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|Content=Tyler wanderers his way down the street admitting all the sites and sounds of this city so far away from his own home. Ever since his encounter with the mysterious wolf he's had an urge to travel to the very end of the continent. Some force urging his mind and body to make all haste. | |Content=Tyler wanderers his way down the street admitting all the sites and sounds of this city so far away from his own home. Ever since his encounter with the mysterious wolf he's had an urge to travel to the very end of the continent. Some force urging his mind and body to make all haste. | ||
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"Aye I'm still alive preistess though to be honest I was almost food for that mighty tree you sent me to. Seems our paths cross again and once again it seems this was the gods doing. Cant rightly say why we crossed paths again perhaps you have some idea. When you have time perhaps we can talk I have quite the story to share. | "Aye I'm still alive preistess though to be honest I was almost food for that mighty tree you sent me to. Seems our paths cross again and once again it seems this was the gods doing. Cant rightly say why we crossed paths again perhaps you have some idea. When you have time perhaps we can talk I have quite the story to share. | ||
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|Content=Tyler nodded at the preistess removing the shield from his back and pointing to the image of a hinge. The hinge is unchanged from the last time he showed off his prized possession but whats different is there is now a fercious wolf with it's jaws held open as I'f trying to bite down and crush the hinge between it's jaws. | |Content=Tyler nodded at the preistess removing the shield from his back and pointing to the image of a hinge. The hinge is unchanged from the last time he showed off his prized possession but whats different is there is now a fercious wolf with it's jaws held open as I'f trying to bite down and crush the hinge between it's jaws. | ||
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" Since then I have had the urge to head to the far shores agyr. Sometimes I swear I can see the same wolf speaking to me in my dreams urging me on demanding I set out immediately. Probably an overactive imagination I thought. But once again I arrive and find out paths cross and I'm not so sure it's my imagination anymore. Is it unusual to have one of your gods speak to a mortal? Even fulcrum has never tried to speak directly to me certainly he does not invade my dreams. And the dreams are only getting more intense. Some nights I choose not to sleep rather then risk having another dream. Im here hoping you'll tell me I'm simply losing my mind. But I doupt my luck will hold in that regard | " Since then I have had the urge to head to the far shores agyr. Sometimes I swear I can see the same wolf speaking to me in my dreams urging me on demanding I set out immediately. Probably an overactive imagination I thought. But once again I arrive and find out paths cross and I'm not so sure it's my imagination anymore. Is it unusual to have one of your gods speak to a mortal? Even fulcrum has never tried to speak directly to me certainly he does not invade my dreams. And the dreams are only getting more intense. Some nights I choose not to sleep rather then risk having another dream. Im here hoping you'll tell me I'm simply losing my mind. But I doupt my luck will hold in that regard | ||
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|Content=Tyler nodded at the preistess removing the shield from his back and pointing to the image of a hinge. The hinge is unchanged from the last time he showed off his prized possession but whats different is there is now a fercious wolf with it's jaws held open as I'f trying to bite down and crush the hinge between it's jaws. | |Content=Tyler nodded at the preistess removing the shield from his back and pointing to the image of a hinge. The hinge is unchanged from the last time he showed off his prized possession but whats different is there is now a fercious wolf with it's jaws held open as I'f trying to bite down and crush the hinge between it's jaws. | ||
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" Since then I have had the urge to head to the far shores agyr. Sometimes I swear I can see the same wolf speaking to me in my dreams urging me on demanding I set out immediately. Probably an overactive imagination I thought. But once again I arrive and find out paths cross and I'm not so sure it's my imagination anymore. Is it unusual to have one of your gods speak to a mortal? Even fulcrum has never tried to speak directly to me certainly he does not invade my dreams. And the dreams are only getting more intense. Some nights I choose not to sleep rather then risk having another dream. Im here hoping you'll tell me I'm simply losing my mind. But I doupt my luck will hold in that regard | " Since then I have had the urge to head to the far shores agyr. Sometimes I swear I can see the same wolf speaking to me in my dreams urging me on demanding I set out immediately. Probably an overactive imagination I thought. But once again I arrive and find out paths cross and I'm not so sure it's my imagination anymore. Is it unusual to have one of your gods speak to a mortal? Even fulcrum has never tried to speak directly to me certainly he does not invade my dreams. And the dreams are only getting more intense. Some nights I choose not to sleep rather then risk having another dream. Im here hoping you'll tell me I'm simply losing my mind. But I doupt my luck will hold in that regard | ||
