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Elderis right arm shifted into a much larger hammer, more like a mallet. He banged loudly once again on the bar so as to get some attention, all he wanted was a drink and some food. Now that he took the time to look around, everyone in here was certainly unique. Some strange tall creature with shape changing capabilities was sat at the bar as a human, but Elderi could see right through them. He could pick a changling like himself from the crowd and this thing was definitely one. @SimplyJohn@ArenaSnow

A Goron stood laughing and drinking across from him. Elderi had been on the road too long, and had not yet heard news of the on going war between Goron and Maldurion. A surge of urgency overcame him and " How goes the feud brother, has Duggahole been reclaimed? " he asked. @Cuccoruler

The Broken Drum - Casual drop-in chat for out-of-work adventurers

Elderi walked over to the busy bar, having not found anything to his liking on the menu drinks-wise. Sitting upon a stool, Elderi's hand became a small hammer and he knocked three times on the bar top, each bellowing a loud thud. The room smelled very strange, and a static of electricity seemed to hold the very air together.

@SimplyJohn

The half-troll before him was large. Perhaps a veteran warrior, he would of made an excellent opponent in the arena. Though he would probably have been a bit of a handful, at least while Elderis hands were this size. Many others were among the patrons of the tavern but Elderi was not one too speak without being spoken too.

He, however, would brake this rule to say " A plate of your special, and your finest whispering wine! " as he was hungrier than a Jarkuller Monstrosity. His hands shifted back to normal.

The Broken Drum - Casual drop-in chat for out-of-work adventurers

Elderi had been walking without rest for many hours. His legs tired, his eyes heavy and the belief in his next step wavering. Thankfully a dull light was blazing in the distance. A fire of some sort, perhaps civilized people...

After a minute of hope, the flame was doused or simple died away, Elderi was unsure. But still, he marched on in the same direction it had once glowed. The dirt track widened as his feet met a more solid road, somehow this comforted him. A tavern of sorts was further up the road, a small wisp of smoke rising from trees there.

When finally Elderi reached the Tavern he noticed a pile of ash, hay and straw - this explained the flames he had seen. Probably a mishap of some chore-boy sent to tend a horse, or something along those lines.

Taking his hammer in both hands he smacked it firmly into the pile, creating shovel like forms with his hands, he buried it beneath. He would usually carry it, but since he doubted there were any hooks or racks strong enough to hold its weight inside, he thought this place as good as any other.

As he did so he sang with his soft elven voice:

Oh, Orodo the mighty man
struck foes down with ease
Oh, Orodo the mighty man
cut them down by their knees
Oh, Orodo the mighty man
a mighty man was he
But, Orodo the mighty man
stank foul and had fleas.

Smiling at the distant memory of songs sang long ago in the arena, his hands return to there 5 fingered state.

Elderi pushed the door open and walked into the tavern, closing the door behind him before turning to the room - as was custom in Dogrogudor. Taking his heavy belt from his waist and lifting it up over his head - his biceps tensing up as he heaved it - Elderi placed it on the rack that was by the door. Turning around, he looked at the menu the was nailed into the wall with a huge and rusty bolt.

The Broken Drum - Casual drop-in chat for out-of-work adventurers

Elderi

Elderi

( The Hissing Hammer )

Not much is known about Elderi, even to himself. All he knows is he awoke in the middle of a burnt village, with nothing but a hammer he could not lift to his name. His name, or what he believes to be his name, is written on the handle.

While his ability to change form is restricted to his arms, this still stops him from being categorised into any particular race (Although he would be considered Elven by most.)

For most of his life Elderi fought in the famed arenas of Dogrogudor, creating quite the name for himself with his large hammer. He is notorious for using his changling arms to form the heads of snakes which bit and hissed at Kujar The Crippler.
Now Elderi searches for adventure and to experience the world.
Elderi is blind to his good looks, much too modest to think anything of them. He also does not hide his ability, using it whenever he feels the need to.

Y'Hello!

Hi

You know my name, so no need to repeat it.
- Google Translate it if you must. (Or Bing translate FIGHT THE SYSTEM!)
I am an RP'er by default. You do not want to see my advanced settings.

Lets do this

Prip.