Fetzen

𝕯𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊 ✦ 𝔞 𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔠 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔶 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶

	VARANDAS VARANDAS _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ▮▮▮▮▮║▮▮▮▮▮ EXPLORER/// ║ PROWLER NIGHTKIN//// ║ THRALL

V A R A N D A S
V A R A N D A S

T H E S K E L E T O N T H E S K E L E T O N _______________________________________________ "I've got quite the fancy looks, haven't I ?" T H E S K U L L T H E S K U L L N A M E ║ Varandas A G E ║ 32 (born 99973, turned 99996) G E N D E R ║ Male, him. Some disrespectfully say 'it' though. R A C E ║ Nightkin S U B -R A C E ║ Thrall (Adamant Orc) M A G I C ║ ⬤ T H E S P I N E T H E S P I N E T O W N ║ Antranach R E G I O N ║ Wasting Whites P O P U L A T I O N ║ 1,023 C E N S U S ║ Mainly Nightkin and Orcs T R A D E ║ Mining N A M E S A K E ║ Name of a particularly large gemstone found in the region. Reason why the mining town of Antranach was formed. ✦ ✦ ✦ P A R E N T ║ Zupaugh (former Orc parent) P A R E N T ║ Ragash (former Orc parent) C R E A T O R ║ Madawc (the Lich who turned him) L I M B S L I M B S W E A P O N ║ Primitive, improvised sword. A R M O R ║ Thick, shaggy robes T R I N K E T ║ Large, red-ish crystal stuck in his chest. C O N T E N T S P E C K S ║ 400 pecks B A C K P A C K ║ ///✦ Food and water for a day or two ///✦ A few candles ///✦ Bedroll ///✦ Sharpening stone