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|Content=Tyler looked around idly. At first glance he saw very little different then any other region. However he's sure the preistess is here for more then mundane monster hunting. As he was making his way back to turn in another 14 kobold heads for his reward he spots the priestess readying for a hunt " glad to see you made it in one piece. I have been slaughtering the monsters here a dozen at a time I almost dare say there won't be much left for you to kill. Unless your here for more then kobolds or undead. Eaither way I'd hardly be an adventurer worth my salt if I did not join you. What are we off to kill today?" | |Content=Tyler looked around idly. At first glance he saw very little different then any other region. However he's sure the preistess is here for more then mundane monster hunting. As he was making his way back to turn in another 14 kobold heads for his reward he spots the priestess readying for a hunt " glad to see you made it in one piece. I have been slaughtering the monsters here a dozen at a time I almost dare say there won't be much left for you to kill. Unless your here for more then kobolds or undead. Eaither way I'd hardly be an adventurer worth my salt if I did not join you. What are we off to kill today?" | ||
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|Content=Tyler could feel the tension between the two something was clearly going on but it was none of his business and decided it was best to move on. He looks to the well dressed person before him. | |Content=Tyler could feel the tension between the two something was clearly going on but it was none of his business and decided it was best to move on. He looks to the well dressed person before him. | ||
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Tyler goes his best to remain stoic. He downplayed the fight but in reality the though of fighting another giant beast had him on edge. The last one nearly bit him in half. He slowly slips into his own thoughts as he takes his place behind the man getting ready to follow them on their journey. | Tyler goes his best to remain stoic. He downplayed the fight but in reality the though of fighting another giant beast had him on edge. The last one nearly bit him in half. He slowly slips into his own thoughts as he takes his place behind the man getting ready to follow them on their journey. | ||
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|Content=The bugs were horrendous. There's a reason Tyler doesn't visit swamps fighting even normal monsters in these conditions much less a wolf the size of a peasent hut. Tyler hardly noticed at first as the preistess sunk into the mudd. Tyler nearly loses his own balance as the priestess uses him for support to get out of the mud. After a brief moment of disbelief Tyler begins to physically count on his hands while looking at the preistess and her extra appendages. After a moment Tyler gives a stern and serious look at the preistess saying nothing for a few moments before speaking. | |Content=The bugs were horrendous. There's a reason Tyler doesn't visit swamps fighting even normal monsters in these conditions much less a wolf the size of a peasent hut. Tyler hardly noticed at first as the preistess sunk into the mudd. Tyler nearly loses his own balance as the priestess uses him for support to get out of the mud. After a brief moment of disbelief Tyler begins to physically count on his hands while looking at the preistess and her extra appendages. After a moment Tyler gives a stern and serious look at the preistess saying nothing for a few moments before speaking. | ||
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Tyler looks as of he's about to speak again when suddenly he stops clutching his head as a piercing howl echos through his head. He looks to his two companions as he falls to his knees. The two seem unfazed and perhaps a little confused. The howling becomes louder and more high pitched. He has what feels like a wakening dream as images flash before his mind. Leaving the town and heading for the swamp and their whole journey up until moments before he fell to the ground. But he was not seeing it through his own eyes but something else's. Something that has been following them this entire time. Something big and something hungry. The howling stops and pain starts to subside. He only has the wits to get out a few words barely a whisper hoping someone can hear him. " Something is following us and I don't think it's friendly. Ready yourselves." | Tyler looks as of he's about to speak again when suddenly he stops clutching his head as a piercing howl echos through his head. He looks to his two companions as he falls to his knees. The two seem unfazed and perhaps a little confused. The howling becomes louder and more high pitched. He has what feels like a wakening dream as images flash before his mind. Leaving the town and heading for the swamp and their whole journey up until moments before he fell to the ground. But he was not seeing it through his own eyes but something else's. Something that has been following them this entire time. Something big and something hungry. The howling stops and pain starts to subside. He only has the wits to get out a few words barely a whisper hoping someone can hear him. " Something is following us and I don't think it's friendly. Ready yourselves." | ||
