Omni5876

To Claim a Starting World

Arn felt the sudden change in the pelt he was petting. He had felt all along a sort of discrepancy between the man wolf and the natural world. As a person with a miniscule connection to the spirits of animals, he felt a sort of lasting tinge on the pelts. This could not be if the furs were linked to their still living bodies.

However, the tinge felt repressed, as if trapped or being overpowered by someone or something. After the initial concern of subduing the creature had passed. The experience hunter was able to focus on the actual animal thing against him. The animal ears though able to move, did not seem to have the same yield and consistency of the wolves they mimicked. They were much to rigid as if they were merely covering for a frame underneath.

Rasping, the man-wolf whined and rasped. "Nrrrr! Nrrrrrgghh!"

When the man wolf went limp, so did the furs. The dead weight of the person started to slide off Arn as one does off a bed. The more the big man tried to grab the furs the more the furs seemed to come loose. Soon, the hunter was putting more effort in keeping the creature on him thatn preventing the creature from getting off him.

Finding it ever difficult to grab hold of the unconscious creature, Arn shifted his body and settled it on the ground. He watched over the young healer as she worked her magic. Unknown to the hunter, she actually did work some magic into the wolf man. The only evidence of this was a slight prickling on the back of the hunter’s neck.

Yet as he watched, he noticed something strange. A wolf’s head would often fall to one side or the other as the muzzle was too heavy. The top of the wolf attempted to do this but he human jaws remained straight forward producing a strange contortion of the head.

Trying to correct this weird visage, the hunter grabbed hold of the head and felt it dislodge even further. Curiosity trumped caution and soon he found himself peeling the wolf skull free enough to notice that it was not permanently attached to the man below.

He turned towards Gwendolyn with a look of confusion and concern. Arn looked down at the creature with a small amount of distrust. However, the same dilemma assailed him. As animal or human, it still needed healing. Though the hunter did not doubt the young woman’s skill, he felt that a more experienced healer might increase the chances of survival of the creature.

“We must take it…him.. to your father.”

Rise of the Shield Hero - From Another World

Yeah life is life. I’m here until you kick me out or @Whoamibreaks my heart lol

Jewel of the Skies

Ok, so just to make sure I understand. The Viemese character you want me to make will have some sort of agenda? As you stated, you already have some evil players in the pot so should my player be more towards the goodish side?

I assume you are talking empire as territory grabbing and expansion or actually in regards to culture and stuff?

I totally agree with characters being in danger of death if not RPd correctly or if the situation presents itself. I will be honorable in my demise if it happens to come to that. I try to be true to what my character would do even if that means death. I have had to re roll plenty of DnD characters in the same campaign and do not meta if at all possible.

Regarding Folken and Ferenzanthe. Folken is the contemporary scholar that is referencing Ferezanthe who was alive during the War of Broken skies right?

I figure a learned person such as Tyrhallan might have a few books by famous scholars.

Speaking of Tyrhallan. I find it interesting IC that Tyrhallan and his Uncle are both knights and KI users. Perhaps magic is more hereditary than some may think? This might be the basis for my Viem character.

To Claim a Starting World

@Blizz temperamental teenage witches with no adult supervision? sounds like the Craft lol

Relics of the First Age

I shall work on my CS

Jewel of the Skies

Arn had just enough experience with noble women who have very little to do to know still harbor a smidge of concern for Eilis even if the two Venray men claimed she was fine. From his connection with her, the mage knew the poor girl would be detesting being the center of attention that only a rich and indulgent woman could provide.

He gave the elderly gentleman a slight nod as he followed beside Tyrhallan. They traversed a hall filled with paintings of scenes and personages who could or could not be ancestors and memories that were central to the Venray House.

His head almost suffered whiplash as he bowed acknowledgement to the staff that seemed to materialize from nowhere and recede in the same manner as if the house itself was magical and the servants were always on call.

"I am certain all this must overwhelm you. I suppose it strange to shift surroundings so suddenly..."

The Knight Captain was not kidding. Arn was used to the spartan surroundings of the barracks. Much more so the barracks that housed the Shootings Stars. Being mainly made up of lower birth conscripts the barracks had the barest of necessities to live. Indeed, the main sleeping area could probably have fit in the first room they entered.

This house, a simple convenient location from what Tyrhalland had hinted at, was perhaps a dream castle for the majority of the lads. Indeed, maybe even the most imaginative would have a hard time conjuring up the things that filled the house.

It was unsettling how the one called Hellspanwn was the utterly helpless as the man servant quite easily presented Arn with new sets of clothes. The outfits seemed to magically appear on his hands person and then a whirlwind later, another outfit would appear. Few ki enhanced knights could compare to the speed and efficiency at which the man navigated the vast dressing wardrobe which was purely Tyrhallan’s.

Even more amazing was the accurate assessment that Dannesh gave regarding their condition and whereabouts. It occurred to the Battle mage that the man’s skill extended beyond opening doors and sorting out things to wear. A man such as Tyrhallan would no doubt surround himself with skilled people.

The realization brought a new light to the Knight Captain. The man had managed to survive not only the battle field but also the covert and underhanded world of nobility which can be just as deadly. The master mage knew that living under the Venray house would test him in ways he could not have imagined.

