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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 40 |
Posted: Sun, 26/03/2023 20:32 (1 Year ago) |
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" Whether a choice arrives or not, all possibilities must be considered.. That being said, I'll still have to kill you. " ᴜꜱᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ / The_Silvertongue ɴᴀᴍᴇ / Infigo ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ / "If" ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ / ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ - Male / He - Him ᴀɢᴇ / 7 Years ʙʀᴇᴇᴅ / Chrysocyon brachyurus - Maned Wolf ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ / Asexual ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ / Aromantic ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ / Infigo is a very down-to-earth sort of beast - despite his legs being as long as they are, making up most of his height. His mind works in a strict order, always towards the success and fulfillment of his assignment, duty, or mission... Whether that be investigation, pursuit, or attack. He speaks as though to a friend at all times, even if he fully intends to bite in a few moments. That being said, his voice is smooth and soothing, always just above a whisper until he grows agitated. When he does indeed reach that point, his voice raises to a harsh growl. During these times, he often calms down quickly; unless, of course, he becomes further agitated by a remaining issue. And once he calms down, his voice lowers back to the smooth murmur, calming the nerves of those who hear it. While he's certainly an independent mind, his respect for authority is unmatchable. ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ / ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ - This maned wolf is a very aggressive sort of quiet, often preferring the silence to noise. Aside from peace and quiet, he likes silent obedience, both to himself and to a mission statement, benevolence to a cause, and the feeling of successfully fulfilling a task. As for what he dislikes, among those are noontime, which he vocally complains about sometimes, repetitive loud sounds, backtalk, disrespect, failure of missions, and failure to comply to an order. ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ / The maned wolf is a hunter, and one that skillfully uses its sensitive ears to find small prey animals underground and in thick undergrowth. Due to this, Infigo is difficult to sneak up on... Though easy to disorient with loud, piercing sounds. In addition, sudden bright lights can cause the maned wolf to flinch and panic until his eyes properly adjust. In addition, the maned wolf is fast - reaching up to 45 Miles Per Hours or about 72.5 Kilometers Per Hour - but only for a short distance before needing to stop and rest. Due to this, Infigo only ever sprints when he needs to; otherwise, he walks, trots, or jogs. ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ / Infigo is terrified of not being awake of his surroundings. His senses, so sharpened as they are, often fend off this fear. Though every moment, he worries that he may not be able to detect a surprise attack. As an extension of this, he often jumps in surprise when another creature is standing just around a corner, out of sight, and when he notices something he didn't expect, such as a hiding beast. Otherwise, he's quite paranoid, always glancing over his shoulder and up at the ceiling or skyline to ensure he isn't caught off guard and unprepared. ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ / Infigo is a common coloration of the maned wolf - with a black mane along his neck, upper back, and snout as well as upon his paws and lower legs. His face, flanks, lower back, upper tail, and upper face are all a rusty red color, while his tailtip and underbelly are furred white. Aside from fur, he bears a single small scar along his upper right lip, which travels from his nose to the corner of his mouth, leaving a pale line along that side of his muzzle. ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ / Caution is advised in this point of reading, as it speaks heavily of death and disturbance. Infigo was given his name by a figure he never could identify; a silhouette in his mind that whispered a single word to him, which he made his name the moment he awoke from the dream in which he'd heard it. This was after the culling of his recognizable family, his mother and sibling, due to human attack on suspicion of the two attacking livestock. Infigo watched as their corpses were taken to be made into pelts without making a sound... And following behind the hunters, he managed to watch as the small encampment they'd made was raided, and the pelts confiscated by other humans. It didn't take long before he was seized by the mane and brought to a place he dreaded; a place where he was watched every day, and where blinding lights were flashed in his eyes. Where he was restrained and had foul-scented liquids poured into his muzzle. The liquids, he came to learn, were to strengthen him. The restraints, to protect the few that were trying to force his recovery from malnutrition. For several days after he was first captured, he heard whispers of "impressive" and "odd," each comment murmuring about how well he'd managed to survive. The days melted into weeks, into four months, before he was transferred from the confusing, blinding area to a place that felt more like home, where the grasslands and flatlands welcomed him... He wandered for several days, astounded by the familiar strangeness of it all... Before, once again, he was captured, this time by a program intent on teaching him to frighten, to kill, to chase. And, for several years, he stayed there, until at last he was handed off to another program. One of metallic beasts, too robotic to be dogs, too horrific to be alive... A place that taught not aggression, but obedience. Where a mission was the first thing in the mind, and where it would be the last. A place that he felt his talent of stalking in twilight was put to a better use. A place that filled his mind with a brutal appreciation... The place that he is now. ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ ᴀɴᴅ/ᴏʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ / None ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ(ꜱ) / None ᴋɪɴ / A late sibling, known only to him by "She" and his parents, who only shared their living range, though lived quite independently of one another ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ / Infigo; Latin, meaning "Impressive." The word shapes his every notion, his every thought, his every desire... ᴘᴀʟᴘᴀᴅ / If you would be so kind, I'd greatly appreciate it [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 40 |