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|Content=The reeds and bushes rustled. The sounds of mud squelching beneath boots from beyond them came first, and then through them erupted a young woman. "Wolf!" she shouted at the group. "Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!" Her feet sliding out from under a step, the woman fell into the mud and slid along the ground to a stop just before the group. Taking barely a moment to catch her breath she scrambled to her feet, almost falling back down once more in the process, caught by the helping hand of the Count. A small mask covered the lower half of her face. | |Content=The reeds and bushes rustled. The sounds of mud squelching beneath boots from beyond them came first, and then through them erupted a young woman. "Wolf!" she shouted at the group. "Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!" Her feet sliding out from under a step, the woman fell into the mud and slid along the ground to a stop just before the group. Taking barely a moment to catch her breath she scrambled to her feet, almost falling back down once more in the process, caught by the helping hand of the Count. A small mask covered the lower half of her face. | ||
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Rin froze as her head swiveled around like an alert sentry searching for the noise it heard. "Left. No, right. It's gonna come from the right!" A howl cried out from behind them and a small, reddish wolf poked its head in their direction. "It has friends!" The daggers at her hips were useless, but if she found a tree and avoided the big one... | Rin froze as her head swiveled around like an alert sentry searching for the noise it heard. "Left. No, right. It's gonna come from the right!" A howl cried out from behind them and a small, reddish wolf poked its head in their direction. "It has friends!" The daggers at her hips were useless, but if she found a tree and avoided the big one... | ||
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|Content=Tyler quickly shook off his daze whatever warning or vision he had seemed to pass. Just as he bagan to get his wits about him he was roughly yanked to his feet. As they began running he noticed the panicking adventurer another bow or blade never hurt. As Soren leads them through the swamplands Tyler begins to formulate a plan of attack. It's clear his weapon while a powerful unique artifact was still a dagger not the best weapon for a regular sized wolf much less one several times larger. He would need to find a different approach then a head on fight. He could rely on his companions and there much longer spears for the reach neccasaary to effectively fight such a beast head on. He on the other hand had a different idea. | |Content=Tyler quickly shook off his daze whatever warning or vision he had seemed to pass. Just as he bagan to get his wits about him he was roughly yanked to his feet. As they began running he noticed the panicking adventurer another bow or blade never hurt. As Soren leads them through the swamplands Tyler begins to formulate a plan of attack. It's clear his weapon while a powerful unique artifact was still a dagger not the best weapon for a regular sized wolf much less one several times larger. He would need to find a different approach then a head on fight. He could rely on his companions and there much longer spears for the reach neccasaary to effectively fight such a beast head on. He on the other hand had a different idea. | ||
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Just as Tyler finishes his ascent to the middle of the tree he spots it. A mighty wolf eyes yellow as the sun. And with him more wolves then he can count. And most of them gather just Infront of his hiding spot amoung the trees. He spots Soren as he ushers the young adventurer to the old tower and returns his gaze to that massive beast. He can only hope that the priestess or her friend can see him peeking out from thick foliage just behind the giant monster they are about to face. He places his finger upon his lips as he stares in there direction. Right now he can do nothing. Not without a distraction. Here's hoping his companions can provide exactly that. | Just as Tyler finishes his ascent to the middle of the tree he spots it. A mighty wolf eyes yellow as the sun. And with him more wolves then he can count. And most of them gather just Infront of his hiding spot amoung the trees. He spots Soren as he ushers the young adventurer to the old tower and returns his gaze to that massive beast. He can only hope that the priestess or her friend can see him peeking out from thick foliage just behind the giant monster they are about to face. He places his finger upon his lips as he stares in there direction. Right now he can do nothing. Not without a distraction. Here's hoping his companions can provide exactly that. | ||
