Duergar Mercenary

A Duergar Mercenary seemed to have wandered his way I to the campsite. He wields a Halberd, which he seems exceptionally skilled at, as well as a Warhammer and Towershield.

It's obvious he's not used to Drow customs, but he does bow politely and use the correct title for each female he comes across.

For the most part he keeps to himself.

The Duergar begins to make his services available to anyone who'll hire him.

"Ah'll take what I can get fer now, but ah won't disappoint. Ah'm good at trainin' new soldiers fer battle, or sneaking around t' scout fer surfacers. Just hire Ol' Thor Bloodbeard!"

He stands and looks about the camp. The butt of his halberd is planted firmly in the ground and he leans on it just a bit, trying to look professional.

...and eat pieces of roasted sacrifices from the altar of Lolth...

Thanks for the fun yesterday

The Duergar can now be seen frequenting the campfire. He has an assortment of vials, beakers and iron clamps to hold these glass instruments over the fire. Neatly organized atop a burlap rag on the ground next to him are various herbs and other nicknacks. The smell isn't unpleasant by any means, though he does do interesting things with these chemicals.

He reaches to his belt and grabs the first vial. With a grin he mumbles to himself the names of the ingredients he adds to his mortar and pestle. He grinds the ingredients carefully and dumps the remainder into the vial, which he promptly heats. From his pack he removes a knife and adds a drop of his own blood. After the potion is done brewing, he tests out the mixture on his Halberd, gently rubbing the oil on as if giving a sensual massage... He's clearly very close to his polearm. He then strikes the Halberd along the stone floor and the oil bursts into flames

The next vial, he adds some slightly different ingredients then before. The Duergar carefully heats up the mixture, then adds a drop of water. He allows the mixture to boil before, once more, announcing his Halberd with the oil. He purses his lips and gently blows along the surface of the steel. Slowly, but surely, the oil begins to freeze, and with the swing of his Halberd, the visible, cold mist from his icy Halberd is seen.

After a few hours, he returns to the campfire for one last expirement, one he had been working on for a while if anyone were to Inquire. This brew had a significant lack of ingredients, only needing a couple crushed herbs. This time, however, he takes out his knife and makes a deep laceration along his palm, allowing a significant amount if blood into the vial. A vile grin is seen on the visage of the Duergar as he rubs this dark, thick, reddish oil along the steel if his instrument of war. He calls forth one of the many useless, goblin slaves. After giving the saleswoman a bow and the sum of his gold, he quickly strikes the goblin down with his polearm. Close inspection would reveal a slight reddish glow from the oil the Duergar had carefully applied to his steel. The short figure withdraws his injured hand from the shaft of the weapon and exposes.... A fully healed palm.

The Duergar is now seen wearing the Red colours of House Dabel'kith. Furthermore, he seems to be frequenting the crafting tents, his latest visit yielded a rather fancy Darksteel Halberd. Seems this Duergar has found the work he was seeking.

Barra watches the crafting station with a pensive smile. Then, vanishes into the shadows without a trace. If anyone had seen him, they would probably have said he looked rather fond of the duergar warrior, almost nodding approvingly...

Cassandra is, at times, seen joining the Duergar in the crafting tent to inspire his talent.

/// congrats man, awesome

///looks good indeed! and..usefull

( OOh nais > )

The Duergar is now seen in the crafting tents at the sharpening stone. He expertly uses the pedal at the stone to refine a sharper, razor-like edge to his Halberd. With a cruel grin, he runs his thumb ever-so-gently along the razor edge. He is pleased with his new results.