Assorted NPCs
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Post by Assorted NPCs on Sept 28, 2018 14:04:40 GMT -8
The Skonhet marshes are a quite beautiful thing, mucky and full of critters but nevertheless homely. The water in the region typically reaches just above one's toes, however there are many patches of land elevated or in many depths - some of which a man can sink in. Yet anyone spending more than a day here would begin to feel... unnerved, as though something were slithering after them in the water or trailing them across the woods.
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Vidkun Wewelsberg
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In Treue Ritterschaft
Roleplay posts: 48 
Physical Description: No memorable features in particular. Most who see him recall him as 'suave,' but beyond that descriptions have ranged from dark-blond hair to jet black, from brown to blue to amber eyes, from a clean shaven face to one with thick-set stubble. The only things they can recall about him it the man in question being quite tall and athletic, with appearance that is undoubtedly 'dashing.'
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever's needed.
Registered: Apr 26, 2017 17:29:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vidkun Wewelsberg on Sept 28, 2018 14:23:50 GMT -8
Walking along with the Chance he had picked up at the Garrison Tavern, Vidkun was quite quiet. There were two things of import to be done today, perhaps more depending what time allowed. Regardless, today would show whether the faith he placed in the lad would pay off or not. "Tell me, at this very moment what can you remember. Do you remember yesterday, and why we walked here?" In this was another small test, as they had ridden most of the way on horses until being forced to dismount to continue. |
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Chance
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Roleplay posts: 77
Age: 20
Physical Description: A tall young man with scraggly hair and the beginnings of a beard. His build is lean and muscular, skin tanned from working as at docks and on boats for the past year.
Registered: Apr 27, 2015 17:46:53 GMT -8
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Post by Chance on Sept 28, 2018 22:23:52 GMT -8
The young man looked up in surprise, "Oh ummm, yes I remember. We met at the tavern. The...Feral Cat. And you took me to the docks where... Or was it?" He looked around, noticing the water, "Oh yes. Then we sailed here and umm." The confused man focused on his traveling companion, "I've been meaning to ask, who are you again? Where are we going?" His tone was almost accusatory. Looking around again he became more anxious.
"This place. I don't think I like it here."
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Vidkun Wewelsberg
Established
In Treue Ritterschaft
Roleplay posts: 48
Physical Description: No memorable features in particular. Most who see him recall him as 'suave,' but beyond that descriptions have ranged from dark-blond hair to jet black, from brown to blue to amber eyes, from a clean shaven face to one with thick-set stubble. The only things they can recall about him it the man in question being quite tall and athletic, with appearance that is undoubtedly 'dashing.'
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever's needed.
Registered: Apr 26, 2017 17:29:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vidkun Wewelsberg on Sept 29, 2018 8:33:07 GMT -8
"... Close enough." Vidkun said, not bothering to clear the wrongly remembered recent past. "I'm your employer, your friend. I'm going to help you, but first I need you to do something, and help me. Then we can have a nice drink eh?" he trailed off, trying to appeal to the tastes of the lad. They'd walk maybe five minutes more, until they approached a large tree. Vidkun looked around before squatting and with some effort pulling a few of its roots from the ground. With some more effort he pulled out a long rectangular case and a wooden box of some size. First he opened the case, and pulled three things out. " Take this," he said passing along a large sword in a scabbard, "This, and this." The hunter added, passing along a strong composite bow and a quiver of various arrows. Vidkun then stuffed the case back in the earth, and opened the box. He passed along a smaller blade as an after thought, and seemed to rummage around for a while. He put something in his pockets, and then passed a chain bracelet to the Chance that on the outside had a small case for a scroll. After wards also gave the man a pouch with gold, a loaf of bread and a small flask with a bit of the earlier purchased rum. "Pick a name, write it down on the paper. We'll rest a moment, then we need to see how you handle a bow. After that... we're going hunting." He said, not quite ready to tell the whole details to the young man. |
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Chance
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Roleplay posts: 77
Age: 20
Physical Description: A tall young man with scraggly hair and the beginnings of a beard. His build is lean and muscular, skin tanned from working as at docks and on boats for the past year.