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|Content=From the tower window came a cry. "Two more from behind the tower." In a one two beat, the thwip of two arrows zip-lined from the tower and the first wolf slumped and skidded to a halt as the second took it in its shoulder and kept charging. The next round of wolves were larger and significantly healthier. The runts knew they hadn't stood a chance and scattered, so Rin focused her fire on one then another, hoping to bring them down quickly. One. Two. Three. These wolves were soaking up arrows with heavy muscle. She got the throat of one and it even tried to snap its jaws in Soren's direction one last time before it collapsed. | |Content=From the tower window came a cry. "Two more from behind the tower." In a one two beat, the thwip of two arrows zip-lined from the tower and the first wolf slumped and skidded to a halt as the second took it in its shoulder and kept charging. The next round of wolves were larger and significantly healthier. The runts knew they hadn't stood a chance and scattered, so Rin focused her fire on one then another, hoping to bring them down quickly. One. Two. Three. These wolves were soaking up arrows with heavy muscle. She got the throat of one and it even tried to snap its jaws in Soren's direction one last time before it collapsed. | ||
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"I'm out of arrows!" Rin looked around. The patter of another wolf came around the tower again and she panicked. It was bigger than any so far. Left. Right. The other adventurer was stuck in a tree, the big wolf looked on, looming over the victims it watched, waiting for exhaustion to set in. Next came the throwing knives. She had one shot she could take, did she dare with the others around? | "I'm out of arrows!" Rin looked around. The patter of another wolf came around the tower again and she panicked. It was bigger than any so far. Left. Right. The other adventurer was stuck in a tree, the big wolf looked on, looming over the victims it watched, waiting for exhaustion to set in. Next came the throwing knives. She had one shot she could take, did she dare with the others around? | ||
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|Content=A single branch. That's all it took to get the wolfs attention. It seemed sturdy enough to grab onto for support but almost immediately snapped I'm half when he reached out to grab it. The wolf bright eyes met his and for just a moment it seemed it was going to snap the very tree he stood in in half. He saw the irritation turn to bloodlust in the beasts eyes when it stumbled into his little trap. The only problem now was the beast knew exactly where he was. Luckily the wolf attention snapped to his two companions. Well if he was going to make a move it needed to be now. | |Content=A single branch. That's all it took to get the wolfs attention. It seemed sturdy enough to grab onto for support but almost immediately snapped I'm half when he reached out to grab it. The wolf bright eyes met his and for just a moment it seemed it was going to snap the very tree he stood in in half. He saw the irritation turn to bloodlust in the beasts eyes when it stumbled into his little trap. The only problem now was the beast knew exactly where he was. Luckily the wolf attention snapped to his two companions. Well if he was going to make a move it needed to be now. | ||
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The daggers pierces the wolfs back leg from the base of the tail and the weight of Tyler's body dragged the blade down nearly a foot before the flesh held the blade firmly in place. The wolf let out a defending howl causing Tyler's ears to ring nearly making him lose his grip on the blade. The wolf began to flail violently in an attempt to shake off his attacker which unfortunately for Tyler was working inch by inch he could see the dagger sliding from the wound and when he finally got dislodged he would be falling into the middle of a waiting and hungry pack. All he could do now was hold on and see what happens next. | The daggers pierces the wolfs back leg from the base of the tail and the weight of Tyler's body dragged the blade down nearly a foot before the flesh held the blade firmly in place. The wolf let out a defending howl causing Tyler's ears to ring nearly making him lose his grip on the blade. The wolf began to flail violently in an attempt to shake off his attacker which unfortunately for Tyler was working inch by inch he could see the dagger sliding from the wound and when he finally got dislodged he would be falling into the middle of a waiting and hungry pack. All he could do now was hold on and see what happens next. | ||
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+ | |Content=Like her bare arms, this was not the first time Soren had seen this, but seeing her vulnerable... Soren glanced between Tyler and Nerta and he made his choice without a second thought. A dark shadow hung over Soren as he took the twisted weapon and, surprisingly, he carved through the first wolf like parchment. It looked like twisted and scarred metal, but it held what he thought was an unmatched edge. A master swordsman in his own right, he weaved a defense around Nerta.The wolves growled and started circling, adopting a pattern where they found a way to close in and back out, testing his reactions. The next one to attack tried to dart in from behind, but Soren went low and around Nerta, crippling the creature as it's leg cracked from the impact of the sword. The rest of the circle spread out as the next strike ended the attacking wolf. | ||
