Stubbie the Powrie.

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This is sort of a place holder as I work to type out more stories.

This is how I summarize the Powrie or Bloody-Cap Dwarves :

Even though I focus much less on the partying and drinking at events, this music video pretty accurately describes them. Less under-ground and more sea-faring pirating, looting, raping and pillaging....but fairly accurate.

[stubbie]

Powries, also known as Bloody-Cap dwarves, are the only race of dwarves in R.A. Salvatore's world of Corona, portrayed in the Demonwars series.

Prominent feature of Powries are their "bloody cap", beret styled head gear they dip into the blood of their slain adversaries. Magically enchanted, the more blood that is acquired in this manner, the deeper red the beret becomes.

Originally a lawful evil character base, I've switched it down to Chaotic-Neutral. Usually portrayed in the novels as using (what translates as) either a minimum red war axe, single blue axe, or a spear. All Powries carry a (translates to a minimum blue/green) semi-serrated long knife for the opening of easier to access blood letting wounds.

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(*OOC: A post taken from Mittelmarch boards from last year, prior to....Fight Back! I was RP'ing helping someone in MM run his tavern in his absence)

"'Ello an g'evenin to one an' all. We thank ye kindly for yer business an' hope things are pickin' up for ever'one. T'nite Ah would like ta share a story or two with ye. Ever'one intarested, jus scootch yer stool closa, grab a spare drink an listen up.

'Ah hear stories 'bout demons livin' among us here in Mittelmarch an' how a few of'em are actually out-standin' members o' society. Now 'Ah been hearin' tales o'how demons are behind what's happenin wid' thes undead attacks we're all hearin' bout..."

He sits and repeats several tales he'd heard about town of the undead attacks and embellishes a few, keeping the audience involved. When he was needed to keep the place running, he'd allow a patron to take the stool and continue the tales. Always, though, he kept the tone high strung and occasionally pushing the impression that a demon was somehow involved.

After the place really filled with patrons and they were settled into stools and drinks alike, Jherdar took back to the stage.

"Gentlemen and Ladies, Ah got a special story ta tell. Lemme tell ya 'bout back home, wher' I was before da mist went an' found meh. We Bloody-Caps live on a group of islands out in the Miarnnic Ocean. We'd plunda and pillage da coasts 'fore our Weathered Isles had nothin ta eat of their own! Ever' so often we'd go ashore an' we'd hear tale of a Demon Dactyle...wuz dat? Why dun interupt meh! . anyway, dem's a winged demon creatura. Taller'en any man an' four times as strong an' could wield magic sronger'en any elven wizard. Anyway, ever' half century of so, we'd be out an' hear the call o' da awakened Dactyle. Dey'd call fer a retrobution agains' all the "good" races. Those bein' humans an elves. Wanted all of'em killed dead. They'd raise armies against da other race's. Us Bloody-Caps would be da brains, stikin Goblins woul' make good fodder, even Giants would arrive ta add a large bit'o brawn to da mix."

With near every pair of eyes in the Inn being on him, Jherdar's voice got progressively lower, then suddenly jumped to near a shout as he jumped off his stool and stood

"Dactyles could even raise the dead! If'n not enough goobo's or dwarves arrived ta follow his schem', then they'd jus work der foulest magic an' raise'em up a battalion or two o' skele's ta do their biddin. Now mos' wouldn't be among da undead, we'd turn from da Dactyle and go back home if'en he'd bring'em about whilez we was around...but meh, I found the decomposed smell'd better'en da Goblins! bwauaha."