Registered: Apr 27, 2015 17:46:53 GMT -8
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Post by Chance on Sept 29, 2018 15:54:20 GMT -8
Ignoring the other items, for now, the young man took the bow reverently, "This is who I am. Truly, you are my friend. How could I have forgotten this?" He examined where the string was looped on one end, then bent the bow several times across his thigh. Stepping over one of the limbs he held the bow between his legs and braced one end against his buttock. With an easy pull, he strung it. Selecting an arrow he surveyed the landscape for a target. Lacking one he fitted, and aimed straight up to the sky. In a quick motion, he fired. With a woosh, the arrow disappeared into the air. He waited, not moving. Suddenly the arrow hissed and thudded back into sight right at the young man's feet. A smile broadened across his face. Inspecting the arrow he returned it to the quiver. As he unstrung the bow he spoke, "I don't need to rest. Let's go hunting!" A gleam was in his eye.
Eager as he was he ate some bread and drank some water. After fitting the sword and knife to his belt he examined the small piece of parchment in the bracelet, "This is umm... Well, I guess it will help. You are Viktor? But who am I? I don't know what name to choose. Shouldn't names be given?"
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Vidkun Wewelsberg
Established
In Treue Ritterschaft
Roleplay posts: 48
Physical Description: No memorable features in particular. Most who see him recall him as 'suave,' but beyond that descriptions have ranged from dark-blond hair to jet black, from brown to blue to amber eyes, from a clean shaven face to one with thick-set stubble. The only things they can recall about him it the man in question being quite tall and athletic, with appearance that is undoubtedly 'dashing.'
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever's needed.
Registered: Apr 26, 2017 17:29:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vidkun Wewelsberg on Sept 29, 2018 18:55:49 GMT -8
Vidkun smiled compassionately, giving a brief nod. "I'm glad you like it. You'll get much chance to use it." Vidkun, or rather 'Viktor' pushed the last of the dirt into the hole and smoothed it out to make it look like the cache was nothing. Then he turned around and wearily stretched his arms, looking into the sky. "We'll go hunting, not yet, soon. I need to give you a name first, since you don't want to think of one. You shall be called... 'Chance,' for that is what you are now being given." 'Viktor' pulled the scroll out of the lad's bracelet, and as necessary amended it. "When you think of a last name you like, it'll be added."
With that he reached into his pockets and produced several discuses. "You need a quick 'tune up' as peasants would call it. Here, hit it." He said, throwing one discus. After presumably he hit it, the hunter threw more and more quicker and harder to hit, smaller and at worse angles. After a while the man gave a satisfied nod, and then drew two pistol crossbows and mounted the discuses on their bolts. He fired one, and then another hoping to see just to what extents the lad could shoot.
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Chance
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: 20
Physical Description: A tall young man with scraggly hair and the beginnings of a beard. His build is lean and muscular, skin tanned from working as at docks and on boats for the past year.
Registered: Apr 27, 2015 17:46:53 GMT -8
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Post by Chance on Sept 30, 2018 6:21:17 GMT -8
Arrow after arrow arced away from Chance. At first he hit the targets as fast as possible, reveling in the speed and fluidity of his motions. Instinctively, his body knew what to do as his mind watched passively. It was a highly cathartic experience.
As he became more comfortable with the bow he let the targets fly further, waiting till the last moment to fire. Some he timed to hit the target just as it reached the ground. One of those fancy shots he missed.
When the final test came Chance grabbed two arrows from the quiver. One he fitted to the string while he held the second in his pull hand. He aimed, exhaled, and fired. Before the first arrow had even hit he had not had the second. It was unnecessary however for the single arrow pierced through both targets in succession. He chuckled at this, “I didn't think I'd make that one.”
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Vidkun Wewelsberg
Established
In Treue Ritterschaft
Roleplay posts: 48
Physical Description: No memorable features in particular. Most who see him recall him as 'suave,' but beyond that descriptions have ranged from dark-blond hair to jet black, from brown to blue to amber eyes, from a clean shaven face to one with thick-set stubble. The only things they can recall about him it the man in question being quite tall and athletic, with appearance that is undoubtedly 'dashing.'
