Race:  Dwarf
Subrace:  Shield Dwarf
Sex:  Female
Age: Young to Mature (Early 100's)
Hair:  Dirty Blonde
Eyes:  Burnt Brown
Skin:  Ruddy
Build: Stocky and Broad-Hipped


It's not easy being a sworn hearthtender of Berronar Truesilver.

You're just sweeping and mopping the tavern one morn (or what you assume is morning deep under the mountains where the sunlight never reaches), trying to keep a clean and proper house of respite for your hardworking menfolk, your sister-folk and your wandering guests, when suddenly some unfathomable Underdark horror from eons past stirs in its sleep and animates the two-millennia-old bones of peoples past, which proceed to tear up through your floorboards and attacking anything that lives.

How are you supposed to keep a proper hearth and tavern after THAT rubbish continues on for month after month?  You keep swatting the skeletons back down into the rock and soil, but they keep on coming, night after night and day after day.

Those damned skeletons just won't stop fighting!

So you might as well study up on the undead, ask Lady Truesilver to bless both of your good and sturdy maces forged from the best dwarven craftsmanship and take the fight back to the bony bastards.

Maybe after you break enough bones, those blasted skeletons will FINALLY stop fighting!

But don't bet the sapphire mine on it.  The undead are notoriously stubborn, almost as stubborn as a true and proper dwarf.

So this could take a while.

It's not easy being a sworn hearthtender....


GREENS:  Non-Erotic Roleplay, Dwarves, Gnomes, Hin, more Dwarves, Humans, Elves, Half-Elves, Quarter-Elves, Half-Orcs, Drinking Contests, Flytes, Drunken Orgies, even more Dwarves, physically attractive Gnomes, Foreplay, Vaginal Sex (including Tribbing, since she has no "crotch bulges," "hidden packages" or Mighty Morphin' Power Genitals), Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Strap-ons and other toys, Wrestling, Body Oil, Dwarven Gymnastics, Twosomes, Threesomes, Foursomes, Moresomes, Diamonds, Rubies, Gold and More, Hidden in the Mountain Store. (Bumpa dum PAH bumpa dum!)  BORN UNDERGROUND!  Suckled from a teat of stone....

YELLOWS:  Dwarves (or anyone else) with 15-inch cocks, filthy orcs and filthy goblinoids (WELL-BATHED orcs and goblins?  Well...maybe, if Bran's in the mood), mind control (so long as you at least give me a way out or be a good sport about it, for Luna's sake; otherwise, see "Godmoding"), Nonconsensual/Rape Play (as long as you're not creepy about it), Tentacles (sometimes, depending on mood), Bestial stuff (depending on what kind of critter or beastly humanoid you are and, of course, my mood), Food Play (but don't go TOO far if you decide to start force-feeding me strawberries; see "Vomit"), Ale/Beer/Rum/Booze play (but keep that stuff away from the eyes and the vulva.  It bloody well stings!).


REDS:  Dwarves (or anyone else) with cocks as long as Wengald's arm, Godmoders and powergamers who give themselves "I press a button, you die" off-the-book superpowers (especially if they dive into big, angry snits if you even joke about that abuse or refuse to play along with it), Lovecraftian Horrors, the usual Scat/Vomit/Pedo/Necro/Permanent harm and cutty-choppy-mutilatey-killy-deathy stuff.  I mean, really!  If you're into any of this stuff, have you considered therapy?