The White Wolf
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Roleplay posts: 16
Registered: Dec 31, 2015 10:15:44 GMT -8
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Post by The White Wolf on Dec 31, 2015 10:40:54 GMT -8
Snow flutters downward from the endless night, threatening to cover the land in its white veil. A strong wind blows, howling through the branches like beasts on the prowl. Branches snap and plummet into the snowy blanket that covers the earth. This is White Pine, 'the road less traveled' as they call it, sitting a few days travel north of Wulfenehim. Not many who enter ever come out, and those do spin tales of monstrous creatures who call this place their home. The most notable story, however, is more recent: the Wolf of White Pine, a rather new entry into the forest's catalog of mysteries.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Mar 8, 2016 15:04:05 GMT -8
Ralf Valgard's camp is nearby, as is his arsenal of silver weapons. It seems as if he traveled into the forest to scout ahead. Whatever the case, any volunteers should wait at the camp and choose their weapon. Ralf will arrive shortly.
(Any silver weapon is okay, use your imagination)
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Renner
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: Late 20s
Physical Description: Renner stands about five feet and ten inches in height. His build is fit, but not overly muscular. His hair is dark brown with eyes to match. His skin will match whatever climate he's in, given exposure levels to the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Recently, Renner has taken to wearing light colored clothing to better blend in with the environment he is living in. He generally wears a full suit of insulated leather, a fur-lined travelling cloak, and boots made from high quality buffalo leather.
A sword and axe dangle from a belt on either side of his hip. A travelling pack, and quiver are strapped to his back. A short bow is often strung around his chest.
He wears no jewelry or other fancy adornments. His outfit is completely utilitarian and highly functional.
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Registered: Feb 28, 2016 17:57:32 GMT -8
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Post by Renner on Mar 8, 2016 17:36:51 GMT -8
Tromping through the snow, Renner made his way through the forest the Valan men had called White Pine. According to the stories, an unnatural beast stalked the area, slaying men and beast alike. A notable local man named Ralf had gone after it, leaving word for others to follow him to a small camp outside the forest. Finally he had come upon the small camp, but found no others near. Tracks around the camp indicated that someone had been here recently however.
Renner eyed the supplies around the encampment. The fire was low but still held hot glowing embers. Food sealed in crates to keep the wildlife out of it and small casks of water or alcohol were present. He saw several kinds of weapons stacked around, silver blades and points glittering in the falling snow. Was Ralf hunting a were beast? Renner had heard stories of these monsters -- humans with a terrible curse that turned them into bloodthirsty and savage manbeasts under the light of the full moon. He had never hunted such a creature before, but if he was hunting it with a group, it should prove only a small challenge.
Renner got to work stoking the fire, using wood from a small pile near it. There were ample downed trees in the vicinity if he needed to gather more. After the fire was crackling and throwing out a little more heat, he took stock of the weapons that had been left. He found nothing that he really wanted to use, save a handful of silver-tipped arrows. If the legends about only silver hurting werebeasts were true, he would need something like these. He also grabbed a silvered dagger. It wasn't his best melee weapon, but if worse came to worst, he'd have something to defend himself with -- if the legends were even true.
After making sure everything was on the up and up, he set about warming some food. While it heated, he walked the perimeter of the small post to look for signs of predators in the area -- trees with claw marks, urine stains, old kills and the like. Once he was satisfied the spot was as secure as it could be in the middle of an expanse of untracked wilderness, he sat down and ate his meal with a mug of mead from one of the casks.
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Rowen
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Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Mar 6, 2016 17:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Rowen on Mar 8, 2016 19:07:43 GMT -8
Mountain Spirit the words were etched in gold. Ancient tongue upon a black card the pad of thumb running across the uneven surface. A male sat at the center of a small clearing still grasping onto a small bundle of cloth that had been left with in his care. The instructions were clear at least to the one that had read them and with that he folded the card into of the folds of cloth which covered his naked form. Adorned in only what seemed bandages, which bound his arms and legs completely preserving some form of modesty. His torso was bound as well and those white strands of cloth were stained in various colors a mixture of dirt and something else.. and though the fabric appeared worn it was applied with some sense of care and attention and tied neatly at either wrist, excess lengths of fabric dragging along the snow covered ground as he laid out the package before him, slowly untying the long sash which had been used to hold it in place before unrolling it upon the snow.
