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Vassals to an empty throne - Fantasy nation roleplay

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Vassals to an empty throne - Fantasy nation roleplay

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Vassals to an empty throne - Fantasy nation roleplay

Welcome to Vassals to an empty throne

Vassals to an empty throne is a fantasy nation roleplay set on the continent of Mycoria. The continent is ruled by the Arkronians, a race of human like people that came from beyond the sea. For hundreds of years the Arkronians have managed to remain in power and forced the other nations into vassalage. The rule of the Arkronians enforced peace to a continent that used to be engulfed in endless war. Now a mysterious disease is ravaging through the kingdom of Arkron and only affecting the people of Arkronian descent. With the power of Arkron in decline, the faith of Mycoria lies in the hands of its vassals.

Vassals to an empty throne is a roleplay in its most purest form. It is purely a collective storytelling experience. This roleplay is all about its participants telling stories within and expanding the setting of Mycoria. Vassals to an empty throne is not some play by post strategy game that you can win. Such views and mentality should be left at the door. So there are no mechanics, no stats, no dicerolls and numbers on a nationsheet are mostly irrelevant.

The history of Mycoria

Thousands of years ago the realm of Mycoria was ruled by chaos. Kingdoms and tribes warred each other for small patches of land and the people of Mycoria suffered greatly. Thousands of lives would perish in endless battles. Even in the times of peace, the peoples of Mycoria were not safe as bandits laid waste to village after village. Plundering the riches, raping the women and selling the children into slavery. Mycoria was a place of chaos and bloodshed.

Many believed that the permanent state of chaos was the destiny of the realm, that suffering the hardships was the destiny of the people. However destiny changed with the arrival of the men from beyond the sea. Thousands of ships landed on the western shores of Mycoria, bringing warriors, artisans, women and children. At first the people of Mycoria greeted these strangers with a sense of hostility, trying to drive these invaders back into the sea. However the only thing the people of Mycoria achieved was motivating the men from beyond the sea to put an end to the chaos that had reigned for thousands of years.

The men from beyond the sea established the kingdom of Arkron on the western peninsula and launched what would become known as the hundred year war of unification. Over a period of 100 years, the men from beyond the sea subjugated kingdom after kingdom, tribe after tribe until no nation of Mycoria remained independent. All nations were forced to become vassals to the Arkonian throne, ending thousand years of chaos and bloodshed.

Under Akronian rule, the nations of Mycoria found peace and the continent prospored. However not all were happy with being ruled by overlords from beyond the sea. On three occasions various nations rebelled against the men from beyond the sea. The first rebellion happened 400 years ago and was put down in a matter of months. Not enough nations joined the cause to overthrow the men from beyond the sea. The second rebellion lasted for 100 years and became known as the century of chaos. The century of chaos came to an end with the decisive victory of King Amon-Mar III of Akron over the rebel forces at the battle of Tallingan Forest.

The 3th rebellion is still fresh within the minds of the people of Mycoria. Many elderly who are alive today still have memories of that eventful time as it only happened 50 years ago. Once again various kingdoms rose up against their overlords and in a matter of months the rebels managed to score a string of military victories unprecedented. For the first time since the arrival there was a good chance that the rule of the men from beyond the sea would finally be broken. However the allies struggled to reach an agreement on how to shape the continent after the defeat of the Arkronians. Fearful of sliding back into the times of chaos, the kingdom of Vulpinia secretly defected to the side of the Akronians and lured the rebel forces into an ambush. The betrayal of Vulpinia went down in the history books as the greatest betrayal of all time.

Now 50 years after the betrayal, Mycoria stands once again at the crossroads of destiny. Ravens were sent to all the vassals of Arkron with the news that King Amon-Mar IV had passed away due to a mysterious illness. All vassals were invited to attend the inauguration of his son Rakon-Da as the new king of Arkron, overload of the realm. However rumours start to spread that Rakon-Da has fallen ill as well and is currently in a comatose state. Others whisper that the royal family are not the only ones who are suffering from this mysterious disease. Some reports claim that the men from beyond the sea are dying in the streets by the dozens each day. Needless to say that the realm of Mycoria is about to reach a turning point in their history.

