Wild Alyssa

They Have Returned (Ebonfort)

Hot blood still rushed through Halbera’s veins, regardless of her calm composure combat always proved to send adrenaline rushing through her body. Her cheeks red with exertion and her breathing heavy as her red hair had been pulled free from the bun she had twisted her hair into before the battle had begun. With the sickening sound of metal sliding through flesh she pulled her sword free from the tattooed screamer’s armpit and let him slump to the ground into a heap that slowly began to pool blood. She looked around where she saw a couple dead squires, a knight and even more dead screamers. She had killed two of them herself, she remembered the fierce fighting and the clash of weapons, the screams of the dying as they slaughtered each other.

Leaning down she slide the flat sides of sword across the pants leg of the screamer wiping the crimson vital essence off, which stained the once earth brown pants. She looked up taking a deep breath before sliding the broadsword into the sheath on her hip. Clicking her tongue she listened closely wondering where any further fighting was likely taking place and heard in the distance the sound of swords clashing, but also the sound of something like thunder. Hurriedly she ran grabbing the reins of her warhorse that knew better than to run from combat. Yanking herself into saddle and clicking her tongue three times. The horse named Rogal began to gallop towards the sounds.

What Halbera found was the complete opposite of what she expected to find, some ragtag group and a single knight. She was just raising her hand and about to yell out some some creatures came thundering through and she watched in horror as her fellow knight was crushed into the dirt along with his horse. She pulled the reins to make a complete stop and watched as they continued. Slowly she dismounted her horse and walked sideways staring at the crushed body on the ground between the legs of the many beasts running through the area. Reaching up she put a hand to her chest regretting the very wasteful way the knight died, when she noticed a tear in her clothes and looked down able to see the chainmail underneath, it had it’s own scratches. She then realized she had come very closer to her chest being pierced.

“This… This is such a waste. Obviously… They will be in need of a new knight.. I will have to take over I suppose.” She further composed herself and took a deep breath as she waited, watching and stared at the herd of creatures rushing through the brush destroying everything in their path.

[Ebonfort] Four Little Orclings, Mean and Green

Bula eyed the two humans as she took a few more sips from the skin her hand and finally set it down and walked into the firelight.tapping her fingers on her thighs as she listened to the the stories of the creature and the times he would show up and disappear. She mulled over this for a moment looking to her sisters as they too seemed interested in the descriptions.

Ripping one of the legs off the rotisserie skunk Bula begins to chew the meat down to the bone and gives a nod. “I agree to killing your monster. Sounds like a Were creature of some kind.” She shifts slightly and points to the cask. “Leave there here. We will begin our trek for the Lodge tomorrow.” Turning her head towards Leshy she tilts her head. “Start making sure all our nets are packed properly… Weapons are sharpened, and some food is packed.”

She stood up and went back into the tent leaving the sisters to take care of the preparation for the next day. Bula stared at her axe reaching down and sliding her fingers against the edge of hte blade for a moment before sliding into her bedroll and pulling her blanket up, deciding it would be better to get some sleep before the hike the next day.

[Ebonfort] Four Little Orclings, Mean and Green

The fact that children were being taken wasn’t a surprise to her, it was often that monsters would target the young and vulnerable. Bula walked towards the camp tapping her chin as Leshy was starting to roast a skunk they had killed earlier that day. She was a master of deglanding skunks. Bula sat down on the foldable stools they had brought along and stared into the fire. She looked up at Morka and took a deep breath. “Seems we got one that comes in the night to kill children.” She picked up a stick and prodded at the fire. “Ideas?”

Pasho’s head raised up quickly and she chuckled. “Could be another tooth fairy. They like children. Remember that one we hunted in that village called VIsto?”

Bula’s hand came around and bopped Pasho. “There woudln’t be no bodies to bury if it were a tooth fairy now would there?” She prodded Morka with the stick and Morka looked up.

“Maybe.. A Tik tik? Or… A bastet.” She looks back down at the fire as she turned the skunk over and over again.

Bula sighed standing and heading into the tent where she removed her armor and stood there wearing only strips of cloth as she prepared to sleep before nightfall, but she would wait for Djoff to arrive. She picked up a horn and popped open the top smelling the old ale inside and began to drink it anyways.

Outside her sisters began to eat the cooked skunk leaving was left for Bula. Laughing and joking about their last job which had been rather easy, after all Centaurs tended to be brash and were often easily seduced by females of any race even Orcs.