A simple white cloak, the fabric seemed to disappear upon the canvas of white, though it was littered with various objects. Three small golden bars which sparkled under the star strewn sky. Slowly -- as if performing a ritual the male collects the items and sets them aside before slipping the cloak over his head. Seemingly unfazed by the cold or the snow which had accumulated upon his motionless form. Crystalline breath fell from pale lips with a slow exhale. And the male gathered the remaining objects, a roll of stripped cloth, two small leather pouches, and a small dagger made from silver.
Rowen drew the small blade and tested its weight-- its sharpness-- and though it was highly crafted the range at which it would be effective seemed rather lacking. He was expected to slay the Great Wolf with this? Very well. . . The unnamed benefactor was long gone, a mission that most would consider suicide given the male's current state. Slowly the being rose though not entirely, digits rummaging through the snow, unearthed a long lance which glowed under the pale lunar glow which cast shards of silver every which way. Pale skin held a faint bluish tint which seemed to radiate in that light like a specter he appeared gliding through the surrounding forest which the ease of someone who had lived there all their h lived. Though there was something labored with each step and soon the male arrived at the small encampment.
Snow crunching softly beneath bare feet, Rowen stood just yards from the one who had arrived previously and had already felt comfortable enough to start gorging themselves upon the camps provisions. The male stood in silence -- as if a mere part of the scenery . And though that white cloak did well to camouflage him with the flurry of snow it was really that bright crimson cloth which was wrapped around his hair covering both eyes, that gave him away.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Mar 9, 2016 14:36:54 GMT -8
Ralf came out of the woods, his boots crunching on the cold snow below. He had just finished making a round in the outer interior of the forest, looking for clues and whatnot that might help them find the Wolf of White Pine, but to no avail. Perhaps there was more further into the woods, but Ralf needed to gather his party before heading in.
He came out of the woods and saw Renner sitting by the fire. He must have done some work to the camp and Ralf instantly appreciated it. "Good deal, friend," he told him. Rowen also arrived shortly after. "And well met to you as well," Ralf said to him.
It was about noon, and the snow did not seem to be letting up. "Forgive this weather," he told his comrades, "although it's part of the reason I like Asgeir so much." Ralf was always a fan of cold weather. But enough about the weather, Ralf needed to get to the task on hand. "I have not seen the werewolf in my time searching the woods... I had doubts even that it existed. But... I suppose we should go in and see what we can find, no?"
Assuming everyone was ready, Ralf would lead the group into the woods. It was noticeably dark inside, especially with the cloudy skies and the canopy of trees overhead. The forest floor was covered in snow, but a few brown roots could be seen every now and again. Overall the forest was just very bleak, hopeless, and lifeless. Normally a person might feel as if eyes were watching them but this forest was... empty.
"So, friends," Ralf began in his usual, friendly tone. "How are you?" Ralf was always one to make small talk. He enjoyed making conversation with his comrades and liked getting to know them. Good allies were hard to find in the Overworld. "And what brings you here to help me?"
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Renner
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Roleplay posts: 57
Age: Late 20s
Physical Description: Renner stands about five feet and ten inches in height. His build is fit, but not overly muscular. His hair is dark brown with eyes to match. His skin will match whatever climate he's in, given exposure levels to the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Recently, Renner has taken to wearing light colored clothing to better blend in with the environment he is living in. He generally wears a full suit of insulated leather, a fur-lined travelling cloak, and boots made from high quality buffalo leather.
A sword and axe dangle from a belt on either side of his hip. A travelling pack, and quiver are strapped to his back. A short bow is often strung around his chest.
He wears no jewelry or other fancy adornments. His outfit is completely utilitarian and highly functional.