Rules

• Understand that this is a storytelling experience and that the participants are here to work together writing awesome stories.
• Be cool, friendly and communicative to your fellow roleplayers.
• Use common sense when creating nations.
• Post at least once a week.
• Follow the guild rules.
• Listen to the GM.

Lore

Magic
Magic is an integral part of the world of Mycoria. Many try to practise magic but only a very few master the art. This makes magic rare and powerful yet the scope of it’s application can be rather limited. Magic for instance cannot wipe out entire armies or grant someone the strength to defeat a thousand soldiers. Magic can come from different sources but never from within. No one on Mycoria is born with magic. However magic is granted by sources from beyond the mortal realm. Those sources grant a character some magical powers but at the same time can take it away if they feel displeased by how the practitioner uses his newly found abilities.

Technology
Technology in Mycoria has not advanced very much. Gunpowder does exist but gunpowder weapons are very rare. Concepts such as national identity are alien to the inhabitants of the continent and people are more likely to identify themselves with their village or clan then with a nation. Although there are great works of engineering on the continent. Machinery is mostly a foreign concept and inventions such as the steam engine beyond the wildest dreams of the sages.

Established races

Players are encouraged to develop and pick their own races. Standard fantasy races such as humans, elfs, dwarfs, halflings and orcs are all fine. The general guidelines are that the races must resemble humans in their capabilities and how they live. In short, they must live on land, eat food, drink water, breath air walk on two legs and be in a decent size range compared to humans. Avoid races that are warped demons, that fly, live underwater or live in total hellscapes that are inaccessible to others.

Arkronians: The Arkronians are also known as “the men from beyond the sea”. Arkronians mostly resemble humans to a large degree. However they tend to be of longer build with male ones roughly being in the range of 200 to 220 centimeters. Females tend to be smaller. The Akronian skin is recognizable by its grey color. Not every Arkronian has the same greyscale. This has led to the proverb that there are as many shades of grey as there are Arkronians. Arkronians do not have bodily hair. Their scalps are bald and facial hair in the form of beards, moustaches or eyebrows are absent.

Vulpin: The Vulpin are a race of anthropomorphic bipedal fox like creatures. They often have thick coats of fur, brushy tails and fox heads. There are many variations in fur color, shape of the head and ears and other features. Often such features are tied to a certain Vulpin clan. The Vulpin tends to be slightly shorter than average humans with mail Vulpins often being around 170 centimeters long. The Vulpin have gained huge notoriety with their betrayal during the 3th rebellion. It has led to the proverb “shifty as a Vulpin”.

Application

Interested? Great! Just post in this topic that you're interested. I'm not overly picky on who's joinging this roleplay as long as they understand that this is a collaborative story telling experience. I don't really want armchair general mentality of playing to win (which is not possible because this is not a game). That just derails things with pointless discussions. Once 3-4 people have expressed their interest I'll put up the OOC and we can start creating our nations. As you proberbly have noticed two area's of the map have already been claimed. One is for the kingdom of Arkron, the supreme overloards of the realm and the other is for the kingdom of Vulpinia, those treacherous Vulpin who made sure that those damned men from beyond the sea remained in power.

Nation sheet

Name:
Flag:
Quick description of your nation:
The side your nation was on during the 3th rebellion: Either with the throne or with the rebels
Population/races:
Culture/society:
Religion:
History:
Government:
Economy:
Military:
Territory:
Factions:
Characters:

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Finn

Location: Alexi’s / Lover’s lake / Campsite
Time: morning
Interacting with: Damian Crawford@FunnyGuy
Mentions: Liam Donovan@helo

Before Finn had the chance to leave Alexi’s the black haired fellow at the bar asked him to wait. What came next was a big surprise. The young wolf turned around and stared at the man with a mild shock on his face. How did he figure that out? This is Alexi’s, he’s not supposed to be capable of sensing his supernatural side inside this joint. Subconsciously Finn touched his wristband as his eyes tried to see if this fellow was wearing one too but he couldn’t see. Even more concerning was the fact that the young wolf still could not sense anything from the dude at the bar. Finn was clearly still under the spell of people who ran this bar.

After a few seconds the young wolf regained his composure from the sudden revelation from the man at the bar. For a moment he eyed the man, searching for a way that he could determine what he was. Was the black haired dude truly a lycanthrope as his wording suggested? But Finn knew that as long as he remained in Alexi’s he could never truly confirm it. ”Got some business in this town, not intending to stay in this hole afterwards.”

