Joric Ironfist
Joric smiled in satisfaction as he finally rubbed away that last speck of dried blood. His armor was hardly shiny, but it wasn't filthy either. Now would be an appropriate time to sleep.
And then his stomach growled.
Frowning, the dwarf realized he hadn't actually had anything to eat. Best to remedy that before sleeping. Standing up, he walked out of his room and into the hallway, leaving his armor and shield behind - although his axe was still belted to his hip. Rubbing his eyes, he walked downstairs...
...and stopped in his tracks when he saw Judy, standing before Azul, the Caller of Demon Hordes.
He remembered his shield. He remembered the destruction of Copperdale. He remembered his boots getting singed in a fight with one of Azul's minions - sure, that was more due to Annie's carelessness, but Azul was still partly responsible, dammit. Anger flared up inside him.
"AZULLLLLLL!" The Dwarf bellowed, hopefully loud enough to wake everyone up, and in the same instant he threw his axe through the air, sending it directly at the demon. It was an unwise move to give up his weapon, but without armor or his shield it was doubtful he could charge the beast. This surprise attack was his best option.
Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.
08-Feb-2016 03:11:50
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