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Registered: Feb 28, 2016 17:57:32 GMT -8
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Post by Renner on Mar 9, 2016 17:01:30 GMT -8
Renner greeted Ralf with a nod. After the Valan warrior's invitation, Renner gathered up his weapons and pack and follow Ralf into the woods.
"So it is a werewolf we're hunting? I was not given the details about your quarry, just that it was not a normal beast. I made the connection when I arrived and saw the variety of silvered weapons. And it's true then, that only silver can harm a werebeast?"
"As to why I came, I am a hunter, and new game is always an enjoyable experience. Just yesterday I was able to take one of your elk. It was the largest I've ever seen in fact. I have a feeling that this hunt will be a little more grueling though."
As he was speaking, Renner made sure to cinch his boots tight to prevent snow from falling in them. He hadn't hunted in snow more than a few times, having only been this far north one time previous, and never in Valland. He wrapped his cloak tightly about his body, but kept his arms free to hold his short bow in his left hand and use his right to navigate through branches and other obstacles.
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Rowen
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Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Mar 6, 2016 17:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Rowen on Mar 9, 2016 17:42:33 GMT -8
The male remained motionless, becoming almost buried beneath the snow as he stood at the edge of the camp, not yet ready to join in with the other and for the moment it seemed that he was ignored completely. Lips part releasing another small puff of air and he sighed grateful for the momentary silence. However that silence was soon broken another man, Ralf, emerged from the woodwork and greeted them. A single hand lifting in response, revealing the bandaged limb beneath.
Just the three of them. He followed in silence, his voice the soft crunching of snow beneath one's feet was enough to shadow and soon their hunt was about to begin. The Lancer drew focused his senses outward attempting to listen for anything that might be considered out of place, the soft murmur of voices seeming to carry easily upon the night air. For hunters the pair were awfully chatty. Perhaps why he preferred to work alone.
Though Rowen's expression or rather lack of would remain covered by that bright crimson cloth-- He was pulled from his brief reverie as Ralf addressed him once more, or rather the pair of them. Inquiring about their reasons for lending the male aid. 'A name.' he replied almost curtly. 'Not my own, but the ones who sent me.'
Indeed claiming to have slain a wearbeast would surly elevate ones' reputation -- though doing it in the name of another seemed foolish at best.
The silence of the forest was noted, only a soft and subtle breeze that brushed against cheeks-- black locks of hair framed his pale face, weighted and damp from the snow.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Mar 11, 2016 13:36:50 GMT -8
( Renner Rowen) "I'd give you more details," Ralf told Renner as they made their way thicker into the woods, "but I have not seen it for myself. I've seen the evidence, however, and heard the rumors. It's big, it's strong, and it's face. They say it vanishes just as quickly as it appears, striking out at any poor sod who happens to be in its way. Why it has decided to come out of White Pine, and not before, I wonder that myself." Ralf drew his sword; normally he only carried two, but this time around he carried a third: a silver sword. "They say only silver can harm a werebeast. Never had to fight one myself, so I wouldn't know for certain. But there's some truth to every legend, no? We shall find out if silver can puncture the beast's hide. And pray that it does, my friends." Ralf only looked at Rowen with some quick but observant motions. He was... peculiar. At least, compared to Renner. Still, Ralf needed the help, and so Rowen was a welcomed addition. "What is your story, friend," Ralf asked Rowen in a friendly gesture, trying to not pester him to much. "Wait," Ralf stopped walking in the snow. He felt something. It was... strange. It was familiar, but yet 'new'. He pointed northeastwards and said, "there, we will find the beast there." Ralf began heading in the general direction. Wait, what?" Ralf wondered how in the world he knew the beast was northeast. It was almost as if he was drawn there... like instinct was pulling him there...
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Renner
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: Late 20s
Physical Description: Renner stands about five feet and ten inches in height. His build is fit, but not overly muscular. His hair is dark brown with eyes to match. His skin will match whatever climate he's in, given exposure levels to the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Recently, Renner has taken to wearing light colored clothing to better blend in with the environment he is living in. He generally wears a full suit of insulated leather, a fur-lined travelling cloak, and boots made from high quality buffalo leather.
