P.T. Irontoe

[Irontoe]

Stories: Fordragon Imports (http://wow-tng.org/showthread.php?t=14901), Low Job Satisfaction (http://wow-tng.org/showthread.php?t=13702), Cartel: Booty Bay Extravaganza, (http://wow-tng.org/showthread.php?p=125213#post125213), Evil Twin (http://wow-tng.org/showthread.php?t=7018)

Full Name: P.T. Irontoe
Age: 115
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Hair: Balding, white. Tremendous, extravagantly styled beard.
Skin: Tanned, wrinkled.
Eyes: Brown
Height: 3' 11"
Weight: 250 lbs.


Place of residence: Fear of assasination has him constantly on the move. No place of residence.
Place of Birth: Dun Modr.
Known Relatives: A wife, Porcia.

Religion/Philosophy: He prides himself in always serving what he believes to be the greater good. Whatever private philosophy he adheres to, however, is tempered by senility and a healthy dose of paranoia.

Occupation: Aqueduct Engineer, prior to turning to adventuring.
Guild Rank: Guild Master
Enemies: Anyone who would stand in the way of his private war on the Horde.

Likes: Fire; long walks underground; FIRE; dense populations.
Favorite Foods: Roast duck with cherry port sauce; beer basted boar ribs; Tigole & Foror's ice cream.
Favorite Drinks: The stronger, the better.
Weapon of Choice: A Nesingwary-class repeating rifle named Daffodil.
Dislikes: The Raven Cross.
Hobbies: Goblin engineering.

Physical Features: An oddity of his ancestry, a peculiar scarring mechanism that regrows wounded tissue as stone. His left shoulder and upper arm are interlocking sections of solid granite laced with veins of truesilver.

Positive Personality Traits: Fiercely loyal, but does not form personal bonds lightly or easily. Principled.
Negative Personality Traits: Often arrogant. Once started drinking, doesn't stop till he is unconscious. Also fairly pessimistic, though he would call it realistic. A recent nosedive into senility has dramatically increased both his paranoia and aggressiveness.
Misc. Quirks: Rabid conspiracy theorist. Often cites "favorite theories" or "theories as old as this beard" which he actually makes up on the spot.
Theme Songs: "A Little Less Conversation" by Elvis Presley


History: Born [first and middle names removed at the subject's behest] P.T. Irontoe at Dun Modr. Accomplishments include designing and building the three magnificent Stonewrought Dam floodgates, designing and building auxiliary lava ducts for the Great Forge, and extending running water to most of mountainous Dun Morogh. Retired to mercenary work for the Steamwheedle Cartel on the Cape of Stranglethorn fifteen years ago. Currently attempting to secure recruits for a textile shipping company.

[Bir]

I-I think my-my-my dagger accidently f-found its way into this poor d-dwarf's back.. I apologize.

[Irontoe]

I-I think my-my-my dagger accidently f-found its way into this poor d-dwarf's back.. I apologize.

I do be gainin' seasons migh'y quick-like. Ye 'ad bes' watch yer back.

[Rhowen-Prea]

Farah Dawntreader, Tauren warrior and sworn strongarm of Vaedrin writes, "I happened upon this little dwarf in the Gulch, recently. It is my most abject regret I did not have the opportunity to demonstrate how the Earthmother may crush even iron beneath a steady hoof."

[Bir]

I do be gainin' seasons migh'y quick-like. Ye 'ad bes' watch yer back.

Is this a threat? I'm ready...

[Malorii]

I like dwarfs almost as much as i like dranei.. I just whanna pick em up and hug him and give him kisses and then skin him and wear his face like a mask... *giggles* I love play things.

[Irontoe]

I like dwarfs almost as much as i like dranei.. I just whanna pick em up and hug him and give him kisses and then skin him and wear his face like a mask... *giggles* I love play things.

I do love play thin's t-- hold it.

[Taknar]

"Ah Dwarf wit' ah Troll-like regeneration mutation?! Dis ting can not be allowed to breed..."

[Thurgo]

Lads got ah good head on his shoulders. Refreshin' tah mee' some'un sane 'as 'im.

