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Doomykins
Jun 28, 2008

Didn't you mean to ask about flowers?


"Dashing" Dan Felsbock, The Doorman(Dwarf Druid)

An Honorary Plaque placed upon the Seat of a Reserved Stool at a Gentleman's Club posted:

ATTENTION ALL BOASTERS, BANISHERS, BEEF-WITS, BIG-TIMERS, ARCANE-DABBLERS, BLACKGUARDS, BLATHERSKITES, FACES, SCOUNDRELS, VIGILANTES, KNAVES, HI-SOCIETY TYPES, WELL-TO-DOS, WALL-STALKERS AND GAS-BAGS! Come to the Hot & Brotheled Fellows Club on Thousands Street ANY drat TIME you like I PROMISE YOU! I will OUT-QUAFF YOU AND ALL YOUR SPONGY FRIENDS!

Learned the ancient rites from his father and grandfather, learned to fight from the army, learned to drink from the job. Dan Felsblock is a middle-aged Dwarven man with an ex-wife, at least one good son and the sage advice only a life poorly lived can provide. Even today you can venture down into the rear end end of Sharn and find the man wasting his glory days and his retirement payout. On girls, on drinking new blood under the table, on anyone who will still listen to the time he "led four knock-down raids... in a single night!"

Dan can tell you about his first year in the Sharn Watch, back when he actually believed that he would do a lot of good for a lot of folks. That naive attitude was tested back and forth like bad metal and broke about as fast, Dan swiftly developing a reputation as less a loyal guard and more a reliably dirty cop. The Doorman always knew how to look the other way, leave a door unlocked on just the night somebody would be testing handles, or drop off packages in discreet locations. As long as coin found its way into his hand he didn't care if it ticked, sloshed or struggled. With Dwarven workmanship he went in every day, stayed late most nights and dutifully served Sharn citizens, the more underhanded ones still being technical residents of the city and all. The best part was that by properly toeing the line he kept his bosses in the Watch satisfied, got to crack a few skulls now and then to spice things up and was even rewarded by his independent contractors for properly roughing up the fall guys and nobody else. Everybody won and it was an easy sell with his family's ancient traditions of savagery. Decades ago his father had said it was a waste of the bloodlines blessing, but that was all in the past, especially when the two stopped speaking entirely.

Dan figured he could set himself up for a pleasant fifty years of craftworking, fishing and a bit of travel once he was an old man himself. Gods knows that if he hadn't got caught he might have even spent the rest of his life with his ex, Helen. For some reason she couldn't quite see past how a simple man in the Watch was able to indulge as Dan did on his meager coin and it led to a bit of snooping. To the lass's credit she kept it to herself even as the two separated, Dan Jr still thinking his dad was just a hard-working guard. It was just as well, the Watch turned a blind eye to most of it, same as the men serving did to the grim necessities of their day-to-day. The way Dan figured it there was no harm in holding a snitch so that he could get some sense beaten into him. Was some other boy wielding the club. No harm in putting the freeze on a trade caravan for the night. Only fair to let some other businessmen set an iron in the fire. This was all Dan needed to tell himself as he counted his coins and put in his last year, stretching his shifts and padding his pay rate. He'd retire and live like a king.

Only problem is the coin is starting to dry up. He can't count on growing old in comfort this way, let alone leaving Sharn. Whenever he lingers on it a bit too long and forgets to keep his head pickled, he thinks that he'll need to pick up a new line of work.

Just one last job.

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I threw in 46 as Age but whatever works for "Middle Aged Dwarf" in your setting, frajaq. Hundred plus years, two hundred plus, etc.

A former dirty, dirty cop who used his "urban druid" talents to make a middle of the road Watch position easy. Took a lot of bribes, accessory to a lot of crimes, just tactful or guilty enough to avoid doing serious felonies. Always cooperative with criminal elements and a dependable fellow for tip-offs before raids.

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