Old Gods/Legends/WolfCall

Roleplay from Jacinda the Driven

Message sent to Everyone in the Old Gods

Let me tell the story of what, I think, is the first time the Wolf Lord actually paid some attention to me.  Some of you have heard a piece of this, but it's a story worth telling properly. I was making my way down the Coast of Ruins, which despite the name was much more pleasant than the Bay of Calm where I grew up.  Slaying what needed killing, lots of strange things crawl out of the sea there.  The last one was...I'm not sure how to describe it better than a crab with jellyfish tentacles instead of claws.  Took me a few tries to figure out that stabbing from underneath was the trick, but once I figured that out I burrowed into the sand and waited for the pack leader to wander over me, searching for the carcass I had left out.  A quick spear to flip it up and over, and it was dead easily enough.  The rest scattered when the big one fell, and taking them out was as easy as setting a few traps. But that night, while I slept...A feeling came to me.  And I knew, I just knew, I had to make my way...Somewhere.  North, maybe a little east.  And so I packed up, and left. I didn't know that before I stopped, I would walk a thousand miles. It's...The first day is long, but I've had long days, plenty of times.  And once you get past the tiredness of the first day, the second is almost serene.  Your body has accepted that you won't sleep, that whatever you are doing is too urgent.  So it's really the third day that takes its toll. I thought I was seeing things, strange eyes following me, flickering in the dark, or in the shadows under the trees, or under a bridge.  Sometimes I thought it was an animal, a lean bear or powerful wolf.  Sometimes I was sure it was a monster, some fierce, fast beast that could maul before you knew it was even coming. Never thought it was undead, though.  Not once. And every time I thought about stopping, those eyes would be there, warning me.  Danger, pain, death...If I stopped.  And I still felt the tug, pulling me. So I kept going.  And from Shifgrethor to Rengo I made my way.  Would have made it all the way to Agyr, did make it to Agyr, but the bastards on duty at the gates wouldn't let me in.  But with the city there, the eyes faded away, and I finally, finally slept. Figure if a thousand miles with no sleep in barely more than three days doesn't impress the bastard, not much will.  I keep my hand in, putting the heads of every monster chief I take down on nice little spikes for him to remember me by.  Because so far, I've been tougher and bloodier than anything else this place has thrown at me, and one of these days he's going to see that no matter how many children he has, I can best all of them.  And maybe then I'll get a real hunter on my side to go after those necromancers

Jacinda the Driven (Adventurer)