"What do you prefer, Capes, Mantles or Coats?"
All the poor mage could manage was a lost look to answer the question. The mage never knew who had actually dressed him. Arn dejectedly stood there, little more than a doll being dressed by the two other men. His very existence had been reduced to that of a doll. When the pair was finally satisfied with their creation, the battle mage followed them back via astounding corridors to another parlor merely nodding his understanding of what the Knight Captain was saying.

He graciously accepted the glass offered to him and looked down at the liquid. Arn had very rarely touched alcohol. Many of the younger mages frequented the pubs and ale houses but the Master Mage was often busy with study or training. Still looking down, he swirled the liquid finding it oddly appealing.

Arn brought the cup up to his lips and took a smallish sip of the caramel-colored beverage. The reaction was a bit surprising. The taste was rich but not overpowering. A slight warmth was left by the path of the liquor as it made its was past his tongue down to his stomach.

The mage smiled amiably as father and son went back and forth. He would take a sip of his drink every now and then.

Uilles!"

Something in the Master Mage’s mind made him look up. The man who entered the room was obviously not in the best shape of his life. However, an air about him made the mage give this new arrival his undivided attention. What Arn felt was not fear but rather the recognition of something deadly. It was not an evil sensation instead, it was more of a certainty. The same way one is awed at the deadly beauty of a sword or the destructive power of one of the big guns in the air ships.

The tone that Tyrhallan took signaled the mage that this person was an old campaigner. The brave Knight Captain sounded almost apologetic as he recounted the tale. Arn himself could not help but a little ashamed that he had not been of much use in the encounter. This made the mage swallow hard and he followed the distaste of failure with a sip of brandy.

When the elder Venray’s eyes settled on him, it was all Arn could do to not turn away. Expert eyes sized him up and the mage had no doubt that Uilles Venray was more than capable of utterly destroying him in battle. Even in his current state, the man held the air of skill that the mage could not help but respect. He inclined his head slightly towards the elder man in deference but his eyes never lost sight of the other as if transfixed.

The arrival of the women folk captured the attention of all in the room. As the lady of the house fussed over the wounded ex knight Arn’s eyes were otherwise drawn towards Eilis. His eyes widened as if trying to take in all of her visage. The sounds of the family exchanging pleasantries all but background noise. In that moment, only Eilis existed.

His body involuntarily took a few steps forward as eager eyes wanted to drink in more of the sight before him. A smile started to form on the mage’s face. His voice sounded far away and almost as if he spoke to the wind.

"Young Miss Eilis is delightful, I am very happy you brought them here Tyrhallan, for I shall have difficulty parting with her again, but I dare say I am amazed that this old dress of mine still works its magic."

“Yes, it is magical indeed” He said out loud before realizing it.

A second or two passed then reality started to settle in. Arn cleared his throat and turning towards the lady of the house he bowed his gratitude. “My Lady and Lord Venray, allow me to express my gratitude at your most benevolent and magnanimous grace you have bestowed upon us.”

The mage was scrambling hard to know what etiquette dictated in this sort of situations. For the remainder of the party, this was nothing more than a family reunion. Protective instinct made him take a few more steps closer to Eilis.

To Claim a Starting World

@Blizz anything interesting? and open?

Pokemon: Medieval (18+)

@Lone Kitten sent you a PM did you see it?

To Claim a Starting World

@Blizz miss you what have you been doing with your RP life?

To Claim a Starting World

As if a switch had been toggled, the creature felt limp in the hunter’s grip. However, Arn was much too experienced to release him immediately. Prey always tried to trick predator’s into relaxing. Speed or cunning were required to survive in the wild and from the looks of it, this man wolf would do anything to survive.

The big man only loosened his grip enough to communicate that he did not mean any harm but kept enough positive control that he could easily detain the creature if he felt any sudden movement. Through his connection with the creature, Arn could feel the shallow rise and fall of the chest.

He knew that the bleeding probably had been aggravated from the struggle. He turned his attention to the young healer. Still trying to catch his breath he told her. “Can you treat him like this? I…am not sure…if putting him to sleep would be good. Too much ….blood lost.”

What he meant was that the hear was already having a hard time pumping the small amount of remaining blood. If the creature was given anything that would make the heart slow down, death could be a very real possibility.

Still catching his breath Arn now addressed the man wolf. “She is a healer. She can help. We will not hurt you.” His tone was soft, as if he was speaking to small hurt animal. Few knew that he cared very deeply about them.

Even as a hunter, he would only hunt out of need to survive and never in excess. He was so good with the bow as a way to prevent the prey from suffering. Unlike some other trappers who would let the animals die of hunger and exhaustion being left on the traps for days or longer.

The big man even went as far as to pat the ears. His curiosity was also in determining how it was possible for the creature to control the ears. Where man and best truly fused together? Being able to analyze now through his hands, the fur felt tough and bristly as if it was still alive unlike the softer quality it took on after it received no further nutrients from a living body.

“sh sh. It its ok. She will help” Arn told the creature comfortingly while shifting his body enough for the leg to be easily accessible to Gwendolyn while still having the creature semi immobilized.