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever's needed.
Registered: Apr 26, 2017 17:29:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vidkun Wewelsberg on Sept 30, 2018 14:52:54 GMT -8
"I'll be honest kid, I didn't think so either." He said quite simply, scratching his head before putting it back on his head with a thoughtful look about him. "Alright, let's hunt." He said, providing the lad with a fresh quiver-ful of arrows, and then he walked off with a hand wave to indicate Chance follow him.
"But, be aware, this is no normal prey we hunt. It's... well, it's something much nastier. You heard of witches? Sprites, pixies, fae, elves? Dryads, fairies, thing of that sort? Well, what we're fighting is all and none, it's called Valderdamme in my tongue, something akin to 'Lady of the Woods' in common. They're powerful things, intelligence beyond comprehension, powerful magics, hardy bodies. But, together we can take it, or so I believe. 's why I have you the sword." He said, indicating the large thing he earlier gave to Chance. "It's not the best for real fighting, but an Executioner's Sword will do just the trick for lopping off a head once we've got the lass weakened. Ready?" He asked, already entering the wooded part of the marsh.
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Chance
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Roleplay posts: 77
Age: 20
Physical Description: A tall young man with scraggly hair and the beginnings of a beard. His build is lean and muscular, skin tanned from working as at docks and on boats for the past year.
Registered: Apr 27, 2015 17:46:53 GMT -8
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Post by Chance on Oct 9, 2018 19:33:38 GMT -8
Rather then responding to the question the lad stood there for a long while admiring the bow. It was the the first source of real comfort he had felt in a long time. The weight of it made him feel safe and secure, its smoothness was like a motherly touch, and the twang of the string gave a nostalgic burst of happiness. Somehow Chance knew that hunting something for no reason was bad. Victor had offered no reasons for this hunt, but somehow Chance did not care. If following this man meant that he would get to use the bow again he would do it. Victor had given him a name and something to live for. Truly, this man was his friend and the only one who would look out for him. He would go with Victor and hunt for him. Until his mind was complete this was his duty.
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Vidkun Wewelsberg
Established
In Treue Ritterschaft
Roleplay posts: 48
Physical Description: No memorable features in particular. Most who see him recall him as 'suave,' but beyond that descriptions have ranged from dark-blond hair to jet black, from brown to blue to amber eyes, from a clean shaven face to one with thick-set stubble. The only things they can recall about him it the man in question being quite tall and athletic, with appearance that is undoubtedly 'dashing.'
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever's needed.
Registered: Apr 26, 2017 17:29:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vidkun Wewelsberg on Oct 10, 2018 13:34:25 GMT -8
Vidkun looked into the eyes of Chance and saw nothing in them. It seemed that without his memory there was nothing really there to the lad, so he merely shook his head as they walked into the marshes' woods proper.
A minute or so of walking would pass, when Vidkun put a gloved finger under his lips and made the Sshhhhhh noise to be quiet. Then he pointed to the left and the right. Wolves were following the two men, but hunting was not on their minds. Their eyes were hollow, entranced almost. "The power of this wood, that which we have to kill, it senses when something comes in and its sending its sentries to have a look at us. We're still just on the edge, so for now we pass, what with being alive. Deeper in though...." He said, putting an arm forth to stop Chance. There was a thick root on the wood's trail in an almost perfect line across. Vidkun drew one of his pistol crossbows, and put it across the root's line. Quite suddenly one of the following wolves ran forth and infront of the pair, growling, while others closed in. Vidkun retracted the weapon, and they stopped, but now watched. He put an unarmed hand across the line, and although the wolves watched it there was no reaction, a state that remained when he slowly crossed the line with all his weapons holstered. "This is in part for me to gauge your skills and behaviours for how we are to work in the future; thus, you choose: do we force our way in to our quarry, or do we try for the soft approach until right upon it?"
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Chance
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: 20
Physical Description: A tall young man with scraggly hair and the beginnings of a beard. His build is lean and muscular, skin tanned from working as at docks and on boats for the past year.