[Bir]

He can't catch me~ He can't catch me~ My flappy's too fast.

[Malorii]

I saw him .. again sleeping in the moon touch whores temple.

[Amoola]

I've seen this Dwarf. Was an entertaining time too. Thought he was nuts to be running around with the school as we did a post party run around. I'm sure anyone who saw him was wondering when we would notice him. Trust me it was kind of hard to miss him and harder yet not to accidentally hit him with everything that was going on. Seems he knows at least one of the faculty. As long as he doesn't go hunting me I'm fine with him. Seemed he had as good a time as we did, if the rumors are true.

[Kiaransalius]

I have heard of this one.... seems he follows his own agenda and not that of the group he works for.

It is dwarves like this that only drive me to enforce the Mandate harder. Peace through Annihilation.

[Saphiara]

Ah, so this is the dwarf I killed several times the first night of my return home.

Keep coming to Silvermoon, stunted one. The red of your blood provides a lovely complement to the banners on the walls.

[Tiraline]

"Oh, HIM," Lady Tiraline said with a note of disdain. "Oh yes, we know Irontoe--well, OF him. Met him a few times.

"I caught him, right in the middle of Aleria trying to get someone to leave her tavern, throwing down one of those idiotic, distracting toy trains. When I called him out on it, he called me a racist! ME!

"Anyone who denies responsibility when he's caught out doing something, and then plays the race card to deflect his culpability, is hardly a principled person. I wouldn't trust the man with my hair ribbons, much less the fate of the Alliance."

Unlike in the past, Sir Issachar said and did nothing to temper Lady Tiraline's statements.

[Naowyn]

The Paladin smiles brightly. "Oh, Mister Irontoe? I think he's just wonderful. He has a good head on his shoulders, and he's funny." Eo giggles at the rememberance of a train incident at a bar. "I think he knows what he's doing and is an honest dwarf." She nods her head once, then picks back up a large black book and begins to write slowly.

[Glassclaw]

"Hmph. Irontoe..."

He would snicker a bit upon mentioning the name. "I think he means well; he loves his Alliance, and he's a good shot with his rifle. He just seems...sometimes a bit too fanatical.

"That, and I can't understand every second or third word he says; all Dwarves are cursed to systematically destroy the Common language with their drunken slurs. In any case, he seems alright for the most part. Just don't get him upset."

He sighs a bit, taking a swig of his Rumsey Rum.

"You'll never get him to shut up about it then."

[Faelenor]

"I grow weary of his organization's assaults to my city, and I grow weary of the countless followers he has willing to take an arrow for him. I wanted to see how good of a marksman he truly was...so I called him away from his mob. He ignored me completely, the coward. I guess I can understand the concept of not wanting to die!"

Faelenor takes in a deep breath and begins speaking in common. (odd mix of dwarvish/thalassian accent)

"If et weren' fer is lackies, e wouldna' made it pas' the guards."
"If yah wanna prove meh wron', I'll be glad ta take yah... winna buys the otha a round a drinks!"

[Irontoe]

"I grow weary of his organization's assaults to my city, and I grow weary of the countless followers he has willing to take an arrow for him. I wanted to see how good of a marksman he truly was...so I called him away from his mob. He ignored me completely, the coward. I guess I can understand the concept of not wanting to die!"

((Remind you of anything in recent memory? lol))

"Oh aye, I'd be 'appy te meet up with ye. IN 'ELL!" Irontoe yelled and took a potshot over the edge of the Southshore inn's roof.

[Szordrin]

Szordrin takes a slow sip of his tea. "Irontoe?"

After a few moments of pondering, "I dunno.. He's short? What else do you want to know?"

[Gorechili]

Bagh.

[Bruuin]

Bruuin manages to pull away from the tankard of ale for a few, blinking a few times at the goblin before nodding, using his arm to wipe the froth from his beard and lips. "Aye? Ah! Righ'. Yea, I be knowin' him. Good man. Hellacious wit' a gun, I tell ye what. Keeps all t'eh riff raff in check, yanno?"