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+ | The sound of another yelp caught everyone's attention, even the other wolves as Soren turned to see Rin struggling with one of the wolves. Out of arrows she had decided to leave the tower and pounce with her own weapons. "Watch yourself, girl!" Soren yelled to her. "Help Tyler if you can!" | ||
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+ | Soren took the opportunity to attack another wolf, hoping to hold them long enough for Nerta to finish her transformation. The shadow over him seemed to revel in the chaos though, as he reached his next target. Dodging back a half step, his arm shot forward and tugged the wolf forward by the scruff of the neck and pulled it straight into the blade. | ||
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+ | |Content=It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now, as she plummeted down towards an unsuspecting wolf, Rin regretted her decision, not that she had long to. Crashing down with daggers on top of the wolf, she drove the blades into its neck and then leapt free with a fluid movement. The wolf growled and tried to give one last strike in its death throes, and she was forced off of her feet. | ||
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+ | Soren called out to her as she managed to push the beast away, and she suppressed the growl. No good came from insulting nobles. "My name is Rin, not girl," she shouted back. | ||
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+ | Unusually quick on her feet, she bounded across the chosen battlefield much like a rabbit would to escape its predators, right up until another large wolf blocked her path and forced her to twist aside to avoid its strike. She hit the ground and immediately found herself set upon by her attacker, but scrappy could just as well be her name in that moment. Grabbing its paws, she gained leverage and rapidly pummeled her feet into the belly of the large wolf, delighting as it struggled to go free. One last powerful kick sent it staggering back as she tucked her legs back and shot them out to leap back to her feet. The wolf started forward again, but Rin was unfazed as she backhanded the creature in the snout. | ||
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+ | "No!" She shouted at it, but it growled in return. The second slap got a whimper, but it was the third one where the wolf finally backed down. It was debating whether or not to slink off when Rin hopped on its back. "Like the wolves of old, you're mine now." The beast didn't put up a fight as she rode the large wolf towards Tyler. | ||
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+ | Blackjaw bucked and kicked, spinning once in a while to try and snap at Tyler, only causing the daggers to slice further into the flesh, as it rampaged once more in a vicious cycle. Rin had to admit she was impressed the man had held on as her wolf trotted up almost beneath them without resistance. Pulling a rope from her belt with a claw on the end, she swung it up and hooked it in place. The beast roared again as she scrambled up, leaving the wolf to escape. She reached out and offered Tyler a hand pull him back up. "Maybe don't try to take the big one alone," she suggested as she clung tight to the back fur. "Want a hand back up? We can kill this thing together." | ||
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+ | |Content=Tyler's ears are still ringing as a hand reached out above him. When did they get there? Not in much of a position to turn down help he released his grip with one of his hands and uses the new support to drag himself on top of the beast and dislodge the dagger from the now gaping wound on the beasts back leg. It won't be moving quite so fast or nimble now. | ||
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+ | Gathering his wits and his next plan of action. He looks to rin. "I'm happy to have a company the view from up here is amazing" | ||
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+ | Tyler glances in the direction of the wolfs head " if we're going to do any real damage we're going to need to get to the things vitals stay close maybe we live another day. | ||
+ | Tyler begins burying his dagger into the wolfs back using it for support as he slowly inches his way to the beasts skull. Every time he pulls the blade out and inches his way forward before sliding it back into the wolf causing new screams of rage and anger. He glances back to check on rins progress as he drew ever closer to his goal. Those shining yellow eyes | ||
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+ | |Content=Nerta sways upright drunkenly as Soren steps in to clear some space. | ||
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+ | “Dumb bard. The hero is supposed to kill the monster and save the girl.” | ||
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+ | The spears leap up to jab around the dashing swordsman, warding off wolves as she covers his back. | ||
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+ | “Thanks though. Chitin is… hard.” | ||
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+ | An apt phrase given the distraction of the bounding Rin atop her involuntary steed. It gave one wolf time enough to pounce, but though claws tear her blue shirt they leave nothing but rough scratches on the hard shell. | ||
