Quest 1: A Wild Dwarf Appears! [Dictated/Action][Open to all - let me know if I messed up!!]

[fuckelves]

[Where is he? Why is there a book in his hand?]

...from the make of this place, I'd say this is Elf sorcery...

[To appease his curiosity, Thorin opens the book and finds not only his name, but the words he spoke not seconds ago written inside.]

...definitely Elf devilry.

[He tilts a brow and observes his surroundings - seems to be a lobby of some sort. Dwarves don't typically live in castles, so he knows this is not the work of his kind - and his kind would never demand the sacrifice that this castle did.]

Where in Mahal's beard am I?

Comments

[dog_eat_dog]

Throwing out your dragon-fighting cred doesn't sound peaceful of mind to me.

[fuckelves]

Merely pointing out that I am no ordinary combatant, should anyone or anything in the castle be foolish enough to anger me.

[dog_eat_dog]

Is calling you a "nerd" an anger-worthy comment?

[fuckelves]

....I dislike the word, but if you think you've seen me 'angry' then you are sorely mistaken.

[dog_eat_dog]

I don't give a shit about your combat skills, then.

[fuckelves]

You will when you find yourself in need of my assistance.

[...way to make friends Thorin.]

[He's not arrogant or anything of the sort...nope, not at all.]

[dog_eat_dog]

Yeah? You gonna save me from dragons, dwarf?

[fuckelves]

Dragons, Orcs and whatever else this wicked place can conjure.

That is, if I see fit to call you 'comrade' and not 'adversary.'

Though I suspect you need no protection that you could not provide yourself.

[It's just the vibe he's getting. And believe it or not he actually means this as a compliment!]

[dog_eat_dog]

I'm basically the queen of the black market. I don't need protection.

But I'm also just fucking with you. If you're a dwarf who hates elves and fights dragons, well, all the more power to you. I just don't want to smoke whatever you're smoking.

[fuckelves]

[Who wouldn't want to smoke Greenwood Weed? Fili and Kili proclaim it to be the best in all of Middle Earth!]

[...but as he thinks this, he considers that she's probably just using a turn of phrase.]

So long as you mean no physical harm, I suppose I can consider you an ally. What do you call yourself?

[dog_eat_dog]

Tess.

[fuckelves]

Good to know you.

I am Thorin Oakenshield.

[He refrains from the longer version: "son of Thrain, son of Thror, King Under the Mountain"...somehow he thinks she'll find more amusement than awe in it.]

[dog_eat_dog]

[She can't get over these ridiculous names.]

Nice to meet you, Thorin.

[fuckelves]

Likewise.

[Though he could do without the attitude. Then again, he does admire it, to a degree.]

[dog_eat_dog]

[A vaguely amused noise, and then a pause.]

You're in Paradisa, by the way.

[fuckelves]

So I've heard. I must say that for the moment I do not mind the castle...but I do not trust it.

[Smart move, Thorin.]

[dog_eat_dog]

I wouldn't trust any place I just "appeared" in.

[fuckelves]

An excellent point.

[He hates to admit.]

[dog_eat_dog]

At least it doesn't appear to be particularly hostile.

[fuckelves]

The castle? Aye, I quite agree.

[He half expected the castle to grow sharp teeth and try to eat him.]

Still, from what I understand, wicked things seem drawn to it.

[dog_eat_dog]

If they are, I haven't heard of it.

[fuckelves]

I confess I've not heard details. But from what I gather, strange beasts have attacked castle inhabitants?

[He has selective hearing, so he could very well be mistaken.]

[dog_eat_dog]

[What the fuck.]

Haven't heard about that, but I'd like to know as soon as possible.

[fuckelves]

[Thorin shrugs. Perhaps he heard wrong?]

I may be misinformed. I assumed you would know more about this than I.

[dog_eat_dog]

No. I haven't been here long.