Somewhere, in some reality, something is moving really really fast in that direction.
"Hey, I actually enchanted something! Wow!"
"He’d look a lot more majestic up there if he weren’t wobbling all over the place!"
Teeth: small, durable, and full of potential, if one only knows how to tap it.
"Okay, so I can’t run. But look at me jump!"
Fear ye not the sorcerer’s might / for ye be wreathed in Baunumdraung’s light!
"How did you lose your arm?"
"Well you see, I fought this one bloke with a bizarre sword…"
Just as every religion has a unique emblem, so to do they have unique equipment that their more adventurous members make use of. These are some of those items.
Forsht Bligo is a dwarf who loves the taste of blood. He's become quite the connoisseur over the years. Pigs blood, sheeps blood, cow's blood, if it's red and warm, Forsht considers it a delicacy. The fresher and hotter the better. Forsht will often sneak up on cattle, prick them with his dagger, and catch the flowing blood in his orc-skull drinking cup. His life goal is to taste the blood of every living animal. Although he has not yet sampled humanoid blood, he is not averse to doing so if the right opportunity presents itself. He is not particularly unpleasant if approached and can be easily befriended. Its just that he simply can't get enough of the "Juice of Life", as he calls it. Forsht's troubles come in the form of frightened and angry villagers who have proclaimed the misunderstood dwarf a vampire. Since Forsht is amused by this, he does little to dissuade anyone. This will lead to some dicey situations for Forsht in the near future.