that, because I know that she would. I often thing of her from time to time. She was a kind woman, one that would never harm a fly, unlike her children. Sometimes I think that we had disappointed her when we became bounty hunters. I find more in common with our bastard father than with our mother, but unlike me, you two had far more in common. I had also visited the place where I buried our father. When we were kids we had feared him, he was a big brute, a giant in our eyes, a torturer that just won't go away. Now, staring at his grave, all I see is a dead drunken bully who had enjoyed beating up his wife and kids. I had tried to search my heart for forgiveness, to just let it all go, but I could not. If it weren't for him our mother would still be alive and we would have never fled. If it weren't for him, you would still be alive. But then again, if it weren't for him, that bloodsucker would feed on someone else's family. It was there and then when I realized the truth. Even if I kill that vampire that killed you, those fanged demons would not stop. Another one would just come along and kill someone else. A never ending circle, one that can only stop when all of them are exterminated. By my hand, or by someone else's, it does not matter. All that matters is that vampire, that one vampire, probably just a minion serving a vampire of a higher rank, and he will answer to my sword.
To those of you who read this tale, I have left for Ferlangen, following the only fresh lead I have, that bastard sheriff. I don't ask of you to follow me or to judge me, I wrote this in honor of my little sister, and hopefully it will make you understand the importance of family. If by any chance you, my dear reader, are in any way associated with the vampire who had murdered my sister, then you should be certain that I already know about you being here and that I am coming for you.
Best regards,
Sorin Markov
nedjelja, 04.03.2012.
Posljednji igrač
Primio sam priču od posljednjeg igrača, bit će objavljena kad ju dotjera u oblik sa kojim bude zadovoljan. Dakle igra počinje sljedeću nedjelju.
subota, 03.03.2012.
battle of middenheim gates pt 1
Elendil je bio zadovoljan, vidio sam mu na licu. dva mjeseca nakon sto je došao na kopno starog svijeta kaos je bio napokon poražen barem u duhu ako ne i doslovno . borba na sjevernom vijaduktu je bila teška skora sva njegova vojska izginula no zahvaljujući treningu falange ponosna Asur vojska je stajala i nije uzmicala. pokraj njih je stajala jedinica iz Saphry koju je vodio mag wahlendon koji je najgore od kaosovskih magija dispelao i odnio ih u prazninu iz koje su nastali. zajdno su ova dvije jedine držale sjeverni vijadukt u zadnjim danima borbi kada su svi ljudi bili preumorni da bi bili budni a kamoli borili se.
General Elendil je stalno u trenucima odmora razmišljao o konačnoj bitci i zadnjem danu opsade. u snovima mu je Asuryan se pokazao i ukazao mu da treba promjeniti taktiku. slijdece dan je Elendil u okruženju svojih orlova u falangi se probio kroz rupu u kaosovskoj vojsci .nakon što su došli do kraja vijadukta naisli su na kadar prokletih druchija , asur ih sve uprzi u svojoj peči .
njih vođa ponosan i lijep sa svojom kosom crnom poput ugljena koja se vijorila na povjetarcu se glasno i zlokobno smijao, znao je da se elendil umara dok on čeka polagano svoj trenutak.u ruci je imao veliku krvničku sjekiru(ružna i izopačena verzija moje lovačke ) Girmorgoth i Elendil su se borili nekoliko trenutaka i sve što je drzalo Elendila na životu su bili njegovi superiorni vilenjački refleksi. u trenutku kada Girmogotothova Oštrica trebala dekapitirati Elendilovu glavu . Bjela zraka se pojavaila od nekuda i srušila GIrmorgotha na pod te mu spalila kožu.Elendil se brzo podigao na noge i potrčao u sigurnost svoje jedinice te je salutirao magu na dobro tempiranom ulazu. mag nakon toga nije pleo nove magije već je samo gledao u daljinu. iz kaosovskih sredina se odjednom čuo velik žamor i zvuk agonije .na nebesima se pojavio ljudski vođa Karl Frantz na svojem vjernom grifinu Deathclawu , njega su pratili stotinjak bretonijskih pegasus knightova a za njima stotinjak velikih orlova sa Annuli planina. Orlovi su bili vođeni ratnicima sa tor Othian, svaki od njih je ima dugi lavovski plašt, među njima je bio moj gospodar princ ilthar,gospodar chrace, tjelesni čuvar gospodaru ratne mornarice Aislinu. potpomognuti magijom spustili su su se sa nebesi napravili darmar u redovima ratnika kaosa....
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petak, 02.03.2012.
Ferlangen pt 3 – Barons Grail
Small but sturdy building is dominated by tall and wide main door through which ogre may pass unhinged, which is funny because there is an ogre in Baron's grail tavern. Ogre's name is GOrk and is somewhat of celebrity among citizens of Ferlangen. Gork and owner of tavern have long lasting friendship, he takes care patrons behave and Clogin Guzzlewir feed him well. For there is nothing ogres respect more, than good cooking and Clogin is good cook even by harsh halfling standards.
Barons grail is known for it's good kitchen, and while nobles and wellstanding citizens prefer to visit Seven Blows of SIgmar as it is sort of sign of prestige to be seen in that tavern, everyone who likes good food will sooner of later visit Clogens tavern.
Despite it's at first sight small dimension there is much more space inside than it seams from outside, for backside oft he tavern is dug into the hill which makes it well protected and provides cool space for depositing groceries.
Clogin Guzzlewir has been in Ferlangen for almost thirty years now, and has prospered as inkeeper. He is around four feet tall and obesse even by halfling standards. His hair is straw blonde and curly. Sharp eyes visitor might notice he always wears shirt of well polished mail underneath his regular halfling clothes.
Gork is Large ogre that travelled to Ferlangen long time ago. He helped build tavern for Clogin with his very hands when they first arrived. He is harsh and takes nobodies shit, luckily for patrons he is also quite dumb and might not recognize cunningly formed insult. At all times he wears thick sheet of metal strapped acros his gut. Whole plate is scratched with groups of lines. Patrons like to speculate it's one scratch for every enemy he'd slain but noone knows for sure and Clogin if he knows isn't telling anyone, he just smirks at questioners and offers him keg of well spiced ale.
