RP:Fly Fishing

Grokmeer returns to Hollow, and trains his reflexes by catching birds with a fishing pole, which he feeds to a delighted Dyzz! He has vowed to redeem himself of a past failure, and the two find fast friendship in shared ideals.

Western Kelay

Grokmeer can be found whipping a fishing rod in the air as eagles and vultures fly over head. With quick reflexes he yanks back on the line just as a vulture circles overhead looking for a dead carcass to pick clean. The line hooks itself in one wing and wraps around the bird of prey across the back, tangling itself on the way down. The bearded man stood about 4 foot tall with long dark brown hair wafting in the wind as he trains.

Dyzz was passing through Kelay, riding on a rather large yet adorable pink farm pig, when she across the dwarf. He was only half a foot taller than her, but far more thickly built. Still... Dyzz could brawl with the best of dwarves, and drink with them as well, as she'd proven many times over the years. She'd yet to meet a dwarf she disliked, though frankly, she'd not met one outside of a dwarven tavern. "Aye, aye, allo!" She guffaws, as he catches the bird with the fishing pole. "Oye, oye, thas some good work yer doin'!" It wasn't everyday she saw such a stunt. "Hey, you gonna eat that, maybe?"

Grokmeer turns to see who was talking to him, spotting the woman he nods then goes to untangle the line and hold the bird by its legs. "Here, very fresh. Hope you enjoy it. I'm just practicing my reflexes so when I'm finally able to fight I'll be able to."

Dyzz looked at the dwarf quizzically. "When you's able to fight, huh?" She'd take the flapping bird, and shove it in her mouth, whole, swallowed it. It was certainly an unnatural sight, but her body didn't seem to bloat from eating the bird whole. She picked a feather out of her mouth, letting it flutter to the ground. "Thanks for the meal! Dyzz thinks you got pretty good reflexes. Maybe Dyzz help you practice fight, huh? Dyzz is pretty strong. Good heals, too, if you can't fight cuzza sumthin' hurt or somesuch." She'd give him a rather dazzling smile, braids and untamed hair falling over ruby eyes and blue skin. A tusky smile, a troblin smile.

Grokmeer sticks his fishing rod in the ground then holds out the newly bandaged hands of his. My hands are crippled, but I have a plan to fix them. However I need both a smith and a healer to be able to make them fully functional again." He reaches for his pole and goes back to practicing, but he kept an ear toward the blue skinned woman so not to appear rude.

Dyzz 'hmmm's' at this new information. "Need blacksmith? Dyzz can work wood, and stone... but none metal." She smiled. "But! There's new high priestess in Frostmaw! Is name is Leone. She high priestess of War, -AND- she blacksmith! She can help you, Dyzz thinks! You should go to Frostmaw. Might be hard to climb, with you's hands like that though... and there's always boulders... Dyzz can take you, if want. Dyzz goes there lots, is where Dyzz trains with warriors."

Grokmeer turns a smiles, "Oh thank you for the kind offer." He flicks his fishing pole and snags another vulture, bringing it down before the woman. "Here you go, another for your kind words. I have joined a clan who have also agreed to help me out. Sadly I won't be able to make the trip just yet. It would be terrible for the joints in my hands as they are now."

Dyzz nods. "Ah, Dyzz see's. Yes, weather would not help joints none." She smiled. "Dyzz glad you found clan to help you out! Always good to have friends, and family. Speaks of which, what bring you so far from yous family? Dyzz travels lots, but always has families in her heart."

Grokmeer 's eyes grow dark from the grim memories of his past, "This is my second time in Hollow. I was driven out a few years ago by an angry mob. They crushed my hands, and even broke me of my faith in my god. You see I used to be a priest. Now that I am back I've decided to take up the hammer to redeem myself."

Dyzz nods. "Dyzz returns from distant lands, too. Dyzz is sorry, to hear so sad tale. Is one thing to break hands... another to break faith." Dyzz thumped her chest, a determined expression on her face. "You's returned, though. You is strong. You will find redemption. Dyzz is sure." She'd give him her best smile, while she took the second vulture, and gobbled it down like a hungry little troblin.

Grokmeer smiles once more and a light returns to his eyes at Dyzz's words. "Why thank you for the confidence. By the way my name is Grokmeer." He offers a bandaged hand out to the troblin, "It is a pleasure to meet you."

Dyzz would accept his hand, carefully. He was a dwarf, not some frail soft skin, but his hands were still hurt. "Is Dyzz pleasure to meet you too, Grokmeer! We should drink and fight when you's all better! Maybe Dyzz treats you to some good eats next time, eh?" She giggled, grinning with delight. Dyzz always took a special interest in men of strength and noble hearts, and especially those struggling for redemption. She's been through hell, herself, and knows what it is to have everything taken away from you, all hope abandoned. She'd be watching this dwarf closely, hoping he'd find everything he was looking for.

Grokmeer grins mischievously, "Oh I have some plans once I get my hands back. I hope to design a shield like no other before. Unless there has been one like what I'm thinking. I'll be a heck of a wall should someone try to go up against me." And for good measure of the new friendship between the unorthodox pair, he sane an eagle out of the air, bringing it down and then presenting it to Dyzz with a bow. "Hope we can be good friends in the future."

Dyzz found herself delighted with Grokmeer's abilities as he brought down the eagle. "A shield, huh? Dyzz don't know to use one of those, but seen lotsa dwarves use them. Dyzz'll be sure to be one of the first to test it out, ok?" She drew her bone club. "Beat it, and make sure it's the strongest around!" She sounded quite excited at the prospect. She was a simple girl, with simple tastes. She swallowed the eagle whole, proving as much in an action.