Historical Profile: EC Warmore

[Silentus]

...as transcribed by Silentus the Chronicler in interview on Month 2, Day 12, Year of the Hydra.

“Hey I’m expectin’ someun”, slurred words spoke through a foam covered mouth. “There’s that Dumb bard.” The elbow Jumbart receives almost takes the wind from him and definitely ends his chances of bedding the waitress he was unfortunately facing when he force exhaled the mouth full of ale. “I’ll get that from yer blouse missie,” Licking his lips and winking overtly through his bleary orcish eyes. Not unexpectedly she stomps off with pride intacted and a few coins from the oafs pocket. “Did you get that one, Jumbo?”…”Dumb…can’t speak. Come on dat wuz a good un. A round for the house.” The cheers in the destiny Inn are heard over the “on him” that Warmore spoke next. “Be right with you, Oh man of many words, hold on there. Just a minute!” Taking an ale from the nearest table available he stumbles to the table where Silentus waits patiently over his parchments. Raising his slate with due diligence to respond the venerable elf is cut short, “Put that thing away I’m the one talking here….get it?!!” No Jumbart to elbow so the nearest dwarf will do. WHACK! The unseasoned tanner shuffles off from what will surely be a row.
The Drunken lummox never returns to finish or even start the story but will not give the bard his leave. Seemingly, imprisoning him there at the table, alone. With a “Where you going? We got business!” and “Don’t run from your duty” he waits patiently until the booze takes control of the beast and leaves him face down and snoring.

Slight editing was employed in this transcription to explain the events occurring in the immediate vacinity. At no point has any spoken content been added or removed from the subjects original text. The subject fully agreed to allow his or her interview to be recorded and published to the public record.
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[Silentus]

...as transcribed by Silentus the Chronicler in interview on Month 2, Day 14, Year of the Hydra. Recorded in the Northern Fredian Farmlands.

“I am sorry for the other night the ale brings out the savage in me.” Spoken in calm tones from a kneeling position in the rows kneading the soil in his powerful hands expertly. “I have chosen this place to meet because it reminds me of home. My home was much different then here. Not in appearance. For the tides there ebbed and swelled also and the flowers bloomed. My remembrance is the farm of my fathers. That was left to be mine, one day.” An expectant knowing look from Warmore. “Yes my home was different in population mostly, there were only Eihorns. What you would call ½ orcs. We had no elves as you or humans as Jumbart. Einhorns’ held all positions from peasant to chief. Imagine my surprise upon my arrival when the first being I encountered was so different, and could talk… sorry that one wasn’t meant to be a barb.” *a concerned look crosses Warmores’ face but he quickly continues* “My place was a farmer and the clan was docile.” He pauses to consider his next words. “We were more civilized than this island,” disdain is evident “And surely more civilized than the expectations of Einhorns here. Education and the arts were freely pursued. The art of war a distant memory. This is my experience of Einhorns. So different with out immediate judgment by race.”
Our meeting was inturrupted as Mr. Warmore had needs to attend to one of his “students”

Slight editing was employed in this transcription to explain the events occurring in the immediate vacinity. At no point has any spoken content been added or removed from the subjects original text. The subject fully agreed to allow his or her interview to be recorded and published to the public record.
© Silentus the Chronicler

[Silentus]

...as transcribed by Silentus the Chronicler in interview on Month 7, Day 21, Year of the Illithid. Recorded in the Whillem Forest of Darkness.

“This is where I met a being who explained it all to me.” The mood is tense. The comment dire. “After we spoke I understood the dilemma for me. I am the Barbarian expected of me, or have become. The einhorns are, or were, savage once along their evolutionary chain. No matter, it was here I learned to embrace the Barbarian, to be what my ancestors were.” Abruptly EC sniffs the air, calls out to battle and rushes to destroy the Troll chieftains that have crawled from beneath the bridge. A display or pure ferocity and fearless rage. Soaked in green blood and heaving a sigh, “ Sometimes, in crowds or when battle is near, and when certain people are close I can not …*huff*…control…*huff*…control…*huff*…my urges…*snort spit*.

No editing was employed in this transcription. At no point has any content been added or removed from the subjects original text. The subject fully agreed to allow his or her interview to be recorded and published to the public record.
© Silentus the Chronicler

(Note from Serpitus: please feel free to reply here IC for further details of EC Warmore. I would love to here others impressions of him. Maybe a conversation snippet with someone else that refers to him or his deeds. Maybe personal contact you’ve had. My interest is wether I am getting across his duplicity in my RP of him.)