PrinceAlexus

The Room

*Furia grabs a crossbow from their room and heads on out*
Il go check the traps close to room.
Should be something for fur or food.
*too busy jogging by to notice Iris much and more concerned about eating*

*Nonac nods cursing his wounded shoulder not liking use*
Damned vampire monster. One day I will have to settle that score.

*cooks some meat one handed stabing a knife into a hunk, holding over a hob till safe to eat and tearing into it like a Barbarian*

Still not like wild...
*sits down demolishing a large steak nut annoyed he not in a condition to hunt*

The Room

*Nonac sits down and looka grim *

A bearlord, warlord, reaver. He attack our lands, we fight, but tribe cannot beat large army. We scatter, he hunt us to death. Victory will be slow. But victory.

We will survive, they cannot last winter, they know not the land. We will return and reclaim lands when cold comes.

*Furia nods*
When winter come we hunt man, there supply lines, they need to cart food, ice, rock, there keeps will starve .

They know not hoe to hunt or endure in our homeland.

Bearlord.. We know him as the reaver, a great black bear, werelord.
Warlord, seeks only to kill.

The Room

*Furia looks at the woman unsure at the description of Horus.*

Place... We know, we not know this place, new. Not know of safe or not only that we hunted by bear lord.

*Nonac mods*
That... Not know what people he is. Name of Horus... We know nothing of this.. Eldari tribe...

We new to this area too. Yes vampier, we saw a beast who drink blood.. Shoot shard of glass...

Dangerous beast.
*groans slightly as shoulder took a heavy wound*
It too dangerous to slay alone.

The Room

*Nonac looks down at her heavy northern accent and shoulder bandaged crudely but effectively *

In wilds, of the Northern roots, there is no help. It is a wild land.

Gods not help... Man does, woman does. Clans help.
Why help... You closest to one of us.
You of this lands tribes not vampir, not metalic deamon or mage. Help because a old oath demand it. Once sworn I cannot break it.

*Furia wipes and sheaths her blade*
He would sell us to enemy, he will not any longer.

My names Furia, Huntress, and this is Chef hunter Nonac, of the Northern mountains roots.

We where scattered by war vs a bear warlord, sought to end our people, but North had many ways to escape that they not know.

Last of a shattered clan.

*Furia looks over coldly at Horus*

He would sell us to our enemies. He shall not report to his bear lord master any longer.

The North will reclaim its home and halls, by Crom we will crush any who attempt to betray us.

*Nonac nods*
He sought to slay us. To destroy clan, we shall not die easily or willingly. Head can stand on pole as warning to others who defy the North.

Ooc night.