Old Orin

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Imstow's Sons
(Rewritten, "I See Fire" -Ed Sheeran)

Oh, misty eye o' the fathers below
Keep careful watch o' mah brothers' souls
'n should the sky be filled with ice 'n snow
Keep watch o'er Imstow's sons

If this is ta' end in death
Then we shall all die together
Watch the frost climb high into the night sky

Calling out father oh
Stand fast 'or we will
Watch ice rain down on
The mountain side

'n if we should die ta'night
Then we shall all die ta'gether
Raise a muuug~ for the last time

Calling out father oh
Prepare or we will
Watch the ice rain down on
The mountain side
Deeeath~ comes upon the skyyy~

Now I see ice
Upon the mountain
I see ice
Snap'n the trees
'n I see iiice~
Harrow'n souls
I see iiice~
Blood in the breeze
'n I hope that you remember meh

Oh, should my people fold
'en surely I'll do the same
Confined in those walls
We got too close to the end

Calling out father oh
Hold fast or we will
Watch the ice rain down on
The mountain side
Death comes upon the sky

Now I see ice
Upon the mountain
I see ice
Snap'n the trees
'n I see iiice~
Hollow'n souls
I see iiice~
Blood in the breeze
'n I hope that you remember meh

n' if the night is turn'n
I will cover my eyes
For if the dark returns
Then my brothers will die
'n as the sky is falling down
It crashed inta' that lonely town
'n with that shadow 'pon the ground
I heard my people scream'n out

I see ice
Upon the mountain
I see ice
Snap'n the trees
I see i11ce~
Tak'n souls
I see iiice~
Blood in the breeze

I seen ice
oh you know I saw the sunden chill
n' I seen ice
felt that chill upon mah skin
'n I seen death
'n I seen ice upon the mountain side.






The dwarf before you stands up straight before you with his shoulders back and his chin held up with a sense of pride and duty. Unlike many dwarves this one easily stands half a foot taller than most of his kin. Those familiar with this odd sight would recognize him as a Shield Dwarf of The North.

Tanned skin, silvery blue eyes, and a full head (as well beard) of red hair easily identify him as one of the dwarves of The North. A region of wilderness, difficult winter weather, orcish hordes, and barbarian tribes. Even though he acts with an outward civilized illusion his eyes betray his behavior. The look that spoke to an uncivilized past living among the wilds of "the Savage North".

If one would were to take the time and inspect the beads intertwined in this dwarf's beard they would notice that each bauble bares the resemblance of six different dwarves. Each stone carefully and expertly carved to bare the visage of each dwarf.

Traveling down his body it was easy to tell him from that of a short human as the bulky chest was accented by the dense arms that swayed at his side. Depending on the clothing he wore those looking could see the tattoos that ran down his right arm. Tribal in appearance the design still reflected his dwarven heritage with a long script that ran the length of his bicep and partially down his right forearm. Though vaguely a mashup of dwarven and some tribal dialect if inspected long enough one could read what roughly translated to:

"If they stand behind you, give them protection. If they stand beside you, give them respect. If they stand against you, do not let them pass."




Name: Orin Stonejowl
Age: 114
Height: 5'0"
Hair Color: Auburn Red
Eye Color: Silvery Blue


Home town: Imstow ("Em'stow")
Regin: Icewind Dale



[More to come, (11/30/2015)]
Player:stuntman6
Gender (Visually):Male
Race (Visually): Dwarf