T H E F L E S H & M U S C L E T H E F L E S H & M U S C L E 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖗 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖗 S U B L C A S S ║ P R O W L E R People draw strength from being firmly embedded into all kinds of structures, be it socially, in the military or religious. Yet as advantageous as this can be, it can also be a constraint. Not being entangled in so many tethers means you can fall with nothing to catch you, but you can also rise to heights otherwise out of your reach. Treading carefully enough, a prowler might find the next change in life he can both survive and profit from greatly. ▮▮▮▮▮ ║ ▮▮▮▮▮ SKILLS UNNATURAL HUNGER ║ While liches require to drink blood and eat flesh solely for nourishment, the thralls have another use for it. It's what keeps their body from decaying, and makes their countenance more vibrant. Meaning that they usually overindulge if they wish to remain as normal looking as possible. Eating flesh or drinking blood, will give 1-3 temporary HP depending on the freshness and amount. TAKE ANOTHER STAB ║ If you mess up, you can center yourself and call upon steady hands and a clear mind to try a challenge again. Once a delve, you can reroll anything that required a coin flip. ✦ ✦ ✦ TOXIC BLOOD ║ RANK 1 EXPERTISE ║ ATTACK ║ MELEE Given Varandas' diet and his overall... constitution..., his body has started to produce some substances even monsters should be afraid of. One just needs to apply them. Deals 1 health damage to himself, but bolsters his or somebody else's next attack by 2 health damage should it succeed. REANIMATED BEHEMOTH ║ RANK 1 EXPERTISE ║ AID ║ UTILITY Stale air and flooded areas are treacherous things, but only as long as you need to breathe a lot. Maybe it's a good thing this former Orc doesn't. Is less impeded/limited by bad air and capable of feats of strength in non-combat related situations, e.g. lifting blockades, carrying stuff or cracking open a rusty door. FROM THE DEEPEST, DARKEST ABYSS ║ RANK 1 EXPERTISE ║ EXPLORATION ║ SELF A busy, deep and widespread mine is sort of a dungeon of its own. In these dark tunnels, you get either a good eye and orientation or in trouble. Has a keen sense of where to go and might more easily spot dangers imposed by the environment itself. Y O U R B R A I N & N E R V E S Y O U R B R A I N & N E R V E S S T U D Y ║ ///✦ ANTRANACH MINES ║ This is no place to go unless you're ready for the most challenging of physical hardships. /// 99989 - 99996 ///✦ THE TURNING - MADAWC ║ Varandas' current state is not the result of any malicious act, but of an accident at work. He just wouldn't have survived with one of those fancy crystals sticking out of his chest without some very drastic and immediate measures. He was lucky enough to have the right person around in Antranach to actually have that choice. ///99996 E X P E R I E N C E ║ ///✦ MERCENARISM ║ Not everybody needs a sellsword, some just need individuals with the right set of skills. After the incident in the mines, Varandas put his new state and knowledge to the test in both official research expeditions and some private ventures. ///99997 - 100005 Y O U R S O U L & H E A R T Y O U R S O U L & H E A R T ✦ GOOD-HEARTED ✦ NOSY ✦ INTELLIGENT ✦ STUBBORN ✦ P E R S O N A L I T Y ║ Varandas has made the decision that his sudden turn into a Thrall shall not serve as a petty excuse to give up his former standards of morale. He has had coworkers working just as hard as him, a family that tried to care for him albeit being hundreds of miles away, and even friends in that tiny, artificial settlement high in the mountains. Many of those hadn't been able to cope with his new way of existing and turned away from him, but how's he supposed to regain their trust if he just gives up himself ? He still likes to make friends, to have a good feast in a tavern or to just enjoy life. Varandas also does, however, quite often feel his patience stretched to the limit by just how superficially and ignorantly he thinks people tend to approach him now. And he hasn't truly managed to lose his bad habits while just maintaining the good ones either. ✦ V A A R A E ✦ ✦ V A A R A E ✦ D E V O T I O N ║ While his turning happened under the watchful eyes of Ghaaris, Varandas still remembers his Orcish origins. One might argue that Vaarae has made their kind waiting for justice far too long already, but she still represents their hope that the struggle might end one day. Varandas' turn into a Nightkin only helped him to learn about yet another fate partly forced onto people by the elves. If there is anyone he really hates, then it is those with the pointed ears. If he was certain that Vaarea would accept that kind of sacrifice, he would have a hard time resisting the temptation to offer her elven blood. For now however, he prefers to light one more candle than would be necessary to combat a lack of light alone. M O T I V A T I O N & I M P E T U S M O T I V A T I O N & I M P E T U S Legend has it that the Nightkin's existence can basically be tracked back to nothing else than a single item that's been waiting to be found. If a single thing can do that, then something, and not someone, might also have caused the recent trouble in Ordai’el. It has to be powerful then... and be up for the grabs! Powerful always implies valuable. Even if there's not the one thing, there might still be many other, smaller things... Secondly there's also simple logic. Logic dictates that no matter what's the cause of the events in and around Ordai’el, there's no telling that they will stay there forever. What if they spread ? What if this is just the beginning of something far larger, far more terrible ? Yes, going in there is very risky, but not doing so might be, too. Having the choice between taking a risk and taking a risk, Varandas simply prefers going down the route that's bound to have the better outcome at the end should the risk not realize itself. T H E T R A P P I N G S T H E T R A P P I N G S A P P E A R A N C E ║ Once undamaged, green-ish skin has turned pale gray and withered. The tusks of his Orcish past have worn away, but the array of smaller, razor-sharp teeth is just as good for consuming large quantities of flesh. There is nothing left on his scalp to create a fancy hairstyle with, but the pair of sunken eyes that constantly emits a dim glow not unsimilar in color to the large piece of mineral his chest has worked its way around would take the attention away anyway. His fingers do not really have sharp tips, but their shape still invokes the silent threat of potentially tearing things apart. In short: He might be considered ugly as hell. Or miraculous. At least he tries not to present more of his naked self by consequently wrapping the latter in a thick layer of cloth, but said layer is in an obvious state of dilapidation. Speaking for a lack of coin rather than a lack of care might be the fact that his 'sword', upon closer inspection, has more semblance to a long, sturdy piece of sheet metal sharpened on both edges by himself than to a proper blade. Whether he'd need this masterpiece of mechanical butchery to hurt somebody ? He might just throw all of his now undead, but still well-fed and even more muscled Adamant Orc's height and weight into things. I N J U R Y ║ INJURY MAP

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

Fyr Harnann

Fyr, to put it frankly, couldn't understand a damn word. To him, the demonfolk language sounded more like an aberrant noise than any real means of communication. It did seem though that whatever Ashe and the guards were exchanging did have some effect for no violent action broke out immediately. To make matters worse for him however she wasn't the only one using weird languages at this point for Dalious suddenly started to... whatever that was. The tapping on his shoulder actually was pretty much the first thing he was really able to interpret, so he followed the other man.