A sword and axe dangle from a belt on either side of his hip. A travelling pack, and quiver are strapped to his back. A short bow is often strung around his chest.
He wears no jewelry or other fancy adornments. His outfit is completely utilitarian and highly functional.
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Registered: Feb 28, 2016 17:57:32 GMT -8
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Post by Renner on Mar 11, 2016 18:51:16 GMT -8
Renner kept pace with Ralf through the snowy and rough terrain of the forest. Still clutching his bow in his left hand, he reached back to his quiver with his right to make sure the silver-tipped arrows he had grabbed from the camp were still there.
When Ralf abruptly changed directions, claiming to know their quarry would be in the new direction, Renner was a little skeptical. There were no tracks, no obviously signs on the trees around around, no subtle smells to indicate a recent kill or old remains... Still, he had no familiarity with this area, and perhaps Ralf knew of a cave or copse of trees that would make a good lair.
He looked back at the silent third member of their party. It was more than a little strange how a man with no eyesight navigated so easily through the environment. Heightened sense were one thing, but it looked as though the man could see just as well as anyone else as he walked unhampered through the forest.
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Rowen
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Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Mar 6, 2016 17:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Rowen on Mar 11, 2016 19:22:02 GMT -8
Friend? If only Ralf knew the types of friends Rowen had, then he would not cast the word around so casually. Though if anything it showed the male's intentions-- or rather attempt at striking some common ground with the Lancer. A notable sigh slipped past pale lips, breath crystallizing like a wisp of steam seeping from his mouth. The coldness did not bother him, despite his lack of clothing and barred feet-- The metallic scent of blood, it was is own filled his senses with a slow inhale, yet he felt no pain but rather a numbness which overtook his entire from. Slowly he shook his head as the other continued to press, inquiring about his story. Was he referring to that bright crimson cloth, or those bandages that seemed to cover his entire body?
Regardless Rowen did not seem intent on sharing anything personal with the male. 'Not much to tell.' he stated dryly before offering his own thoughts. 'If it's a wear-beast as you say, then I will likely make very good bait...' it was well known at least to hunters that wolves often stalked those to be weak and frail, and the Lancer had plenty of qualities that made him a prime target. Thankfully however, the beast would find it quite the challenge to sneak up on the male..
The silence of the woods was noted, and the male focused to expand his senses, attempting to perceive the forest around him. Indeed it was odd that the male was able to walk with such ease through the rugged terrain, though he walled with a sort of practiced step, striking, the ground in front of him, reveled the area if only for an instance. A chime which resounds off the lance sending slight vibrations up the shaft which ripple outward. --- Shadowing the steps of those before him, he moved with a certain confidence almost as if the male and the forests were somehow synonymous.
He was pulled from his own thoughts as Ralf spoke once more indicating the directions of the beast, with a sort of certainty that seemed odd given their circumstances . And he mused quietly to himself.
'Perhaps, I shall go first, lure the beast. You two set upon it from the rear.' It was a plausible, yet risky plan.
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Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf
Dedicated
Varan Adventurer
Roleplay posts: 299
Age: 25
Physical Description: An athletically-built man weighing 160 lbs and standing 6 feet high. He has fierce blue eyes set into a wolfish face. His dark brown hair is usually pulled back into a braid on the back of his head. Well-groomed facial hair, for which he is proud of, covers the bottom half of his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ralf's primary possessions include his Hirhanic Shield, Mariah's Dagger, his Ancestral Sword, and his Ki'Gar.
The Hirhanic Shield is able to absorb various forms of energy: physical, magical, or otherwise. He can release this energy in the form of shockwaves on command. This item was a gift from his friend Hirhan.
Mariah's Dagger was looted from Mariah's corpse in Aozora. The dagger is able to absorb magical energy from its victims.
Ralf's ancestral sword is of exquisite make; it is an ancient weapon forged in a forgotten age using a rare material. It has the potential to channel 'the Power of the Old Gods', but Ralf is oblivious to this and the weapon is never used.
