Thoven Battlebeard is one of the Main Characters in Have Spellbook. His dialect is Forest Dwarf with a good bit of ranger thrown in to confuse things, along with a little bit of south Jersey. Some common phrases are listed here.
|"Every man is a blacksmith at the forge of destiny. But what suit of armor will I create? These gnarled hands and arms of sinew are fragile, when baked in the fires of time. Every drop of water is trying to trickle through rock. I am but one of these drops, hoping to have as much impact as I may muster. The fields of gold are mine to reap. It's the bread of life, my friends."||No|
|"Dark, the heavens open, never heeding to the call of the weeping caterpillars. Sacrifices of statuary. The icy green of verdant flowers upon leaves trampled under hooves of the beasts."||The study of the language of mountain dwarves taxes even the heartiest of taxi drivers|
|"The Yin to my Yang."||I hate that guy.|
|The beast displaced are only so because they are thrown from someone's heart.||I love cats.|
|The temptations of crusted glory cannot be ignored. Ginger weeps in a skyline of butter.||Mmm. Pie.|
|Does the nymph not bathe in the salts of the plane of air?||I can track them.|
|Beets dwell in the very soul of passion. The unyielding earth yet makes room for the sweetened crimson to stain the livers of the clever.||I think he's in here.|
|It is time for the juvenile chicken to momentarily return to the roost.||I'm going home.|
|Beach of the homey is too fervent for my cognizance.||Are the people of your mother?|
|...then the underwater designates units of timepiece||...she's at least making the effort...|
|Many bees eat from many trees.||She seems to like you.|
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