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Latest revision as of 13:53, 22 September 2017
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.
Thoven | Common Translation |
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"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. |