*notices placed in all surface cities*

Oi. Ah'm fer needin a teachin sorta fella er lass that'll be teachin meh difrunt songs. Ah 'eard there were others ou' there, asides tha ones ah learnt, an ah wanna learn 'em.

Ye cin find meh in Cordor, generally causin a ruckus, or jes ask Speedeh ter come ge' meh.

Any'un willin ter teach a curious dwarf sum singin would be mos' appreshiated.

-Kilinus Stormbeard

*the Stormbeard crest is left at the bottom of each notice, along with Kilinus' signature*

// Aka, I would like an IC teacher to learn the DM given songs, if anyone's up for the rp. Thanks!

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*A number of these poster end up vandalised, with the word "Storm" from Strombeard replaced by "Poof" to say "Poofbeard", and the Stormbeard crest made to look like a shivereled phallus.*

*People may have heard a hoarse laughter and the flash of black skin as someone fled the seen after vandalising the posters*

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I keels u with my axe!

"Do ye know where the Holy-Flamin' Frost-brand Gronk-slayin' Vorpal Hammer o' woundin' an' returnin' an' Shootin'-Lightnin'-out-yer-bum is?"

*Kili can be seen replacing his posters, grumbling obscenities that inevitably become too foul for the common language, thus switching to Dwarven.*

"Feckin...gunna whoop sumbudy's arse..."

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Elf woman happens to notice the note.

"Songs! This is most intresting, perhaps I could join this dwarf's lessons..
need to find him.. or send a message!"

A note is left under the dwarfs.
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Good sire Stormbeard

I am no master, but perhaps together our creativity would blossom like
flowers at Spring! If you allow, perhaps, I could join you good dwarf.

Febriana Jr'end

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http://www.d20srd.org/indexes/spells.htm

*note tacked on below*

Righ'.
Firstly, dun ye be fer callin' a proper Stormbeard "sire." Bloomin' queer.

Secondly, ain't -nothin'- gonna be "blossomin' like the flowers o' spring" ye sunfried, ninnyfaced, munchin-yer-sister's-arse, candypants nancy!

Regards an' the like,
Lolinus Stormbeard

Oi! Ye stay outta mah bizniss! Mebbe ah'm fer lahkin tha stinkin flowers ye e'er think o' tha'?

...Ah dun', bu' ye ne'er know!

Now...lahke me nosy brudder says, yer a nancy.

Bu' ah'll work wit' ye if'n ye keep tha bloomin springy crap ter yerself. An ye cin sing a proper drinkin song. A PROPER 'un! No dancin elves drinkin wine kissin each other's weenuses!

Ah'm talkin a drinkin jig that'll make ye dwerf enough ter grow 'air on yer eyeballs!

...Moradin 'elp ye if ye sing me sum kinda fairy dancin makin ou' wit yer sister's weenus drinkin song. ...Moradin 'elp ye.

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