"I can't say I like us splitting up at the very first opportunity after reunion again, but indeed I was about to point out that it doesn't feel right to me to leave my former 'co-workers' behind after they have helped us. Bypassing all those guards means that they'll live another day to keep imprisoning those we have left behind."

The gang leader by now made a fairly dead impression, and a rather deprived-of-all-items one, too. The other slaves were still in the cavern and it was easy to pick up the tension that had built up. It almost seemed as if Fyr was disrupting a heated debate about whether to stay here and wait or to break out when he raised his booming voice.

"Listen, people! We've got work to do..." Fyr reached for the digging tool he had grabbed earlier and raised it, at least as far as he could without his arms ramming it against the cavern's ceiling. "And that work is to shove our shovels up those demonfolk stomachs! They want mushrooms ? Well, how about turning them into mushrooms by leaving their bodies here to rot! Who's with us ?"

𝕯𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊 ✦ 𝔞 𝔤𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔠 𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔶 𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶

	VARANDAS VARANDAS _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ ▮▮▮▮▮║▮▮▮▮▮ EXPLORER/// ║ PROWLER NIGHTKIN//// ║ THRALL

Varandas

V A R A N D A S
V A R A N D A S

T H E S K E L E T O N T H E S K E L E T O N _______________________________________________ "Quote." T H E S K U L L T H E S K U L L N A M E ║ Varandas A G E ║ 32 (born 99973, turned 99996) G E N D E R ║ Male, him. Some disrespectfully say 'it' though. R A C E ║ Nightkin S U B -R A C E ║ Thrall (Adamant Orc) M A G I C ║ ⬤ T H E S P I N E T H E S P I N E T O W N ║ Antranach R E G I O N ║ Wasting Whites P O P U L A T I O N ║ 1,023 C E N S U S ║ Mainly Nightkin and Orcs T R A D E ║ Mining N A M E S A K E ║ Name of a particularly large gemstone found in the region. Reason why the mining town of Antranach was formed. ✦ ✦ ✦ P A R E N T ║ Zupaugh (former Orc parent) P A R E N T ║ Ragash (former Orc parent) C R E A T O R ║ Madawc (the Lich who turned him) L I M B S L I M B S W E A P O N ║ Primitive, improvised sword. A R M O R ║ Thick, shaggy robes T R I N K E T ║ Large, red-ish crystal stuck in his chest. C O N T E N T S P E C K S ║ 1 peck = 1 dollar B A C K P A C K ║ ///✦ Add as many ///✦ As you need ///✦ But no weapons ///✦ or armor