Ralf's ki'gar, or 'kin garb', is blue with white borders. A white wolf's head is emblazoned in the center, with the family name "VALGARD" written across the bottom. He usually wears the garment as a scarf or cowl.
Currently Ralf carries a a two-handed battle-axe.
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Allegiances: His Family, Himself, His People - in that order
Registered: Jul 21, 2015 14:42:16 GMT -8
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Post by Ralf Valgard, the White Wolf on Mar 12, 2016 5:52:03 GMT -8
( Rowen Renner) Ralf considered letting Rowen go first... but the way was dangerous, and Rowen was not familiar with White Pine. In a sense, neither was Ralf... or at least, he didn't think he was. After Rowen finished speaking, as sparse his conversation was, Ralf caught sight of a cave up ahead. It was quite familiar to Ralf, as if he had been there once before. He could almost imagine the inside of it. Strange, but Ralf passed it off as potential deja vu; perhaps even a sign from the Gods. "There will be no need to scout ahead, friend," Ralf told Rowen as he hunched over in a stealthy manner, "I believer our were-friend is just ahead." Ralf took but one step, and then he felt it. "No," he said somberly at the revelation. There came the searing lust of blood, the uncontainable power, and worst of all: the pain of the transformation. "Ach!" Ralf could not help but yelp in pain, falling on his knees first and then the palm of his hands. He clenched his teeth and tried to resist whatever was happening to him, but to no avail. From the way his teeth mutated, to the stretching of his bones and muscles; his skinned tightened, unable to keep shape with the rest of his body, but it too stretched and mutated. Every hair on his body painfully grew longer. His eyes, his ears, his nose, and his mouth: it was as if a jotun had slammed its mighty fits into his face. And it all happened within a few seconds....
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The White Wolf
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Roleplay posts: 16
Registered: Dec 31, 2015 10:15:44 GMT -8
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Post by The White Wolf on Mar 12, 2016 5:56:40 GMT -8
"Raarrghhh!" The Wolf of White Pine turned its head, looking at Renner and Rowen. Ralf Valgard, son of jarl Aesa, and the Wandering Warrior, was the Wolf of White Pine. This was his domain, and these two outsiders were trespassers! Was Ralf still in its head? Or was this just a primal beast now? He smelled everything in the woods, he saw everything around him with newfound perception; every sound, every taste - it was clear as day.
Ralf, the Wolf, was easily larger than Rowen and Renner, towering at least three more feet over them - and that was without his legs extended. His two great, powerful arms hanging over his sides, and his gums snarled up, ready to pounce.
Rowen was right: he was the first target. The mighty white beast lunged forth in his direction, intent on tackling him to the ground with his superior strength, speed, and size...
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Renner
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: Late 20s
Physical Description: Renner stands about five feet and ten inches in height. His build is fit, but not overly muscular. His hair is dark brown with eyes to match. His skin will match whatever climate he's in, given exposure levels to the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Recently, Renner has taken to wearing light colored clothing to better blend in with the environment he is living in. He generally wears a full suit of insulated leather, a fur-lined travelling cloak, and boots made from high quality buffalo leather.
A sword and axe dangle from a belt on either side of his hip. A travelling pack, and quiver are strapped to his back. A short bow is often strung around his chest.
He wears no jewelry or other fancy adornments. His outfit is completely utilitarian and highly functional.
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Registered: Feb 28, 2016 17:57:32 GMT -8
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Post by Renner on Mar 12, 2016 17:02:13 GMT -8
As soon as Renner saw Ralf start to shift into his bestial form, he was backpedaling and nocking an arrow to his bow. Had the man led them out here simply as prey? It was a clever ruse if so.
Renner would hold the arrow fast until he saw the beast launch itself towards Rowen. Then he let the first arrow fly. Renner was only an average shot, but the wolf was as big a target as the elk he had downed the previous day. He immediately drew another arrow from his quiver and nocked it to his bow string. He hoped the silver-tipped arrows would work. If not, things were about to go very poorly for he and Rowen.