The dwarf takes another swig of the ale before nodding once more, sighing, "Ah' damn fine ale. Damn fine.."

[Lisbet]

Lisbet nods to the goblin at her knees, "Why of course I know of Irontoe and that imports.. thing. If they keep the horde in check so that The First can do its job, the of course I support them. What? No I don't financially back them. Why would you even ask that?"

A gasp and then a loud smack is heard. Lisbet promptly stalks off.

[Skaadvik]

*scowls, obviously unimpressed* Warmonger. His gang and The Grim should just go somewhere remote and kill each other so we can all focus on more pressing matters.

[Karianin]

"Sir Irontoe? We've fought side by side in defense of the Alliance many times. Just yesterday I joined he and a few others defending the fires from a strategic location. He's quite knowledgeable in the art of tactics, I'll say, and his loyal defense of the cities against incursions is admirable. I'd buy this fine Dwarf and ale, to be sure!"

Edited to add: "I must say; though, that his behavior at the tournament was disappointing. I suppose that I had hoped one who defended so admirably would have better manners than to pelt folks with snowballs and stir up trouble in general. i was particularly displeased at the way he treated Miss Tia, and would have thought someone in her Order would have called him on as such. His appointment of Noxtrael as a Queen was humorous, yet insulting.. I am now undecided on this Dwarf.. particularly after he behaved rudely toward me, even after I channeled Light to heal him again and again. I expect no thanks, for the Light working through me is an honor that I am grateful for, however i would have at least expected to be treated with civil respect."

[Lurazinae]

Lurazinae mutters something into her cup of semi-frozen tea-slush. "Irontoe? First I met him I determined him to be a lecherous lush." She snorts and spits a frozen globule of spit at the fire and watches it sizzle. "I've fought beside him, and determined him to be a lecherous lush with a fine grasp on the finer points of bloodshed."

[Alibar]

*Alivar frowns, letting out a long sigh and narrowing his eyes, as he speaks.*

.. It would seem the Dwarf.. caught me at a slow moment, with some rather.. experimental preparations, in Nagrand..

.. Watch yourself Dwarf. I had made your life difficult in another life.. and it would seem you have made me.. content to make your life difficult, in this one.. as well.

[CytianaMoonarrow]

"Irontoe?" Cytiana blinks at the mention of name, "He's.. uh.. different? In thought yeah, and in disposition also. Who'da thought that such a charismatic man could hate so much?"

[[She's referring to the horde here]]

"Nonetheless.. He has earned my respect-- minimally-- I don't know him quite well.. but the fact that he did come to the aid of my people, while we were being attacked during the Midsummer festival has earned him that, despite what others have told me."

[Paali]

Paali frowns and crosses her arms over her chest, tapping her foot. "Ah'd love ta see dat dwarf alone wit'out 'is cronies one day," she grumbled.

[Saarvon]

"I may have fought alongside him a few times in Darkshire or Duskwood, but I can't say that I know much about him. Though if he acts anything like the other members of Fordragon Imports, then he has my respect. Too often the Alliance is willing to simply lay down and die when the Horde raid a settlement..."

[Aleria Fadeleaf]

The similarities between his behaviour, and that I have heard of Garrosh Hellscream, are strikingly similar. In fact I have the feeling that if Hellscream was a dwarf, the two would be very good friends.

The Wandering Tavern, had a period where we did not do business with Fordragon Imports. While the policy restriction has been lifted, it exists to an extent becuase he always manages to break another one of our policies, such as the policy of neutrality, and nonviolence.

I also still have him to blame for the most significant loss the Wandering Tavern has ever incurred, which can be easily found in our Financial Statements for our fourteenth operating cycle.

[Cessily]

This chubby little fellow is a pain in the ass to some.

And a small worm in the way of the Cross.

[Philaris]

-Philaris looks up from his notes, raising an eyebrow at the interviewer-

I've only met the Dwarf once and he certainly leaves an impression. To say the least, he is a character of senelity... but one with a sense of humor.

-he chuckles a bit-

[Flamel]

I truly feared for this Dwarfs life when he interupted our last meeting to talk about attacking the horde. I respect Noxtrael's patience a lot but I think Irontoe tested dearly...