Finn waited to open the door. He didn’t trust the man and did not want to give him too much information so he deliberately skipped answering his question about being in a pack. However his surprised reaction the the question probably had given away more than he intended. One more time the young man turned around and spoke before he stepped out into the pouring rain. ” Thanks for the advice and have a nice day”

With the rain pouring down on his head Finn wondered if he had made the right decision to walk away from the bar. Quickly the young wolf shaked off this eerie feeling and put in his earbuds again only to notice that his music has shifted away from slayer to ‘Gonna fly now’, a movie score. ” I guess I should find some stairs to climb now” murmured the young man to himself as he started to run east. Finn quickly picked up his pace, passing pedestrians and joggers as he made his way to the bridge and crossed the stream at road 68.

Finn had planned his route in advance. He knew where to go from studying a map at Alexi’s. After crossing the bridge, the young wolf took a turn right and took a trail that ran parallel to the stream towards lover’s lake. Mud was splashing all around as his powerful steps projected him forward through the rain.. For a moment Finn thought that had might have been wiser to run in town rather than take this muddy trail. Now he would be all soaked and muddy when he’d arrive at his destination. But that was nothing a shower and a change of clothes couldn’t fix.

With lover’s lake in sight Finn knew he was getting closer to the campgrounds. Subconsciously the young man picked up his pace even more as he hoped he might find some answers at the wolfpack that was residing there. With firm steps the young wolf dashed alongside the lake, jumping over some long haired hobo that was sleeping under a windbreaker that was sleeping near the lake as he continued to follow the trail. It was only a matter of minutes that Finn had circled the lake and made his way to the road again.

The young man used the last mile to the campground as a cool down. The entrance to the campground was all quiet. Finn walked up to and placed his feet firmly onto the ground to do some post workout stretching. Suddenly the snapping of a twig broke the peaceful silence that the forest provided. As the young wolf turned around he spotted 3 men who didn’t look too happy to see him.

The typical scent of lycanthropes filled the air as the small group of persons quickly surrounded the young man that was stretching his muscles near a tree. Finn smiled as he realized that he had probably found the pack Boris belonged to. ” Good morning, I hope you don’t mind that I finished my stretching first? You know, you always need to do a good cooldown after a workout, otherwise you risk injury”

The youngest of the group stepped forward and pushed Finn against the tree and shouted “Quit fooling around! Who are you and what is your business here!”

Before Finn had even a time to respond one of the older people dragged the youngster off him and pushed him aside. He turned to his younger companion and gave him a quick angry stare. “Go get Liam, now!”. The young man growled as he sprinted towards the campgrounds.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Finn

Location: Alexi’s
Time: morning
Interacting with: Damian Crawford@FunnyGuy

“I can kill you if you like”. Those words resonated through the young wolf’s head. What was this dude thinking? Was he picking a fight? Finn found it incredibly hard to read if the black haired man was joking or serious. At first look you’d think that this patron would be one of the regulars. The kind that enter on opening and leave totally wasted at closing hour but the man was far to clean looking to fall in that category. Not to mention he seemed to be distant to the bartender. From some no-life alcoholic you’d expect a sense of defeatism in his voice and body language and yet he came across as calm and confident. As if he was convinced of his own superiority. His presence in Alexi’s gave off an eerie vibe.

For a moment Finn observed the man, as if he somehow could figure out what he was and what brought him to this place. Not that it worked, this was Alexi’s and the owner made sure that any trace of the supernatural would be masked as long as people where in the bar. The big question was, where did this eerie vibe fit into Finn’s list of priorities he wrote down earlier. Somewhere down at the very bottom or not at the list at all. In the end, this odd fellow was nothing more then a distraction and yet the young wolf’s gut feeling was that he could not be trusted and that he was here with a purpose. Although he doubted that the purpose would involve himself.

Finn decided to let it go. Whatever the dude came for was not his business and sticking his nose into it would only distract him from what truly mattered. The young wolf sighed and replied with a sarcastic undertone “Not much, maybe a picture of you that I can hang on the wall, just as a small reminder to do whatever it takes to not end up like some dud downing shots at 10 a.m. in some run down bar.” Finn paused a bit as he walked to the door, turning one more time to the strange fellow at the bar and spoke“ Enjoy your drinks and have a nice day.”