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Rowen
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Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Mar 6, 2016 17:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Rowen on Mar 12, 2016 20:23:42 GMT -8
When his suggestion had been rejected The Lancer, contemplated going on ahead regardless of what the other men had to say... though Rowen would not make it very far he was h still standing behind Ralf and near Renner when he hear the other start to back pedal away from the warrior. The sound of shifting bone and skin, it was something that the Lancer was 'accustomed' to, and immediately he jumped backward during the sequence of that transformation creating a breadth of space between him and the man. The lance undergoing a transformation of its own, ribbons of cloth flailed wildly about , the cloth that bound the head of the lance was removed in a single motion exposing the blade beneath. A glimmer of light reflects of the surface of that blade, casting shards of silver upon the snow. The blade itself appeared as if had never been used, and with an almost empirical -silver glow, though it was no actually made of silver. He noted Renner's position-- the drawing of a string, the notching of an arrow. So it seemed that was not going to be abandoned. Though the lancer had little time to -worry- about others. And he braced himself as the creature rumbled. He remained still-- not wanting to betray his intentions until the last possible second. And he had anticipated the creature to rush him immediately. And that's exactly what happened.
The movement was swift and decisive, the balled tipped end of the lance burred into the ground, muscle tensed as he lowered spear -head towards the creature using its own size, its own weight, its own momentum against it. Both hands clenched the shaft tightly bracing it for the impact-- it was a tactic that spear-men used to employ against Calvary-- have them impale themselves. Would it work? Would it even break the creatures skin? Regardless of the outcome however the lance was long enough to provide some space between him and the creature.
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The White Wolf
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Roleplay posts: 16
Registered: Dec 31, 2015 10:15:44 GMT -8
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Post by The White Wolf on Mar 13, 2016 10:07:52 GMT -8
( Renner Rowen) Rowen's excellent lancemanship was integral to his success against Ralf's initial attack. Renner, too, had acted with haste, maintaining a safe distance and not hesitating to let loose his silver arrows. As gravity and force brought the Wolf of White Pine towards Rowen, the lance did its work; but the blade, as it was not exactly silver, did not penetrate Ralf; rather, Ralf's chest made impact with the blade, and kept him from reaching Rowen. Renner's arrow came from the side, hitting Ralf in his right shoulder. As it was silver, it made some penetration, but it was a mere wound; a minor annoyance, if anything. The Wolf of White Pine did not waste any time, and he moved with such vigor, speed, and agility, that he truly put the legends of other werebeasts to shame. He had leapt high into the air, towards one of the trees, and in a blinding motion would find himself in the tree above Renner, lunging from the tree branches, arms outstretched, in an effort to tackle the archer.
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Renner
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Roleplay posts: 57
Age: Late 20s
Physical Description: Renner stands about five feet and ten inches in height. His build is fit, but not overly muscular. His hair is dark brown with eyes to match. His skin will match whatever climate he's in, given exposure levels to the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Recently, Renner has taken to wearing light colored clothing to better blend in with the environment he is living in. He generally wears a full suit of insulated leather, a fur-lined travelling cloak, and boots made from high quality buffalo leather.
A sword and axe dangle from a belt on either side of his hip. A travelling pack, and quiver are strapped to his back. A short bow is often strung around his chest.
He wears no jewelry or other fancy adornments. His outfit is completely utilitarian and highly functional.
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Registered: Feb 28, 2016 17:57:32 GMT -8
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Post by Renner on Mar 13, 2016 10:46:06 GMT -8
Renner saw the arrow dig into the beast's shoulder with little effect. It had at least penetrated, so there was hope for suddenly embattled pair.
The second arrow was already in flight when the werewolf changed course and leaped for the tree next to Renner. It was unlikely the arrow would strike.
