"Just because I'm a dwarf, don't take me lightly."
| Silver || |
|Lv55||1530||337|| 215|| N/A|| Mithril|
|Name & Effect (edit info)|
| During skill use, even if|
HP reaches 0, it will be
restored to half once.
| Mithril Arms|
|15% chance to either increase Attack by 1.8x and/or nullify an enemy attack.||
Class Attributes Edit
|Class Name (edit info)||Traits/Effects||Notes|
|Junior Soldier||Can block up to 2 enemies.|
| Soldier Chief||Can block up to 3 enemies.|
| Commander|| Can block up to 3 enemies.|
While deployed, all units gain 3% attack and defense, and 3 MR.
| Warrior|| Can block up to 3 enemies.|
Each of the following has a 30% chance of occuring:
Quotes - highlight the pink lines to see them. Edit
All-Age Conversation Scenes Edit
|Gustav #1 :|
You hear someone speak, but there is no one in sight.
Rising from your chair and casting your gaze downward, you catch sight of Gustav, father of the dwarves.
"Hmmph, sorry for being so small."
You apologize to the pouting Gustav, and move to where you can see him.
"Well, I guess that's the fate of the dwarf. But we're pretty agile because of our small size, I'll have you know."
Absently stroking his beard, Gustav narrows his eyes. Those eyes had witnessed many a battlefield.
He'd been through enough battles to have earned the moniker "Father of the Dwarves." Anyone judging him by his appearance would surely pay a heavy price.
"I may be an old fool, but I've accumulated a fair bit of knowledge over the years. I won't be a burden to you."
With that, Gustav grins and begins to tell you the true purpose of his visit — the conflict with the monsters.
Quite a crafty old man, you think to yourself.
|Gustav #2 :|
"There are a lot of dwarves here now, aren't there?"
Gustav speaks the truth. The army had grown, and dwarves form a sizable contingent of it.
"I'm happy that my kind are increasing in number, and that they're eager to do battle... but also sad as well."
Gazing at his glass, Gustav lowers his eyes sorrowfully.
"There weren't that many of us dwarves to begin with. Now our people are scattered everywhere, and thanks to the monsters, there's no telling how many are left..."
"With the battles still ahead of us, the number of us out there, including our young, will surely decline."
Gustav stares at the palms of his hands. There's nothing sadder than having others die before you.
Gustav continues to voice his concerns.
"Well, chances are you're going to outlive me. I reckon that I could safely entrust the future of the dwarves to you."
You tell Gustav that is pretty self-centered of him, and he laughs heartily.
"That's not too much to ask, is it?"
Very impressive, you think, letting out a wry smile.
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