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Finn

Location: Alexi’s
Time: morning
Interacting with: Damian Crawford@FunnyGuy

“Beep….Beep……..beep…….beep” The sound of an alarm clock left the speakers of a cellphone to force a young wolf to start his day. Soon the beeping sound was accompanied by a mild groan as an arm reached for the cellphone from underneath the blankets. With a quick slide Finn ended that agonizing sound that forced him to leave his moment of slumber. His sleepy eyes stared at the lit up screen for a second. 9 am, zero messages, no missed calls. Still no word from his brother.

With he beeping sound gone, the lone wolf noticed how quiet it was. No sounds of his father talking agitated on the phone, no sound of his mother making breakfast in the kitchen with the tv on. Just an eerie silence. For the first time Finn realized he was all alone. No parents to take care of him. No pack to have his back, no coach to train him and no friends to hang around with. It was just him alone in a town he didn’t know and a world he did not understand. Finn knew one thing, and that is that Ember Grove was nothing like New York.

The young wolf left his bed and moved towards the small bathroom. The bathroom was nothing special, just a run down shower that hasn’t had an update since the 1970’s, a small sink with a mirror with a big crack in the center above it and a toilet. Finn looked in the mirror and watched his reflection while murmuring. ”It’s only us buddy. All on our own in some shitty little town. I better get my act together and set my priorities straight.” He knew that if he would not get a daily routine, the wolf would grow bored and slip back into old habits of causing trouble and petty crimes.

After splashing some water in his face Finn grabbed a sheet of paper and a pen from his bag and started to write things down. ‘Priority 1: Find Mike, Priority 2: Prepare for next fight, Priority 3: Get additional source of income, Priority 4: Make friends/find pack?’ Once the young wolf was finished writing things down, he taped the piece on the door. Finn always wrote such stuff down. It was an exercise his brother had taught him. The young wolf needed it because his energetic mind would often go in a new direction every 10 seconds. This way Finn reminded himself of what truly was important.

Next up Finn opened his gym bag and grabbed a bunch of papers from it and spread them out on the small table in his room. He quickly grabbed the sheets with his training schedule and read them trough. Running, rope jumps and other physical activities where easy to do in Ember Grove but sparring and technique training would be more difficult to achieve. Maybe some local gym had a decent coach but most gym’s don’t really run practice sessions on the level for professional competition. Finn knew all to well that he still had to train hard regardless the circumstances. Losing a match isn’t such a big deal but losing a match because you are not properly fit due to lack of training could end his career before it would have taken off.

The young wolf quickly started his pre breakfast training routine with some stretching before moving on to the part with the pushups, sit-ups and squatting. Usually he would do rope jumps as well but since Alexi’s was located in an older building the young wolf believed is was better to do it outside. Once he was finished with the first part of his exercise routine Finn quickly put on his grey jogging suit and grabbed his cellphone and earbuds. He quickly cycled through his music and put on Slayer’s Reign in Blood album and made his way downstairs. Nothing beats Slayer when it comes to doing an 8 mile run.

His plan was to do a run towards the campground and see if he could find Boris’s pack but as Finn opened the door to the bar area he noticed that the first patron had already entered to get his morning booze or something. He could not really hear what the black haired dude was talking about due to slayer’s raining blood was blasting in his ears but noticed that the atmosphere was rather tense, as if something was about to happen. The young wolf quickly unplugged his earbuds and waved at the bartender and the black haired patron. “uhm, good morning? I guess”

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Boris & Finn

Time: Night
Location: Road 68
Interactions: Boris @Kkushmar, Finn @Milkman

Boris raised his eyebrow, not sure what the other wolf was doing and why he was talking like that. Sure it was easier to follow what he was saying, but the only reason he struggled following what was being said before was because he was bombarded with a bunch of questions all at once, and now he’s struggling to understand why the man is speaking in slow motion. “Why you s..speak like that?” he asked.