In a practiced motion, Renner tucked his bow into his chest and rolled away from the tree. Rolling over his left shoulder left his right hand free to draw the silver dagger he had acquired at the hunting camp. When it came out, he was holding it with his thumb on the pommel, blade downward, ready to strike with a quick downstroke if the wolf landed close. If it was low, he would go for the gap between the beast's clavicle and neck. If it was high, he would slash for the inside of a thigh, hoping for an arterial strike. If the beast swung at him, he would try to use the bow in his left hand to ensnare its arm and use its own weight against it to pull forward and off balance, and strike the top of its shoulder, hopefully disabling the arm.
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Rowen
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Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Mar 6, 2016 17:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Rowen on Mar 13, 2016 13:19:42 GMT -8
The impact of the creature was like striking against stone-- and the male felt the force through the shaft of the weapon, though the ground did most of the work. It was difficult keeping the creature at bay at a point. The strike was true and surely had that weapon been made of silver the creature would perhaps be dead. Though no sooner had the impact occurred did The Wolf turn its sights on the one who had loosed the arrows, Renner. The soft padding against skin, followed by the scent of blood indicated that the arrows had found their mark, though the impact has little effect on the beast. It did however indicate the effectiveness of silver on the creature as if they did not already know. The lance dipped forward slightly as the creature leapt into the air leaving the blade to pierce nothingness.
Quickly the male turned in the direction of the beast, snow crunch beneath its feet as it lands before the other to unleash its attack. In that time the lancer drew the dagger that he had been given just before his trek to the camp. The blade was short and it seemed quite the task to take on the creature at such close quarters. It felt light within his grasps, fingers curling tightly around the hilt. Already he had abandoned the lance momentarily, leaving it standing in the snow and he set upon the beast while it was preoccupied by Renner, slashing the edges of the blade at the creatures ankle, attempting to sever the tendon there, his Achille's heel. The desired effect would be to limit the creatures mobility, slowly whittle it down. And, if Renner and Rowen could alternate attacks. Divide the creature's attention.
They might just make it out of this.
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The White Wolf
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Roleplay posts: 16
Registered: Dec 31, 2015 10:15:44 GMT -8
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Post by The White Wolf on Mar 14, 2016 13:15:00 GMT -8
( Renner Rowen) Renner was fast, but the Wolf was faster, easily dodging the arrow without much problem. Renner's downward strike would find itself going towards the snow. The White Wolf may have very well finished Renner off, but something stopped him; he hesitated, as if fighting an urge. The approaching Rowen, hwoever, broke the trance and the primal instinct of the beast before. Before Rowen could deliver his ankle-shot, the White Wolf's reflexes kicked in and he sent his leg flying up at alarming speed towards Rowen's chest, in an effort to use his powerful muscles to kick the man away. At the same time, Ralf the Wolf used one his clawed hand to grab Renner's right wrist, and then used his other hand to deliver a powerful push into the hunter's chest. Hopefully, the Wolf thought, both of his attackers would be sent flying back. It seemed he was to quick and perceptive for one to fight normally. However, the Wolf was not at his zenith either, as he had hesitated. Something in his mind was preventing him from using his primal fury, and it locked out much of his strength, cunning, and awareness. He seemed to be at odds with himself. Something about these two men was... familiar... it lit a spark of familiarity in him that tried pushing his feral instincts away, but he fought it off. Without the much-needed primal fury, the Wolf would be locked in a drawn-out fight with these two men; he needed to find easier prey, something to sate his bloodlust for now and ward off whatever was trying to overcome his mind; unlocking his inner beast would let him handle these two much easier. "Arrrooo!" The White Wolf scampered away a good distance and let out a feral howl. He then darted away at blinding speed, into the distant wintry wood. As he disappeared, the duo of Renner and Rowen heard the growling of wolves behind them... When they looked, they would see a pack of five wild wolves, bearing their sharp teeth and slowly moving to surround the two. They all had black fur, with bright red eyes contrasting against the snow. The sun was going down, and the dark forest would only grow darker; nearby, however, was a cave. It was only a matter of time before the Wolf of White Pine found a lone hunter, or renegade bandit hiding out in the woods and sated his lust for blood... Then, Ralf's mind would have no chance of fighting off the beastly instinct...