[Irontoe]

I truly feared for this Dwarfs life when he interupted our last meeting to talk about attacking the horde. I respect Noxtrael's patience a lot but I think Irontoe tested dearly...

Ach, I walked outta there 'cause ye all knew I were right. Pfft, grow some balls an' fight where ye're needed, ye great pansy poofers.

[Betrayl]

*Betrayl grazes her lower lip with her lengthly canine in thought* Irontoe...Irontoe...aw yes, the little dwarf guy with the white birdy. A skilled hunter as for hunters go...but *chuckles slightly* not a match for a small party of assasins, even in the "safe" walls of Iron Forge. *rubs a bandaged portion of her side* Although, his little army gave us serrious problems...*breaths deep* Anyway, I'm sure thats not the last time I'll run into him, or his...brothren. *streaches out* Now if you'll excuse me, I need to rest. Theres much to do.

[Svetlaena]

"Annoying. Brilliant. Brilliantly annoying, and annoyingly brilliant. Never ceases to be creative."

"Sometimes I can walk safely when he's around! Other times not so much."

A long pause.

"And you'll be getting no more from me, you little spy!" An accusing point at the goblin, who simply scratches his head as she runs off.

[Raynell]

"I believe I saw him during the sacking of Darkshire with the Liberators. I took a good shot at him with my shield, but it merely glanced off him with barely a scratch."

Raynell sighs.

"Has a steely resolve, that one."

[Yatokth]

Yatokth snorts slightly in amusement.

[Szordrin]

"Oh right! Irontoe.. I forgot to mention this to you."

Szordrin sets down his drink on the table with a grin.

"Well, I saw him at the docks in Darkshore. He shot at me so I threw my shield and, well... It collided with his face and knocked him right into the water. Couldn't stop laughing... You know, cause they're so short."

The elf picked up his drink once more and took a sip of its warm contents with a amused hum.

[Kredorian]

*looks at the goblin with a snicker*

This fool? Yes I have heard of him and his exploits.

*pauses and bows his head attempting to contain himself*

A disgrace... a warmongering fool that hides behind the banner of the Alliance. He is as guilty as those heathens in The Grim and the *laughs* Raven Cross. They should be exiled to Gilneas and be allowed to fight until their hearts content. Or until there are none standing...

*smiles*

Hopefully, the latter. Now I have a meeting with Highlord Fordring, and we must deal with more important matters than small men with big egos.

[Rethius]

*Rethius was approached by a gnome reporter, as the last three goblin reporters to come near him turned up missing, only to be found days later floating face down in the stormwind canals...*

*Rethius nods slowly at the Gnome.*

"The General? Aye, I've served under him as an additional footman to his main squad... It was always an honor to serve under him during the few battles I fought under his banner..."


*Rethius looks down and takes in a deep breath.*

"The General knew battle, he knew war. But despite all of this, he valued our sacrifice as soldiers. That dwarf has done more for the alliance war effort than any sad excuse of a soldier to walk the valley of heroes."

[Tiraline]

Lady Tiraline frowned at the question asked again. "I've heard that he and his followers have gotten themselves in trouble with the law.

She sighed heavily. "Light knows I don't want to sound preachy, but it's the way of the world. 'The integrity of the upright shall guide them: but the perverseness of transgressors shall destroy them.' That's from my husband's libram, and it really resonates, doesn't it? It means that one's own evil eventually catches up to him.

"I am sorry for the deluded ones, and the ones who might not have known better. Irontoe should have been a better leader, I think--willing to walk rightly, instead of just taking the easy way out by ordering atrocities. That's the real burden of leadership: to set the right example.

"Light watch over them, and bring them to see the truth."

[Voice of the Storm]

The Tauren raises a brow at the question, shakes his head and speaks bluntly. "If there is any truth to the claims that he and his guild are in some sort of trouble with the Alliance at large - which I seriously have my doubts of being true - it seems an unfitting end."

He pauses a moment before continuing. "He was capable of amassing a force, but I don't believe he was a capable leader."