T H E F L E S H & M U S C L E T H E F L E S H & M U S C L E 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖗 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖗 S U B L C A S S ║ P R O W L E R People draw strength from being firmly embedded into all kinds of structures, be it socially, in the military or religious. Yet as advantageous as this can be, it can also be a constraint. Not being entangled in so many tethers means you can fall with nothing to catch you, but you can also rise to heights otherwise out of your reach. Treading carefully enough, a prowler might find the next change in life he can both survive and profit from greatly. ▮▮▮▮▮ ║ ▮▮▮▮▮ SKILLS UNNATURAL HUNGER ║ While liches require to drink blood and eat flesh solely for nourishment, the thralls have another use for it. It's what keeps their body from decaying, and makes their countenance more vibrant. Meaning that they usually overindulge if they wish to remain as normal looking as possible. Eating flesh or drinking blood, will give 1-3 temporary HP depending on the freshness and amount. TAKE ANOTHER STAB ║ If you mess up, you can center yourself and call upon steady hands and a clear mind to try a challenge again. Once a delve, you can reroll anything that required a coin flip. ✦ ✦ ✦ TOXIC BLOOD ║ RANK 1 EXPERTISE ║ ATTACK ║ MELEE Given Varandas' diet and his overall... constitution..., his body has started to produce some substances even monsters should be afraid of. One just needs to apply them. Deals 1 health damage to himself, but bolsters his or somebody else's next attack by 2 health damage should it succeed. REANIMATED BEHEMOTH ║ RANK 1 EXPERTISE ║ AID ║ UTILITY Stale air and flooded areas are treacherous things, but only as long as you need to breathe a lot. Maybe it's a good thing this former Orc doesn't. Is less impeded/limited by bad air and capable of feats of strength in non-combat related situations, e.g. lifting blockades, carrying stuff or cracking open a rusty door. FROM THE DEEPEST, DARKEST ABYSS ║ RANK 1 EXPERTISE ║ EXPLORATION ║ SELF A busy, deep and widespread mine is sort of a dungeon of its own. In these dark tunnels, you get either a good eye and orientation or in trouble. Has a keen sense of where to go and might more easily spot dangers imposed by the environment itself. Y O U R B R A I N & N E R V E S Y O U R B R A I N & N E R V E S S T U D Y ║ ///✦ ANTRANACH MINES ║ This is no place to go unless you're ready for the most challenging of physical hardships. /// 99989 - 99996 ///✦ THE TURNING - MADAWC ║ Varandas' current state is not the result of any malicious act, but of an accident at work. He just wouldn't have survived with one of those fancy crystals sticking out of his chest without some very drastic and immediate measures. He was lucky enough to have the right person around in Antranach to actually have that choice. ///99996 E X P E R I E N C E ║ ///✦ MERCENARISM ║ Not everybody needs a sellsword, some just need individuals with the right set of skills. After the incident in the mines, Varandas put his new state and knowledge to the test in both official research expeditions and some private ventures. ///99997 - 100005 Y O U R S O U L & H E A R T Y O U R S O U L & H E A R T ✦ GOOD-HEARTED ✦ NOSY ✦ INTELLIGENT ✦ STUBBORN ✦ P E R S O N A L I T Y ║ Varandas has made the decision that his sudden turn into a Thrall shall not serve as a petty excuse to give up his former standards of morale. He has had coworkers working just as hard as him, a family that tried to care for him albeit being hundreds of miles away, and even friends in that tiny, artificial settlement high in the mountains. Many of those hadn't been able to cope with his new way of existing and turned away from him, but how's he supposed to regain their trust if he just gives up himself ? He still likes to make friends, to have a good feast in a tavern or to just enjoy life. Varandas also does, however, quite often feel his patience stretched to the limit by just how superficially and ignorantly he thinks people tend to approach him now. And he hasn't truly managed to lose his bad habits while just maintaining the good ones either. ✦ V A A R A E ✦ ✦ V A A R A E ✦ D E V O T I O N ║ While his turning happened under the watchful eyes of Ghaaris, Varandas still remembers his Orcish origins. One might argue that Vaarae has made their kind waiting for justice far too long already, but she still represents their hope that the struggle might end one day. Varandas' turn into a Nightkin only helped him to learn about yet another fate partly forced onto people by the elves. If there is anyone he really hates, then it is those with the pointed ears. If he was certain that Vaarea would accept that kind of sacrifice, he would have a hard time resisting the temptation to offer her elven blood. For now however, he prefers to light one more candle than would be necessary to combat a lack of light alone. M O T I V A T I O N & I M P E T U S M O T I V A T I O N & I M P E T U S Legend has it that the Nightkin's existence can basically be tracked back to nothing else than a single item that's been waiting to be found. If a single thing can do that, then something, and not someone, might also have caused the recent trouble in Ordai’el. It has to be powerful then... and be up for the grabs! Powerful always implies valuable. Even if there's not the one thing, there might still be many other, smaller things... Secondly there's also simple logic. Logic dictates that no matter what's the cause of the events in and around Ordai’el, there's no telling that they will stay there forever. What if they spread ? What if this is just the beginning of something far larger, far more terrible ? Yes, going in there is very risky, but not doing so might be, too. Having the choice between taking a risk and taking a risk, Varandas simply prefers going down the route that's bound to have the better outcome at the end should the risk not realize itself. T H E T R A P P I N G S T H E T R A P P I N G S A P P E A R A N C E ║ Once undamaged, green-ish skin has turned pale gray and withered. The tusks of his Orcish past have worn away, but the array of smaller, razor-sharp teeth is just as good for consuming large quantities of flesh. There is nothing left on his scalp to create a fancy hairstyle with, but the pair of sunken eyes that constantly emits a dim glow not unsimilar in color to the large piece of mineral his chest has worked its way around would take the attention away anyway. His fingers do not really have sharp tips, but their shape still invokes the silent threat of potentially tearing things apart. In short: He might be considered ugly as hell. Or miraculous. At least he tries not to present more of his naked self by consequently wrapping the latter in a thick layer of cloth, but said layer is in an obvious state of dilapidation. Speaking for a lack of coin rather than a lack of care might be the fact that his 'sword', upon closer inspection, has more semblance to a long, sturdy piece of sheet metal sharpened on both edges by himself than to a proper blade. Whether he'd need this masterpiece of mechanical butchery to hurt somebody ? He might just throw all of his now undead, but still well-fed and even more muscled Adamant Orc's height and weight into things. I N J U R Y ║ INJURY MAP