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Renner
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Roleplay posts: 57
Age: Late 20s
Physical Description: Renner stands about five feet and ten inches in height. His build is fit, but not overly muscular. His hair is dark brown with eyes to match. His skin will match whatever climate he's in, given exposure levels to the sun.
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Clothes and Equipment: Recently, Renner has taken to wearing light colored clothing to better blend in with the environment he is living in. He generally wears a full suit of insulated leather, a fur-lined travelling cloak, and boots made from high quality buffalo leather.
A sword and axe dangle from a belt on either side of his hip. A travelling pack, and quiver are strapped to his back. A short bow is often strung around his chest.
He wears no jewelry or other fancy adornments. His outfit is completely utilitarian and highly functional.
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Registered: Feb 28, 2016 17:57:32 GMT -8
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Post by Renner on Mar 15, 2016 16:42:04 GMT -8
Renner staggers back several steps from the werewolf's push, nearly losing his balance in the snow. He hadn't expect it to be that fast, but he also hadn't expected it to be that non-violent. It probably could have ripped his chest open instead of simply shoving him off.
Hey brought his dagger back to bear on the beast, but it was bounding off, away from Renner and Rowen now, howling at nothing. His relief was short-lived as the growling of a wolf pack grabbed his attention. Five in all, and they didn't look like any wolves he'd seen previously, red eyes making them seem almost demon-thralled. A single wolf might be deterred by some grandstanding, but a pack wouldn't be easy to drive off.
Renner started backing towards the clearing and the cave, sheathing the silver dagger and reaching up to retrieve another arrow and nock it to his bow. Without hesitating, he drew the string back and let the arrow fly at the wolf furthest to his left. Splitting the back would grant them no tactical advantage, and if Rowen could stay to the opposite side and keep the wolves between them, they'd have the flanking advantage.
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Rowen
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Roleplay posts: 26
Registered: Mar 6, 2016 17:53:18 GMT -8
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Post by Rowen on Mar 15, 2016 18:18:21 GMT -8
The Lancer was carried through by his own momentum aiming to deliver a quick and decisive strike at the creature's ankle, his own moments and The Wolf's own quick reaction left little time to change tact-- the impact of the blow lifted the male into the air and sent him flying back, though he did not tumble wildly to the earth as one might expect. Hands reached outward clasping onto the shaft of that lance which still stood from the ground, using this to break his fall... The weapon was freed and the man merely slid across the surface of the snow covered earth until he came to a halt, legs bent in a sort of half crouch. They would not be able to stop the creature from escaping. At least for now.
Cloth fluttered wildly about the male, those excess lengths of cloth which bound either hand whipping out like serpents striking their pray. The male was motionless, the tip of the lance pointed nearly straight backwards while the shaft rested against his lower back. Left hand still clinging to the dagger which he had attempted to strike the beast.Listening now, to the low rumble that came behind them. The Beasts cries still ringing upon the air as if summoning them to its bidding. Lips curl slightly and usually expressionless features became twisted, hinting a subtle smile though the meaning behind it almost as mysterious as the impact it had. The male appeared serene as if oblivious to the dangers that lurked just over his shoulders.
The soft pad of paws upon snow as those creatures slowly sought to surround them; Rowen was experienced with wolves, knowing how they hunted , how they chose sick or elderly beast, how they circled their pray before attacking ensuring an easy kill. And to the lancer these creatures were just like any other their strange appearance and features lost upon the male who only heard them approach. The lancer considered Renner for a moment, who apparently managed to stave off the beast's attack and was already prepping another arrow: And had it someone else the better option would have been to keep moving, prevent the beasts from encircling them. He had escorted merchant's through wolf attacks using such a manner..
Though Renne's quick action made that decisions for them. Slaying those wolves here and now seemed a more straightforward choice and would indeed allow them to freely chase after.. Ralf.
Left hand slowly lifts bringing that dagger towards his face, that small blade slanting just over his opposite eye-- Muscles relaxed -- allowing the flexibility that was required to react to any would be attack from those wolves.
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