Registered: Apr 27, 2015 17:46:53 GMT -8
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Post by Chance on Oct 18, 2018 19:31:18 GMT -8
As Chance looked into the eyes of a wolf he was captivated by the magic that lay within them. It seemed familiar, not that he recognized what ever power lay behind them, but as if he too could harness such an ability if he chose to. He was on the verge of pushing his will into the beast, but was distracted by the question.
"Huh? Oh," He switched to a whisper, "When hunting a deer you get close enough to make the shot while trying not to startle it. When hunting a man you'd stay on the defensive until 'ya fuck 'em at the very end.'" Chance had heard that from someone in the past but couldn't remember who, "But I don't think either of those situations apply now. If our game is not startled we should proceed with caution. Though if the foe knows we are coming it would be best not to walk into a trap. I guess we should get closer and hope we are lucky. When the fighting begins we adapt. If they push we retreat, they run we follow. We are hunters and only need an open shot. That gives us an advantage over a threatened animal."
The old ranger knowledge and wiccan war logic came back into the young man's memory as he thought through the situation. He could remember leading a group of bearded men through a swamp and wondered if those men were with him now? He looked around but could not find them. Maybe they were hiding. Also he couldn't quite remember what they were supposed to be hunting now, but he would remember when the time came...Probably. Though his mind was as muddled and confused as usual, Chance felt like he was in his element at least.
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Vidkun Wewelsberg
Established
In Treue Ritterschaft
Roleplay posts: 48
Physical Description: No memorable features in particular. Most who see him recall him as 'suave,' but beyond that descriptions have ranged from dark-blond hair to jet black, from brown to blue to amber eyes, from a clean shaven face to one with thick-set stubble. The only things they can recall about him it the man in question being quite tall and athletic, with appearance that is undoubtedly 'dashing.'
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever's needed.
Registered: Apr 26, 2017 17:29:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vidkun Wewelsberg on Oct 19, 2018 10:11:30 GMT -8
Vidkun listened to the lad, a judgmental eye upon him with little to no emotion upon his face. His interest in the wolf and general behaviour in the moment was something Vidkun would remember for later, cataloging it for further examination in his mind's library. At last, he resolved to give Chance a nod, and a return to his bright expression. "Good; a wise choice." He remarked, before carefully stepping over the root. The eyes of the wolves were upon him, but once Chance came over and advanced with him it would seem the creatures wouldn't follow, instead remaining at the magical border of the wood.
As the pair progressed their surroundings got strange. Glowing butterflies flew by, blue deer with two heads ran across their path, snakes intertwined with each other like rope slithered alongside them for a time. Trees twisted in long loops, while a few seemed to be growing from the sky, leaves down near them whilst the trunks extended ever into the sky. Clearly someone here forgot about following the rules of physics, a fact confirmed in finality as a fox ran straight through a boulder, one which would be as hard and solid as expected if touched. A soft pink and green mist rolled across as even more time passed, warming but never hot. A sound like a knife drawn across a cymbal would echo in one's ears, before at last a singing could be heard. It was quiet, but with every step getting louder exponentially. One would get tired, comfortable and happy, feeling the draw of sleep as it went on and even Vidkun - long since trained to resist similar malefic blasphemies from witches or vampires - skipped a step before he drew a dark side-sword in one hand and a hand-crossbow in another. "She is here, push forward!" He shouted, bringing his sword down on one of the thick coils of snakes going by them, some twelve creatures cleaved through in one swing before raising his hand crossbow to fire it's two bolts behind at the wolves swiftly running to them. Two went down, but there were several more going alongside. Vidkun replaced the unloaded weapon with a vile knife and sprinted forward. Yet, he would not go far before from the top of a palm-like tree a tiger with a glossy rainbow coat dropped upon him. It tried to bite off his knife-arm but its razor teeth screeched upon a steel vambrace. He grunted in pain as its claws dug into his shoulders, but he couldn't get it off; as he swung the sword in his other arm there wasn't enough space to get either a heavy slash or stab. The light slices and stabs he had space for weren't very effective, the creature clearly not caring about pain and still having a large reserve of blood. "Help me!" he shouted impotently, as more creatures closed upon them.
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