Bulmoor vs the Slushie Cart

The Battlerager is a snarling foaming-at-the-mouth paragon of dwarven deadliness.  Battleragers typically wade into the most ferocious of fights with axe, pick or hammer to lay waste to orcs, goblins, ogres and giants and even foes as deadly as dragons without a second (and in some cases, first) thought.  These lethal, bearded killing machines are renowned, or perhaps reviled, for their notoriously bad attitudes.  They spit, pick their noses, belch, fart, interrupt, talk in the theater and are generally contemptuous of anyone who isn’t one of their own.

And then there was Bulmoor….

Bulmoor was a battlerager played in a campaign that one of my buddies ran back on the ship.  His player, while more than capable of getting loud and rowdy once you got him off of the ship and a few drinks in him, was pretty quiet at the table.  He played Bulmoor against type, keeping him quiet and low-key.  I often said that Bulmoor was the most polite Battlerager ever.  Then, one night, his player was going to miss a game so I agreed to play in his stead.

The party was in the Vilhon Reach, an area known for being hot and humid when we encountered a merchant selling shaved ice with an assortment of syrups for flavoring drinks.  Since I was playing Bulmoor, I leaped into the fray, accused the merchant of being a poisoner in the employ of an evil wizard and whipped out my axe and proceeded to wreck his cart, chopping it into kindling and chips of shattered ice.

The merchant panicked and called forth the city guard who ordered Bulmoor to stop but I was already in full-on rage mode.  Guard after guard poured onto the maddened dwarf who was eventually dragged down by their sheer weight of numbers and their captain who showed up to join in on the fight.  Bulmoor awoke in a cell, having been charged with … actually, I can’t remember what he was charged with.  Our DM went easy on Bulmoor because I had been playing him instead of his actual player.

I later asked about the Slushie Vendor and my DM said he just thought it would be cool to meet a guy who knows a wizard that casts Wall of Ice for him so he could chip off big chunks to sell on the side to make money.