Posted: Sat, 01/10/2022 15:10 (1 Year ago) |
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The devil's cry Rise, Rise Take to the sky Derek nodded briefly, showing that he understood what Gwen had said. He said nothing, though, mostly intent on getting to the inn and getting Sylas sober again. The guildsman took his job very seriously, it seemed. How long would Sylas have survived without Derek there? How long would Derek be there? Even then, the curiosity surrounding the drunken foreigner seemed more important.. Why was he here at all, if there was indeed a reason? Fleeing war? Fleeing people? Perhaps, fleeing his past..? [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 40 |
Posted: Sat, 01/10/2022 14:50 (1 Year ago) |
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Rising Dawns Take Up Their Quarrels Become Their Pawns Sylas kept blubbering and mumbling, every word a confused mix of drunken, slurred speech. After a few moments of this, though, he descending back to speaking in his native tongue, the unfamiliar words only sounding more and more confused. He seemed to speak mostly towards Gwen, though occasionally he barked Derek's name to speak to the guard. On one occasion, Derek grimaced and turned to Gwen, speaking slowly as he tried to translate the drunken words.. "Eh.. Hey seys.. Ahh..." Derek turned his head to Sylas, listening carefully.. "Hey seys thar wus a men en th'tavern, hey say-ed hey'd like t'a see y-ew agin, by th'name of.. Err..?" Another brief session of listening occurred as Sylas repeated a single phrase over and over, the alcohol on his tongue making it hard to understand for either of the listening parties.. After a few moments of struggle, Sylas mumbled and shook his head, giving up.. Derek grimaced again, then glanced at Gwen apologetically.. "Wey well feg-ir et ou-wt let'r, hey's not understendible." Translations: "Eh.. He says.. Ahh..." "He says there was a man in the tavern, he said he'd like to see you again, by the name of.. Err..?" "We will figure it out later, he's not understandable.." [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 40 |
Posted: Sat, 01/10/2022 14:04 (1 Year ago) |
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Foul blooded king Raise your stature Bow to the ring.. Sylas let out a laugh comparable to that which an animal might make. He barked out his laugh without a care in the world, being lead out of the tavern with glee. Derek offered a glance towards Gwen out of the very corner of his eye, as if he might understand what she had said a little better. Still, he didn't speak much in the presence of Sylas, knowing just how volatile the drunkard could be... That, of course, didn't stop Sylas from rambling on. "Oh, nawh, I b'rely knew hey'ad been kell't, I on'y found out wh'n I saw hem thur.. We got to a-talking, though, it was ney-ace.. Though, I will a-say... Esserpresing hew many of 'em want'ya t'just.. Let em go..." Sylas droned on for some good time as the three traveled towards their destination, but those few lines were really all that stood out from the blissful drunk's monologue.. Translations: "Oh, naw, I barely knew he'd been killed, I only found out when I saw him there.. We got to talking, though, it was nice.. Though, I will say... It's surprising how many of them want you to just.. Let them go..." [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 40 |
Posted: Sat, 01/10/2022 01:59 (1 Year ago) |
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Too broken to stand But I raise my fist I close my hand Derek nodded almost instantly in response, knowing that any words from him would send Sylas into an uproar of claiming he was perfectly fine, even despite the drunkard's own statements earlier. Sylas, after throwing back another glass of ale, stood slowly, taking Gwen's arm gratefully. In addition, Derek held on tightly to Sylas' free arm, ensuring that he wouldn't stumble or fall.. After a brief moment, Derek whistled two sharp notes. His foxes trotted ahead of the group, darting out from under a table. With that settled, Derek began to lead the way out of the tavern, ensuring Sylas and Gwen were stable.. Syals was droning on in his drunken tongue, mostly stories of far-fetched ideas, lands beyond compare, and seeing the dead walk again... "... en' it w's a byoo-t'fil place.. Decorated with all sorts'v flowers, and I sawr my older br'th'r there, too.. Hey's dead, thoow, so Aye'm sure it w's a dream..." Derek was shockingly unbothered by the story, despite the mention of seeing a dead relative.. Oddly enough, though, the slurred speech described a place very near to Telmar.. A hillside dappled with flowers and sparse of trees... Translations: "...and it was a beautiful place.. Decorated with all sorts of flowers, and I saw my older brother there, too.. He's dead, though, so I'm sure it was a dream..." [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 40 |
Posted: Sat, 24/09/2022 18:45 (1 Year ago) |