Finn was surprised by the question of his companion. The young man was sure that the wolf in front of him was struggling with the english language. But maybe he was wrong. It could be the accent that had thrown him off or the fact that this stranger didn’t seem to speak that much. But it became clear to Finn that he had more or less misinterpreted the situation. It him feel a bit stupid as it made the conversation a little bit awkward. The young wolf smiled and scratched the back of his head as he spoke at his regular speed again. “I thought you didn’t understand english that well but it seems I was wrong. Kind of stupid of me, isn’t it?”

Boris shrugged. He didn’t really think anything of it because he did struggle with the language. “It’s hard to understand when you ask a lot of q..questions.” Annoyed with his stutter, he still avoided eye contact with Finn.

The young wolf could totally understand that mr bloodsoaked shirt found him hard to understand. Finn was an energetic talker afterall. The man in front of him wasn’t the first one to ever tell the young lad to slow down or outright shut it. Finn laughed Yeah, I can understand that. I kind of have this habit of talking a lot and talking fast. Just let me know when I’m going too fast or need to shut it, ok?” The young wolf waited a bit before he continued talking. Finn tried hard to not talk too fast without sounding forced or making things awkward. I still haven’t got your name. You have a name, right?”

“Boris.” was all he said. Boris wondered if he had been too trusting with his name that night. First was the vampire on the beach, Helene, and now it was this strange and curious wolf. For all he knew, he could have been giving his name to those who might seek to harm him and his pack. He then looked back toward the forest in which he pointed at earlier, and shook his head. He wasn’t sure how to explain what happened because he never bothered to find out. “Wolf make distress call. I come. I k..kill Vampire… Wolf goes back to camp with alpha.” he paused for a second, thinking about what he said and then corrected himself. “Two alpha.”

Finn grabbed his car key and opened the door of his Ford Explorer. The young wolf had bought the car from the money that came with his first professional kickbox contract. It sounded like a sound investment at the time. A reliable set of wheels was needed because he needed to drive across most of the country for his fights. However that was when he was still living with his parents. Since his father wasn’t too keen on Finn going to look for his brother, his trip to Ember Grove seemed to be a one way trip. For a moment Finn second guessed his decision. However his mind was soon focussed on the present again. Nice to meet you Boris. Hop in and point me the way to the camp. You’re living there as well, right?”

Finn sat down at the driver's seat and put the key in the contact. For a moment he thought about what Boris said about vampires. It was a strange story, the woods are generally not the place you would expect to run into vampires. However the young wolf did hear the howls and boris was covered in blood but not wounded. Maybe Finn was too trusting for his own good to this stranger, however for now he was the only lead on other wolves he had in this town. Not to mention that the old guy talked about two Alpha’s. The prospect of asking around in two packs for his brother was far too good to pass up. Not to mention that the young wolf was confident in his own capabilities.

Realizing that he had been asking a lot of questions without telling much about himself Finn continued to speak. “I heard the call as well, that is why I kind of drove this way into the woods. I’m not from around here and just arrived in this town. I’m looking for my brother who moved to Ember Grove about a year ago. Maybe he’s part of your pack or someone in your pack knows him.” For a moment the young wolf stared at the steering wheel of his car as he realized that he had put himself on a wild goose chase without any plan or second thought. Just thinking about his brother and what might have happened made Finn impulsive.

Boris started fidgeting with a rock between his toes, and raised his arm up to scratch the back of his head. “I can't,” he said. The thought of going inside the vehicle made him feel very uneasy - just getting close to one brings back memories of being caged up in transport vehicles. Furthermore, he didn’t know if to trust this werewolf who was very keen on entering his pack’s territory. Liam would not approve of it… But at the same time, they do seek out wolves without a pack, and this one could very much be it. He groaned. He very much hated having to think about what would be the responsible thing to do. He leaned against the car and lowered his head to see Finn who was already inside, and made eye contact with him for the first time. “Do you have a pack?”

Boris’s question took Finn by surprise. The man hadn’t spoken much, let alone inquire about the situation. The man’s question forced the young wolf to think about his situation. He left the house against his father’s wishes and those who leave the pack's territory without permission are not really allowed to return. Not really, i think. I left the territory of my pack to search for my brother against the orders of my father. He’s the kind of man that doesn’t allow you to return. So I guess i’m a stray now”

For a moment Boris just looked at him intensely, as if trying to read his mind. Finally he sighed and just pointed toward the road. “Just go s..s..straight.” He stuttered. Paused for a moment to recollect himself before continuing. “When you get to the general campsite place… you’ll be able to s..smell them. Follow the s..smell.” Liam is either going to be happy, or annoyed, he thought. Boris then backed away from the car. “Thanks for the offer, by the way.” At the thought of another stray being helped the way he was when he got here, he shot Finn a genuine smile.