The Mystery (WolfLover + Fetzen)

Valentin, quite literally, did come back very much empty handed: "Nothing." he replied with shrugging shoulders, not sure himself whether he should become angry about this mess or just resignate. "I've found a bunch of 'A's with sequentially ascending numbers, but no 'B's and certainly no combination of these two. I guess..." Suddenly, he stopped dead in his verbal tracks. [color=darkgoldenrod]"Oh... of course! What if we can't find any 'A3B' because it's not a room, but just part of a room ? Like 'A3', sub-section 'B' ? Would suit those bureaucrats..."

A bunch of other people walked nearby, heavily laden with all sorts of papers and talking about stuff that could only appear utterily random to the unfamiliar observer. One of them turned their heads as if having heard Valentin's complaint, but no other reaction followed.

"I suggest we just go straight into 'A3' and see what's inside. If we disturb anything, we just blame it on our most favorite doorman around here. I guess you know whom I mean..." Valentin did not even truly wait for a response, but turned around on his heel and started going into the direction he had come from again. Apparently, the 'A's were all located there just like the 'C's were arranged where Amara had searched previously.

If Amara would follow him, they'd both end up in front of a door that looked as insconspicuous as its two neighbours left and right. The usual, small sign on the wall next to it was the only thing giving it the designation 'A3', and Valentin barely paid it any more attention when just pulling at the door handle. The room separator was surprisingly heavy and took some effort to move, but it would probably take both of them more effort to adapt to the rather stale air that waited for them behind it. One could tell at first glance that this room was not designed for visitors coming in frequently, because there was no such thing as a counter or seats for people waiting. This looked like a quite regular office with every tiny bit of space dedicated to work. Two people were in sight and one of them turned his head, presenting them with a stern and no less skeptical look. Yet, even before the man could say anything, Valentin opened his mouth: "Apologies. We are looking for room A3B. Is this to be found in here and if not, would you be so kind to give us directions ?"

𝔇𝔢𝔩𝔳𝔢 | A Gothic Fantasy Dungeon Delving RP in an Soulsborne Style World

Very intrigued I am.

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

Fýr

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Fyr patiently waited as the injuries some of the others had sustained were taken care for. To him, that healing magic felt like something on the verge of a miracle. He had not really seen such a thing before -- in the village he came from, injuries were usually treated using herbs and other methods coming from decades, if not centuries of tradition. Not quite as fast as Gwyn's magic, he had to admit silently.

Speaking of Gwyn... Was she a noble ? Those things around her feet must have cost a lot! Yet still the general design was not entirely unfamiliar to Fyr. He had seen similar shoes before the few times he had visited one of the larger cities of his homeland and made a mental note about asking her about this later, but right now it felt a little inadequate to start a small talk while they were still in grave danger.

Fyr gave a dedicated nod and gentle smile in Gwyn's direction, then looked over to the stairs she mentioned. "We should decide on who goes first. I doubt they are broad enough to do anything else than go up one after another." Who knew if new guards were already waiting for them at the upper end or close by ? They should have the room to use their weapons properly -- and enough sight. If he went first, he'd probably block everybody else's vision.

He peeked onto the map and frowned. "I wish the parchment would tell us where our stuff is..."