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+ | “You’re too static Soren. This isn’t a waltz.” | ||
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+ | Weaving around Soren’s left, the spears ward some of the pack from helping the great Blackjaw. Had to give the pair time, but it was a delicate dance. Armoured or no, fighting a dozen wolves was hard. Too long focused in one direction and a surprise would creep up… | ||
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+ | …Dropping to the ground as a pair of beasts lunge, one sails overhead while the other comes in low to bite at her leg. Nerta’s last dagger finds better purchase than the teeth, but Nerta still grimaces at the glancing blow shreds her muddy trousers. Chitin or no, that was The Trickster repaying her dunk in the mud. | ||
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+ | Yet as much pressure as there was on the nimble woman, Soren had it worse. The Count of Seven Rivers had apparently offended both Gods and beasts today, because as the woman lost her spears one of the wolves sunk teeth into the man’s sword arm. A small blessing that it didn’t break bone, but the bite of wolves bleeds something fierce. | ||
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+ | |Content=The grunt of pain as Soren's sword was short and harsh. The longer the pair kept the wolves from swarming Rin and Tyler, the worse shape they were in. Lashing out, Soren brought his fist straight into the wolf's nose and forced it to leg go before he got swarmed. Blood ran in rivulets down his arm, pooling into scarlet droplets. Damage done, Soren tore the sleeve from his shirt and harmlessly cast the muddy cloth at the nearest wolf before doing the same to the other sleeve, though he wiped some of the blood from his arm before tossing it aside, barely prolonging how long it would take for the blood to reach his hand. Would he be able to hold the blade? | ||
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+ | The brief moments stretched for eternity as Soren took a deep breath and studied the wolves, all circling in unison, more organized than some soldiers he'd met. Well Emperor, if you liked messing in my life, now would be the time to do it if you wanted me to live. He stepped toward the wolves again, blade raised wincing as pain lightninged down his arm. A coin toss, and an illusion replied to him, at least he thought it was. For the briefest moment it seemed like the sword he held, was a different weapon. White steel, almost pure with its bloodstains, existed for just a moment, too quick to notice, as steel tore into flesh. Had the wolf hesitated at that same moment? | ||
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+ | The circle of wolves tightened and Soren found his back against Nerta's. It was reassuring to know she was still there, still in the fight. With his free hand, Soren pulled a spare push dagger from his belt and passed it back to her, but as she closed her fingers around the spare weapon, Soren lingered and closed his own fingers around her hand. A soft squeeze and he pulled away. 'Don't die,' perhaps? 'Be safe,' maybe? Something more? He didn't say, and took a step toward the beasts. | ||
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+ | Remember your training, he told himself as charged the smallest wolf. Break the line, and give Nerta some breathing room. | ||
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+ | Each step slick with mud and the first drops of blood reaching his hand, he switched to a two handed stance as he swung the blade, looping it around in a feint and slicing across the wolf's eyes. He didn't stop moving and broke the line of wolves as he sent the blind one skittering away. The nearest wolves faced him, but a high pitched howl caused more wolves to break off and turn toward the Count. Great. They're after me. | ||
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+ | |Content=Rin nodded, the mask over the lower half of her face was suffocating from the moisture, and she finally pulled it down taking several cool breaths of air and tucking reddish-brown hair back into her hood. On her face she revealed a few freckles and a tight smile as she followed after Tyler. "Too bad I can't properly ride this wolf. It'd be great to see my father's expression if I tamed and brought this home," she said with a musical laugh, though she carefully hid her mouth behind her hand. Even bringing home the one she had gotten to ride briefly probably wouldn't give her the rights to one of the family riding wolves, though she dreamed of it someday. | ||
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+ | Following his path, Rin makes sure to add new holes to the beast's back as it started to trail in circles, jaws coming close as they climbed onward. More than once she found herself clinging to fur and one dagger as she dodged snapping teeth and more than once she was glad that she was not getting sick from the spinning. When Tyler looked back, she smiled and gave a determined nod. "Just tell me what you need! I can swing back down if you need a distraction," she offered, letting the more experienced adventurer take the lead. | ||
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