Finn noticed the intense stare that Boris gave him. As if he had a hard time to make up his mind. A stranger asking where to find his pack might come off a little suspicious. Some alpha’s tend to be rather territorial. A trait the young wolf recognized in his father. If Boris’s alpha was anything like his father Boris might feel reserved about disclosing the location of his pack. None the less the man gave Finn some directions, something the young man was very grateful for. ”Thanks a lot Boris. It’s cool that you’re helping me out. I hope I won’t cause you any trouble”

As Boris backed away from the car Finn realized they still hadn’t solved one problem. The big man was still walking around in his bloody shirt and on his way to town. It was clear that the wolf didn’t want a ride. Maybe he suffered from car sickness or something. However Boris had helped him out by telling where Finn could find the pack so the young wolf felt that he should do something in return. The young wolf quickly pulled off his gray t-shirt with his gym’s logo (Wolfe Gym N.Y.C) on the front and handed it to Boris Here, it’s probably not your size but bit will draw less looks then walking around in a bloody shirt. Don’t worry about me, if I get any questions I’ll just tell them that I met some chick at a college party and had to run when her boyfriend entered the room.” Finn paused a bit before speaking once more. ”You’ve helped me out a lot, thanks for that. See ya around!”.

The young wolf closed the door of his car and drove back to Alexi’s. He’d get some weird looks when he entered through the front door of the bar and some drunk elderly lady whistled to him before making some remarks that he could be her toyboy. Finn politely declined the ladies offer and went straight to his room. Once more he looked on his phone to see if he had received any text or call from his brother Mike but nothing. With some quick finger sliding Finn set his alarm. Only 4 hours of sleep and then he should start his morning training routine.

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Finn

Location: Road 68
Time: Night
Interacting with: @Kkushmar Boris

Finn was waiting for the response to all his questions but the man in front of him looked rather flabbergasted. As if he did not understand the English language. Or maybe he was more of the strong and silent type. However when the first worlds left the bloodied man’s mouth at least one of Finn’s questions got answered. The man in front of him spoke with a tick accent. In Finn’s mind, the man’s accent kind of reminded him of Ivan Drago from Rocky IV. So maybe murder hobo from the deep dark forest was Russian.

The young wolf found it rather odd how the stranger in front of him avoided eye contact for most of the time. Maybe it was how they did things where he came from or maybe the stranger struggled with the idea that others noticed him. Whatever it was, bloody shirt man was a strange encounter. However one word that the man spoke peaked Finn’s interest, Vampires. The young wolf deliberately started to speak way more slowly then he normal would. ”So… you… where…in…. a…..fight….with vampires?.....Why?”. Finn paused a bit to wait for the man to respond when he suddenly realized that he had asked for another shirt.

”You….need…..another….shirt,…..right? Said Finn as he walked back to his car. He wasn’t sure how well Finn’s clothes would fit bloody shirt man. The guy looked like he was at least two weight categories above him. Wearing a shirt from Finn would look ridicules on the man. But at least it would draw less attention then walking around in a blood soaked shirt. Finn put his keys in the lock of the trunk of his car and watched how it opened. The young wolf’s eyes stared at a dark and empty place as he realized he had left his bags in the room at Alexi’s. Crap! Sorry, no shirt. I’ve left everything in town at my room.. Finn paused a bit as he realized he was talking fast again.

For a moment Finn thought about how he could help the stranger get into town without drawing a lot of unwanted attention. There was really just one way to do it. Finn started to speak slowly again ”Sorry….no…..shirt. I…can…offer….you….a…..ride…..back…..to……town.” But before Finn opened his car he suddenly realized that the man in front of him hasn’t given his name yet. ”So…what…..is….your……name?

