BountyBeast

Hunkan attacks Bugbear Archer 3 from the front row. "You think there might be more than just arrows in that bag of his?"

Hunkan pockets the vial of Phoenix Essence without a second thought. "Shame that the scarecrow had no gold on it, but then again, why would it have?"

"Uh oh." With Kid and Torald down, Hunkan becomes more aware of the danger he is in. Once again, he attempts to attack the scarecrow from the back row, hoping he doesn't get caught.

Hunkan peeks out from his hiding place, surveys the situation, and decides to play it safe. He attempts to sneak up and stab at the scarecrow from the back row.

"The skeleton guy never showed up, eh? Oh well, we can start the party without him. Or her. I could never really tell." Hunkan turns to the canaries, ignoring the chicken and scarecrow because his comrades can handle them. Grinning with confidence, he brandishes his sword and attacks one of the canaries from the front row.

"I'm happy to let Torald be our leader. I'm sure he'll get it down." "You're comparing humans to dwarves, kid. Unlike you, people expect us to be small, because that's what most dwarves are."

"Whatever. I'm gonna go clean myself up and then head out. Hopefully my head will clear up by the time I get there." Hunkan slowly manages to stand up, picks up his things, and staggers over to the washrooms. He looks noticeably cleaner and doesn't smell as much when he comes back.

"Urrrgh..." Hunkan wakes up on the floor of the saloon, hungover from the drinking match he had with Torald earlier. He can't quite remember the events of last night, but he can guess from the spilled drink, fallen chair, and half-empty ale barrel next to him that someone was drinking quite a lot. He sits up and feels his head. "What... happened, did I win?"

While Torald is talking, Hunkan takes a careful look at him. He looks quite big and strong enough to throw Hunkan halfway across the hall. He thinks for a second. "With ale. Shall we head to the saloon and order a cask?" Hunkan braces himself, as Torald sounded rather confident when he mentioned drinking.

"So..." Hunkan stares at Torald with a curious smirk on his face. "When you said you didn't want any fights in here, are barfights an exception to that rule? My hair still dripping with ale, and that makes me want to hit something."

Hunkan sneaks back to the questboard and, disappointed that he wasn't picked, signs up for the Fields of Glory instead.

"Oww!" Hunkan felt his head and was happy to notice that he wasn't bleeding. Not looking forward to the upcoming carnage, he takes his drink and hides under a table further away, where he can safely watch the knight get beaten up by the brute.

"The name is Hunkan." The dwarf puts his name back on the list. "And I saw you fiddling around with the quest board earlier. I didn't mean to sound accusing, but I guess it doesn't matter anymore." His voice trails off as he leaves the quest board. He sits down at a nearby empty table, sighs, and mumbles to himself. "What kind of name is Poo, anyway?"

"Hang on." Hunkan shouts to Ezeran. "You with the symbiont! Did you erase my name from the list?"

Upon seeing people gather around the quest board, Hunkan finishes his drink and decides it's time he made his time in Heroica worth his while. He goes to the quest board and takes a look at the available assignments. He may not have a lot of experience in bodyguarding, but the reward looks promising and it's one of the only suitable jobs available. Hunkan Silvertoss signs up for Quest #147.

"Right then. I'll be in the saloon if anyone cares." Hunkan stands up and goes to get himself a drink. He ponders upon whether or not he should sign up as well.

The dwarf sits down, feeling some respect for the minstrel already. "Finally, someone in here with some manners. Well, I'm not exactly sure, but from what I've seen, it involves doing favors, taking mercenary jobs, getting to hang out in this hall, and apparently," he glances at the elf, "being rude to non-heroes." He looks around and admires the architecture of the hall. "The whole deal doesn't sound so bad to me, to be honest."

The dwarf became exasperated. "They outnumbered me, that's all! I could have gotten the upper hand had they come at me one at a time." He draws his sword, which is covered in red smears. "This blood isn't mine. I think that proves that I am capable of defending myself." He swings his sword around before putting it away. "So where do I sign up to become a 'hero' like you lot?"

Hunkan dusts himself off. "Yes, hello. Sorry, I kind of got in trouble with some local criminals, so I hope it's okay if I hide out here for a while. I promise I won't be a burden."

A dirty man in a leather jacket rushes into the hall, closes the door behind him, and leans on it while catching his breath for a moment as several people stare at him in surprise. He is of below average height and has a badly trimmed beard. At first glance, not many of people would guess that Hunkan is a dwarf.

21304 Doctor Who. I became a fan of the show quite recently and was thrilled to find out they were making a Lego TARDIS.

I don't really think there is a need for a set like this, it's really easy to make something similar by yourself.

defenestrate

Looking for that last piece I need to complete my creation, only to realize I already used it for something else. My creation breaking apart when I'm trying to use it. My cat attacking my creations.

Emmet or Mutt Williams, depending on how long since it was cut.