Knights of the Lich Light

I'm quite intrigued.

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

Fyr

Sometimes, probably, it was a good thing to be heads taller than everybody else. In this case, Fyr felt like his height just saved him from everybody seeing the confusion in his face as the scenery unfolded in front of his eyes.

The one man, Dalious, seemed to have diverted a tad too much of the daily mushroom production into his own mouth. Of course that was assuming that these damn things actually had any fancy properties similar to fly agarics and not just their excruciatingly bad taste and little nutritional use! At least that was what Fyr hoped in this very moment, because otherwise he'd have to learn to live with the man's somewhat... exuberant ?... attitude. Or was he just judging things way too harshly right now because he hadn't had anything real to eat for weeks ?

The first of the two women to introduce herself to him gave off a quite different first impression. Fyr gave Ashe an appreciating nod in response as well, but of course he was unable to understand all of the words from her he had picked up previously. Manzur ? Training ? He apparently was missing some pieces of the puzzle, but maybe that was not important right now anyway.

Speaking of importance, they still were in this damn cave and he had no idea about how deep even!

"Erm... hello everyone!" Was that simple statement awkward ? "So yes, I hope we can become friends!" and he gave everyone a brief look. "We should find our way out of here quickly though! Does anybody have any clue ?"

Fyr started looking at everybody's feet and tried to memorize how they and their shoes, if any, looked like. That would help him distinguish their own traces from those of the guards. Maybe following the traces on the ground would guide them somewhere...

The Five Senses - Second Arc (Accepting New Players!)

Týfurkh

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It was time to put a plan into action! In a moment when the Lord was not looking into his direction, Týfurkh rose from his chair and started approaching him from behind. It was a challenge to both make it look casual and to keep his footsteps halfway silent. He could feel the gaps opening between the floorboards as he stepped onto them and almost stumbled over one of those himself, but soon the distance between him and his target had been reduced to an appropriately small magnitude.

The Lord was on his way to the counter, but the position right ahead of him became occupied by another patron who happened to be just a tad quicker. This forced Ru'Tev to make a turn to the right towards the next free spot there, thereby causing his and Týfurkh's paths to intersect.

His chance! It seemed that in its neverending effort to cause as much discomfort and unhappiness for everyone in its range, the divergence sometimes just had to make compromises that actually caused other people to experience luck...

Týfurkh would have had enough time to notice the Lord's turn and to stop briefly or to just evade, but why should he when his goal was the exact opposite ? All it took was to pretend some terribly underwhelming reaction speed as if impaired by some degree of intoxication. Ru'Tev could maybe hear some noise from behind, but it was too late anyway. The man's right foot was buried beneath that of a walking tower just before the whole of the latter slammed into him. An outcry of pain and Týfurkh was convinced that his little maneuver had worked out perfectly. Maybe even a little too perfectly as he had been under the brief impression of something cracking slightly underneath his boot.

"I am so sorry! Have you been hurt ?" he adressed Lord Ru'Tev loudly, jumping back a bit.

Týfurkh expected a barrage of accusations and curses. He definitely would enjoy neither that nor the fact that half the tavern had already turned their heads towards him, but it was just a 'small' accident that the Lord had provoked! If Ru'Tev would just happily ignore this, he was probably also capable of surviving all eternity by just ignoring his death!

Kings and Killers: A Classical Fantasy Adventure (Chapter 1)

Fyr

@Spiffy

"Fyr." he answered with his usual, deep voice. "Fyr Harnann, but you can just call me Fyr." Saying this, Fyr blinked towards the knight. He really didn't care that much about his name and that was not just because he had learned a long time ago to stop fighting the fact that most people outside his homeland seemed to get the pronounciation wrong.

"Mind if I say that the name 'Bladewalker' suits you ? Given your admirable fighting style, I mean. I couldn't do that!" In front of his inner eye, Fyr imagined him even trying, coming to the conclusion that he'd already fail at gripping anything more delicate than a two-handed weapon because the handle might be a bit too small.

"Any suggestions on which route to take ? I could try to make a good guess, but that might take a few moments." Some sort of fire would definitely be good. Even a very small flame would move in the wind and tell where the latter came from. In any closed system of caverns, fresh air could only come in from one place: the exit!