Kotin's Notes

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Brutish

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9th day of Olaesta   

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Brutish whispers, "That's some purty armor you got."

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You turn to face Brutish.

You bow to Brutish.

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Name: Lord Brutish Miyoto Faendryl
Profession: Warrior
Title: Master Blacksmith
Race: Dark Elf   Gender: Male
He is very tall.  He appears to be young and sprightly.
He has piercing black eyes and golden brown skin.
He has waist length, thick deep red hair worn in a single braid.
He has an angular face, a small nose and a broad chest.

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Quote: "The scribbled paper reads, "Brutish is coming, hide your kobolds!""

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Brutish quietly says, "Mine's ugly."

Brutish taps some old vultite half plate that he is wearing.

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You quietly whisper to Brutish, "Full plate."

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Brutish whispers, "I recognize it from a long time ago."

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You quietly whisper to Brutish, "Thank you for the compliment."

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Brutish whispers, "Wasn't many sets of field plate out there."

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You quietly whisper to Brutish, "Really?  tell me about it."

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Brutish whispers, "I can't really remember, we're talkin' a decade ago, but I think Ardwen was sellin' it, so it had to be super fancy."

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Your voice carries itself to Brutish, "Wow."

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You quietly whisper to Brutish, "Thank you for that bit of history."

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Brutish whispers, "Wish I could tell you more, have you had it assessed?"

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You look at Brutish and shake your head.

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Brutish adopts an agreeable expression.

 

You quietly whisper to Brutish, "I'm not close to trained for this, but I dont' mind."

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Brutish whispers, "I have i think a few sets of armor in the locker now."

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Brutish whispers, "How many times have you trained in armor use?"
You rub your chin thoughtfully.

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You quietly whisper to Brutish, "56."

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Brutish whispers, "You need to get into some chain."

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Brutish whispers, "You'll find hunting much much easier."

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You look at Brutish and shake your head.

Brutish whispers, "Metal breastplate is 80 ranks of armor."
You quietly whisper to Brutish, "I rage across the field."

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Brutish whispers, "I get that, but you won't be able to maneuver very well, it will become much easier in chain."

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You quietly whisper to Brutish, "Don't need to manuever if the enemy is dead."

You tap a sharpened steel claidhmore in a plain eel skin harness.

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Brutish whispers, "How many trainings are ye?"

You quietly whisper to Brutish, "26."

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Brutish whispers, "You're not tripling in armor?"

You quietly whisper to Brutish, "Been hunting manticores and thunder giants since 22."

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Brutish nods to you.

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You quietly whisper to Brutish, "Tripling pt."

You quietly whisper to Brutish, "Pt helps in maneuvers."

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You quietly whisper to Brutish, "What training are you?"

Brutish whispers, "40."

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You smile.

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Brutish whispers, "You're trained for Chain mail with yer armor skills.  I'm 100% certain your defensive abilities will go up drastically if you drop to a set of chain mail for now, and move to metal breastplate at 80 ranks of armor training."

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You nod.

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