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Finn

Location: Road 68
Time: Night
Interacting with: @Kkushmar Boris

Finn stared at the man in the distance, did he just saw a reflection in the man’s eyes? And then it struck the young wolf, how could he have missed it! The scent of a werewolf. Was he the one who howled earlier? Finn drove his car a little bit closer. Now the light of the car’s headlights where casting down upon the man who walked alone at night in the forest. Finn could now see the man clearly. His messy hair, wild beard and lack of shoes suggested that this fellow was some kind of hobo. Judging from his bloodied shirt, he could some murder hobo from the woods. That would make a decent B-grade slasher horror.

Finn got out of his car and could feel the tension in the air. The man in front of him had clearly noticed that he was a werewolf as well. Since the young wolf wasn’t a residence of the area, the wolf in front of him might perceive the young man as a treat to his territory. Not that it mattered to the young wolf, Finn wanted to know what happened in the woods and if his brother might be involved. Bloody shirt man might have some answers to the questions that where raging inside Finn’s head.

“Hey old guy, are you alright?” Said Finn with a friendly smile as he thought that the wolf in front of him was a lot older then Finn was. Lycanthropes had this funny aging thing. Mature ones could be decades older then they looked like. The downside of this was that humans regularly perceived Finn as a couple of years younger. That was one of the bonusses that pure bloods get when they are born.

Finn continued to fire his barrage of questions at the older wolf in front of him. What happened? Where you the one who howled? Where you hunting or in a fight? Are you alone? Where’s your pack? You’re part of a pack, right?” It took the young wolf some time to realize he was blabbering an nearly endless stream of vocal sounds onto what looked like an tired old man. Finn wasn’t sure why he was talking so much but he kind of had a habit of doing so in new situations. He paused his barrage of questions of a second and scratched the back of his head before speaking again I’m talking too much, right? I’ll shut up now…….. wait, I haven’t even introduced myself yet. That’s no proper etiquette. I’m Finn”

Ember Grove - Supernatural RP

Finn

Location: Road 68
Time: Past dusk
Interacting with:

Finn looked delighted as he watched Kyran bring him his pot roast. The young wolf didn’t had high expectations of the food in this bar but it sure smelled better then he had expected. Not to mention that the serving of meat was extra-large. After driving for more then 14 hours any meal would feel like a treat but this pot roast was beyond his wildest expectations.

As Finn gobbled it down in a fast pace he talked a bit to the owner of this joint about renting a room. That Viktor dude was a bit gloomy but at least the rooms where cheap. The wolf accepted the keys as he paid the bill and started to move his few belongings to what would be his new home for a while. Finn had left New York to search for his brother but the truth was that this wasn’t really a trip he could return home from.

His father was a stoic man and leader of the pack. He leads by example and strict regulations. Not leaving the pack’s territory without permission was one of them. If you do that, you’re not only leaving the territory but also leaving the pack. A one way trip Finn’s brother undertook a year ago. And now the young wolf was following in his elder brothers footsteps. Some might find it unlikely that wolfs leave their pack but some bonds go deeper then loyalty to an alpha. Some connections simply cannot be severed.

With his belly full of meat and his place for the night arranged Finn felt reenergized. He could as well start his search for his elder brother right now. He quickly asked for directions towards the university and walked towards his car. He could not help to notice the tick woods at the outskirts of Ember Grove. His ancestors had probably hunted in such forests, but Finn never had. He had lived all his live in New York City and he and his family just would go grocery shopping for their daily portions of protein. For a moment he wondered if there would life any werewolves in such forest but then he heard it. A faint howl in the distance. It could be his brother!

Finn crossed the stream at road 69 and started to move eastward along the river and soon took the right turn onto road 68. For a moment the young wolf stopped as he listened for more howls but there was only an aery silence along this dark forest road. Non the less the young man decided that he would continue his wild goose chase into the unknown. With a distant howl as the only clue to go on.

As Finn made his way deeper into the forest he could see the headlights of a car coming his way. Judging by the speed, they where in a hurry. As the car passed him the scent of blood filled his nose for a short moment. Something bloody has happened further up the road and maybe it involved his brother. His brother Mike could be in trouble.

Finn picked up his pace and started to run further and further away from the town. His eyes glowed yellow as he accessed his inner wolves powers as tried to get a scent on anything out of the ordinary. Then he noticed it, a man in the distance. “Shit! He could have seen my eyes ”