Ebonfort

Name:
Halbera

Race:
Anuirean

Gender:
Female

Age:
26

Birthday:
8th of Vermillio 274 DM

Birthplace:
Ebonfort Capital

Resides in:
Scream Watch

Occupation:
Ebon Knight Lieutenant Mage Unit. 9GP/Day

Appearance:

Halbera

Personality: A woman of few words, and a strong backbone. She will seldom speak to others, but when she does it is usually of high importance. For her completing a mission is the most important thing, and will always come first the need of the Ebon Knight order will always come before the singular lives of her fellow knights or even herself if the issue were to come up. Her true passions come with Calligraphy where she calms herself as she finds peace in the simple motions of the writing, she also releases her pent up emotions through writing in a rather long winded set of books she writes of her exploits in a sort of bibliography.

History: The capital, a wonderful Utopia filled with only the greatest minds, craftsmen, and warriors of all the Ebonfort. Halbera was born to one of those very Warriors. A Warden in the Ebon Knights, one of the highest ranks achievable. While her mother was a artist making some of the finest paintings in the world. Her mother and father were deeply in love as they had always been, then Halbera came, she was born in the night while her father was away inspecting new squires. The midwife helped deliver Halbera, and a smiling new mom held the child in her arms red fuzz soft across the newborn’s head. Then something went wrong. Halbera’s mother in pain, her body bleeding still and the midwife took her as healers came to the house and tried to save Halbera’s mom, but it was too late she had passed.

Halbera’s father Kukrin could not bring himself to love his new daughter, instead he loathed her for what he had done to his live, and spent as much time away from her as possible leaving her in the care of a nanny, or tutors of whatever Halbera’s wished to learn. Wanting to impress her father and earn his love, she invested much of her time in studying the art of Swordsmanship, and reading. She ended up studying many books about body language, and the arts of lyings, as well as books on detecting abnormalities. This gave her a unique perception to small subtle gestures and helped her see things when others wouldn’t.

When she became of age to become a page of the Ebon Knights, she did so without hestitation having not seen her father in over a year. She spent her teen years moving from page to squire, then after her time as a squire and showing her quite impressive capabilities she became a knight. On the day of achieving knighthood she finally saw her father again for the first time since before she had joined the Ebon Knight order. He gave her only a cold glance before stating that ’The recruits were acceptable and moved on. No words were passed to her and she decided in her mind that she would rise through the ranks and take his position and prove to him she was worthy.

The years went by, she fulfilled her duty as a Knight, and with her natural inclination towards investigation she was placed within a Brigade with a focus on investigations that were more pressing than average. She worked diligently to prove herself constantly in her position, but found that her accomplishments were either stolen or swept away by their Lieutenant who sought the glory for himself. Growing tired of this Halbera eventually became fed up enough with the Lieutenant’s outright betrayals and challenged him to a duel for his position. The fight lasted roughly ten minutes, before Halbera gained the upper hand. Her sword swung true and cut through the flesh of the Lieutenant’s throat sending him down in a spray of blood, her position becoming guaranteed as she took once more step closer to facing her father.

In the years after this confrontation she continued to bring her Brigade honor and accolades as they accomplished tasks set before them, though she lost several knights along the way as she always made sure the missions were accomplished. She however did not just throw away the lives of those under her, they were always with purpose as they gave their lives in the line of duty fulfilling deeds necessary to the survival of the order, thus she felt was the purpose of all knights. When magic returned to the world, she found herself, seeing, hearing, and noticing things without meaning to. She found that she was using some kind of power that helped in her investigations and secretly honed it. When she reported this discovery to her superiors they issued an order for her to become a part of the newly created Mage unit. A changing in her brigade came about as she received Knights capable of using magical powers under her command.

Skills:
Weapon one handed broadsword (20+30 Racial Bonus=50)
Clairvoyance (10)
Investigation (10)
Riding (horse) (10)
Running (10)
Endurance (10)
Leadership (10)
Law (5)
Calligraphy (5)

Possessions:
Ebon Steel Broadsword* On loan
Ebon Steel Vambraces* On Loan
Ebon Steel Pauldrons* On Loan
Ebon Steel Greaves* On loan
Ebon Steel Cuisses* On Loan
Ebon Steel Chainmail Shirt* On Loan
Light Warhorse* On Loan
x10 Peasant Outfit Wool (10 Gold)
2 Cold weather outfits (16 Gold)
Lantern Bullseye (12 Gold)
10x Vial of Ink (8 Gold)
10x Ink Pens (1 Gold)
2x Guard Dog Mephistoles Azazel (50 Gold)

Dog Type

Blank Book (2 Gold)
x20 Blank Parchment (2 Gold)
Lock Good (80 Gold)

Ledger:
100 GP(starting)+100GP-165GP= 35GP

Story List:

Ebonfort

Name:
Halbera

Race:
Anuirean

Gender:
Female

Age:
26

Birthday:
8th of Vermillio 274 DM

Birthplace:
Ebonfort Capital

Resides in:
Scream Watch

Occupation:
Ebon Knight Lieutenant Mage Unit. 9GP/Day

Appearance:

Halbera

Personality: A woman of few words, and a strong backbone. She will seldom speak to others, but when she does it is usually of high importance. For her completing a mission is the most important thing, and will always come first the need of the Ebon Knight order will always come before the singular lives of her fellow knights or even herself if the issue were to come up. Her true passions come with Calligraphy where she calms herself as she finds peace in the simple motions of the writing, she also releases her pent up emotions through writing in a rather long winded set of books she writes of her exploits in a sort of bibliography.

