Recent content by Torin Gemheart

Perhaps they faced the same hallway together. However, Torin Gemheart was a dwarf since versed to the various machinations of this universe that differed to his abilities. There were some under his hall who were particularly enchanted with magic. Him? Not so much. His present companion? She was...

Swords or axes, Torin roared for, as much as magic. He had weapons more in the form of the former. The latter, however, appeared to be limited in caliber to just one other adventurer. Imbeciles, the sorceress called the others in her presence and present predicament. Simpletons, more or less...

Torin was not the kind of guy or dwarf who liked it when anybody died, even his enemies. However, he could not help but curse under his breath at the blunder of this other person. If only they had taken his advice then, not only might they be alive, but perhaps these ancient traps would not be...

The gateway and archway were as impressive as the fingers in their own right. Sure, weather had created cracks in the surfaces, but the mighty hand and the entrance remained standing under the test of time, even a biting wind. Inside? It was different, which was an understatement. Torchlight...

Torin kept his gaze forward toward the gate. Before him, an amalgamation of explorers and warriors, all of them adventurers and treasure hunters, stretched from end to end of this treacherous bridge. Swordsmen were in their midst, human and elf and orc, or even dwarf like him. Others were...

Wind danced in the mountain pass, surrounded by jagged rock at the flanks. Difficult to scale unless one had wings to fly between, but some might consider that cheating. Sunlight glowed in the sky above the throat of the valley, and further beneath was the mountain’s ground, on which any...

Goblins. The dwarf despised goblins. He had yet to meet a single one that he did not want to stomp into the dirt. However, surely the mischief inherent in a celebration like this was just exaggerated? Certainly everybody was more interested in having a good drink and a feast without having to...

It was fortunate for Maelyne by her own admission that she wasn’t a fighter. That’s what she hired Torin for, after all. He might not stand taller than others but he stood tall, ready to face danger, brave any adventure, and swing his axe into a creature which would hack as much as hammer, and...

Unfazed by his employer’s rejection of his offer to take a sip from his wineskin, Torin shrugged and took another sip. More for this dwarf anyway. Granted, wine wasn’t a liquor to begin with; it, like beer, was fermented and was alcohol but was not distilled. It was different. Trust a dwarf to...

One pouch removed from table. Other pouch put down. Torin was drinking but wasn’t drunk by any means so was able to tell that something was amiss somehow. However, after checking the second pouch to see that money was within it, he was neither settled nor impressed. He simply accepted the merit...

The dwarf, of course, knew no one in his presence. Yet he respected intelligence when he encountered it either at the table or in the field as far as able. The man who had planted his hand on this drunken idiot’s shoulder was not so belligerent. He was, however, careful, ready to subdue his...

Presently distracted by the band and their instruments, with no song to get lost in with lyrics, Torin wouldn’t put it past them. Not every piece of music needed someone to sing. There were already dancers just enjoying the beat as he enjoyed his meat and mead—in a manner of speaking. Just...

The Careful Barrel was as much of a tavern as any owner could muster. An establishment positioned in the thick of it within the city streets, there was a sign hanging outside which depicted a barrel and that was it. Inside was a different story. There was a roaring fire, malt beer, meat ripe off...

Generally speaking, when one heard danger the correct course of action tended to be to run in the opposite direction. Do not go toward it. Do not advance. Go back. Particularly when said noise was a bit distorted. It was a shriek that sounded like the angriest banshee one unfortunate soul might...

It was undoubtedly tricky trying to track their quarry on this mountain and toward that forest. Give Torin some tunnels and halls within a dwarven stronghold and he might find any lost soul. A torch to light the dark. He thought along their march. Where rain may not put out the flame. It was...