History: The capital, a wonderful Utopia filled with only the greatest minds, craftsmen, and warriors of all the Ebonfort. Halbera was born to one of those very Warriors. A Warden in the Ebon Knights, one of the highest ranks achievable. While her mother was a artist making some of the finest paintings in the world. Her mother and father were deeply in love as they had always been, then Halbera came, she was born in the night while her father was away inspecting new squires. The midwife helped deliver Halbera, and a smiling new mom held the child in her arms red fuzz soft across the newborn’s head. Then something went wrong. Halbera’s mother in pain, her body bleeding still and the midwife took her as healers came to the house and tried to save Halbera’s mom, but it was too late she had passed.

Halbera’s father Kukrin could not bring himself to love his new daughter, instead he loathed her for what he had done to his live, and spent as much time away from her as possible leaving her in the care of a nanny, or tutors of whatever Halbera’s wished to learn. Wanting to impress her father and earn his love, she invested much of her time in studying the art of Swordsmanship, and reading. She ended up studying many books about body language, and the arts of lyings, as well as books on detecting abnormalities. This gave her a unique perception to small subtle gestures and helped her see things when others wouldn’t.

When she became of age to become a page of the Ebon Knights, she did so without hestitation having not seen her father in over a year. She spent her teen years moving from page to squire, then after her time as a squire and showing her quite impressive capabilities she became a knight. On the day of achieving knighthood she finally saw her father again for the first time since before she had joined the Ebon Knight order. He gave her only a cold glance before stating that ’The recruits were acceptable and moved on. No words were passed to her and she decided in her mind that she would rise through the ranks and take his position and prove to him she was worthy.

The years went by, she fulfilled her duty as a Knight, and with her natural inclination towards investigation she was placed within a Brigade with a focus on investigations that were more pressing than average. She worked diligently to prove herself constantly in her position, but found that her accomplishments were either stolen or swept away by their Lieutenant who sought the glory for himself. Growing tired of this Halbera eventually became fed up enough with the Lieutenant’s outright betrayals and challenged him to a duel for his position. The fight lasted roughly ten minutes, before Halbera gained the upper hand. Her sword swung true and cut through the flesh of the Lieutenant’s throat sending him down in a spray of blood, her position becoming guaranteed as she took once more step closer to facing her father.

In the years after this confrontation she continued to bring her Brigade honor and accolades as they accomplished tasks set before them, though she lost several knights along the way as she always made sure the missions were accomplished. She however did not just throw away the lives of those under her, they were always with purpose as they gave their lives in the line of duty fulfilling deeds necessary to the survival of the order, thus she felt was the purpose of all knights. When magic returned to the world, she found herself, seeing, hearing, and noticing things without meaning to. She found that she was using some kind of power that helped in her investigations and secretly honed it. When she reported this discovery to her superiors they issued an order for her to become a part of the newly created Mage unit. A changing in her brigade came about as she received Knights capable of using magical powers under her command.

Skills:
Weapon one handed broadsword (20+30 Racial Bonus=50)
Clairvoyance (10)
Investigation (10)
Riding (10)
Running (10)
Endurance (10)
Leadership (10)
Law (5)
Calligraphy (5)

Possessions:
Ebon Steel Broadsword* On loan
Ebon Steel Vambraces* On Loan
Ebon Steel Pauldrons* On Loan
Ebon Steel Greaves* On loan
Ebon Steel Cuisses* On Loan
Ebon Steel Chainmail Shirt* On Loan
Light Warhorse* On Loan
x10 Peasant Outfit Wool (10 Gold)
2 Cold weather outfits (16 Gold)
Lantern Bullseye (12 Gold)
10x Vial of Ink (8 Gold)
10x Ink Pens (1 Gold)
2x Guard Dog Mephistoles Azazel (50 Gold)

Dog Type

Blank Book (2 Gold)
x20 Blank Parchment (2 Gold)
Lock Good (80 Gold)

Ledger:
100 GP(starting)+100GP-165GP= 35GP

Story List:

[Ebonfort] Four Little Orclings, Mean and Green

The onslaught of berating Bula and her sister’s continued and she just continued to get more sour by the minute. Her sisters were lifting the gear free of the bag and continued to straighten the objects before heading over to the peach trees with them where they began to open up the tent and such to prepare for the night. Bulas hand tightened further into fists her dark green skin flexing and turning white with the tension in her muscles. She snorted slightly at the shutting the yap comment and just growled. “You’re just some racist human like all the rest, thinking we Orcs ain’t good enough to pay for honest work.” She turns and starts stalking back towards where her other sisters are grabbing up her axe and saddle bags. It was obvious she was very frustrated with the man Djolf about the entire situation and the belittling of her and her sisters.

She stopped for a moment as she heard tiny feet and the sound of whispers turning her head back to look at the man and the boy. She turned slowly raising a brow at the Is that so.

As Djolf asked her if they hunted monsters she slung the saddle bag back towards the camp her sisters were making up. She leaned on the axe handle as she planted the head into the ground and stared at him. “Yes hunting monsters happens to be our specialty.” She said with a smirk around her tusked teeth. Lifting the axe up she walekd towards the old grizzled man and took a deep breath.

“What kind of monster are we talking? Or are we talking about monsters? Either way… me and my sisters are excellent monster hunters, going after anything from wendigos, to dragons, even a bogart.”

[Ebonfort] Four Little Orclings, Mean and Green

The sudden departure and disappearance of all the townsfolk bewildered and frustrated Bula for a moment. She turned to the others who shrugged in confusion at the reaction. Then it came that a man who was seemingly in charge of the village came over… An old grizzled warrior well past his prime in life. Bula just stared at him, not saying a word as the old warrior spoke. She took in every word, but she didn’t seem to be fazed by the words of the old human. She held up a finger and gave a grunt. She looked towards Leshy who was leading the donkey away then back to the man. “Listen human. If they had thought we were here to be evil and kill them they would have ran away at first sight of us. It was obvious something is plaguing this village and with the way everyone is still socializing I give much doubt to it being a plague or some kind of illness.”

She stepped around him looking him over from head to toe as if sizing him. “Next thing I need to say is that you don’t tell me to shut my yap. If i want to yap I will yap you will just have to get over it.” She stops as she gets back in front him and drops her axe into the ground placing her hands on her hips and looking him right in the eyes. “Now, do you want me and my sister’s help? Or do you wanna shut my yap? Cause if you don’t want our help, and you’re not looking to brawl with a Orc… then we’ll water our donkey and get out of here and leave you to your suffering,”

The other sisters stood to the back grinning a bit before they began going through the saddle bags Morka in particular began to pull the hunting net from the bags as well as the long links of chain, while Pasho began to pull out the tent to set up, which was painted with Orc Symbols and scenes of Orcs hunting monsters including dragons.

Bula raised her brows waiting for him to answer as powerful orc muscles bulged and strained against leather straps that held on her armors and against the clothing she wore underneath as her hair framed her face in a way that made her seem all the more dangerous as it shadowed her features.

[Ebonfort] Four Little Orclings, Mean and Green

Another day of walking, another day of looking for work. Bula had lead her sisters this direction hoping to find some work, the closer to the border usually meant more work. The closer Bula got to Millmont the more she got a funny feeling in her spine, which usually meant money, or someone trying to kill them. She stopped and pulled her axe to let the brightly shining silver two handed weapon settle across her shoulders. Her sisters did likewise with their weapons, keeping them close at hand in case the villagers were not to friendly especially considering their Orcish nature. Their little donkey which Bula had named ‘Carrot’ due to his fondness for carrots looked tired and in need of water and food.

As the group got into the town Bula stopped the group near the town center right next to the stone well. Bula leaned the axe against the well and looked around the eerily quiet town, the grim looks on everyone’s faces. Something was wrong here, and usually when something was wrong Bula and her sisters could make some money fixing it. She pulled herself up onto the well her armor clanking as she did still slightly dirty from the road. She looked back and forth before sticking fingers in her mouth and giving a loud sharp whistle across the town square.

The sisters gathered around keeping a watch of Bula’s back, you could never be too careful out here in these border towns. Bula waited till everyone was looking then starts to speak loudly, her voice was gruff and snarling from the fact that she had tusks and just the fact that she was a orc. “People of this quaint town. I am Bula Do’Gash! And these are my sisters. We are esteemed bounty hunters! We hunt the evils of this world, whether monster, man, or elf! From the looks of things I feel like you may have a problem! We will fix this problem for you. This of course is not free, but do you really wish to live in this grim state?”

She lowered her hands to her sides to see if anyone was taking interest in what she had just said. She hopped down from the well and grabbed the axe slinging it back over her shoulders. She leaned over whispering as best she could in Leshy’s ear “Start seeing if there is a place for Carrot to get some water, and to set up our tents. We are at least going to stay for a night or two before moving on.” Leshy would go about her task at the command.

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