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Frightened Soul Take Your Chains Succumb to the Hellfire Derek had slowed down some as he watched Swif enter the tavern, a few unintelligible words coming from the soldier... He walked rather stiffly into the tavern, shedding his helmet once again. The back of his neck glistened with sweat, another potential flaw in his heavy armor; speed would be no strength of his. "Hey es he-er. Swif sme-let her seb-len en the wend. Shey's sum-whar he-er." Derek slowly turned his head, looking around the tavern with a brutal, intimidating eye.. Evidently he did not approve of his client's habits of drinking. Every client to the tavern had glanced towards the door, a few anxious whispers staggering around the wooded room. The presence of the General certainly made a few people straighten up, though a single head stayed lowered. This was the head that Derek seemed most interested in, his heavy footsteps rattling several glasses and bottles within the tavern. The head rose, revealing black hair and an exhausted-looking face.. Calling out in a broken half-language, the man spoke.. This was Derek's client, it seemed. Judging by the two identical foxes sitting around his chair, he was who they needed to see. "Derrik, lesta vin alen... The ale is here to guard me..." "Sey-lis, yew er a fo-oul. Th'aey-ale wu'nt gerd y'a frem en ess-ess-en.." Sylas, the supposed client, waved this off and gestured at a seat next to him. He poured a beautiful amber liquid from the bottle next to his arm, his hands shockingly stable. He poured two glasses, actually, as if suggesting Derek or Gwen take a drink as well. Derek ignored the gesture to the seat, as well as the drink, instead sighing and standing by, like a dutiful guard would.. Sylas took the opportunity to speak once more, though, his language more of Gwen's than of Derek's. "Y'a must be Gen'r'l Gwen, hey? Der las tecki v'divay.. Err.. S'a'pl's're t'a meet you in p'rson.. W'should move t'somewhere quiet soon, I dun'think the tavernkeep'r likes me v'ry much.." Translations: Derek Sylas "He is here. Swif smelled her sibling in the wind. She's somewhere here." Sylas, you are a fool. The ale won't guard you from an assassin." "Derek, leave me alone.. The ale is here to guard me." You must be General Gwen, hey? It is pleasing to meet.. Err.. It's a pleasure to meet you in person.. We should move to somewhere quiet soon, I don't think the tavernkeeper likes me very much." [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 40 |
Posted: Thu, 22/09/2022 22:39 (1 Year ago) |
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Follow the King The Queen's Beloved That Horrible Thing.. Derek shrugged, not speaking much more.. That was, if anything, an invitation. Derek seemed tired, though, as though he hadn't slept for some time.. Donning his helmet at last, he completed the intimidating set of armor he wore. It was almost as though he had completely transformed, become a new man.. His voice sounded odd within the headwear as he spoke, finality ringing through the metal... "Swif, seches Clik." The fox perked up immediately at hearing her name, processing the order much faster than any human might. She lifted her snout towards the sky, sniffing as she walked, often following the way the wind came from.. Her name had been mentioned, and Clik's name had been mentioned.. Perhaps "seches" meant find? Or maybe smell? It would be hard to tell, since the fox was already trotting ahead, and Derek was pursuing quite quickly... The armor was heavy, but Derek seemed to know that, if he didn't keep up with the fox, she would wander out of earshot, and he wouldn't be able to call her back easily.. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 20/09/2022 23:43 (1 Year ago) |
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Fallen to the Mace Revive Your Grace Revive Your Sullen Face Derek hardly noticed Gwen marching behind him, though as she caught up to him and spoke, he turned his head to listen. As he comprehended the sentence, which took very little time for the large brute, he shrugged with a might rattle of metal and leather. "Swif mey lid mey tah hem, sence hey's weth her sestar. Thay'ell knew aech-ather's scents. Y'mey't c'm'long, ef ya'd plase, et'ed bey good t'a interedece Seyl's t'a loc'l power." The fox leaping along beside the two had perked up upon hearing her name, though she shortly returned to playfully bounding along, often trotting to an interesting part of the area or a place where some meager sound had arisen from.. Translations: "Swif may lead me to him, since he's with her sister. They'll know each other's scents. You might come along, if you'd please, it would be good to introduce Sylas to local power." [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 18/09/2022 17:12 (1 Year ago) |
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Deceptive Beast, Come to Take His Claim.. Ruthless Cruelty, Breaking the Strongest Chain.. Given the Choice, There is no Choice, so Bow to The Hellish Pain.. Derek tipped his head at the request, though he seemed more eager to exit the room, uncomfortable with the sudden intensity of his conversational partner. He stood slowly, the chain creaking as the weight was eased from it. He glanced down at Swif, who had tipped the helmet upon to ground into a more stable position.. Derek wrestled his hatchet from his belt, then leaned down slightly and hooked one of the horns upon it, lifting it into his hands. Sheathing his hatchet once more, he nodded to Sage. "Aye'd like t'a considar th'request, ef Aye c-ud. Fer now, Aye'd best git t'a mey cle-int, hey's not one t'a bey left al'n fer too long, else hey begen's'ta drenk too much, sterts t'a sey ghusts, hey kells'em. Aye'm not aw-er ef th'm, thew, Aye be-leave thy're jest a few tew menay drenks.." The bastion bowed slightly, then stepped away from the chair he'd sat upon, which slouched slightly now. "Aye'll bey en contect." He turned and began walking, Swif trotting quickly after him, neither waiting to be dismissed... Translations "I'd like to consider the request, if I could. For now, I'd best get to my client, he's not one to be left alone for too long, else he begins to drink too much, starts to see 'ghosts,' he calls them. I'm not aware of them, though, I believe they're just a few too many drinks.." "I'll be in contact." [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 17/09/2022 19:26 (1 Year ago) |
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Risen in the Shadows.. Champion of the Nine, Retreat from these gallows... Derek turned his head in some surprise at the introduction of yet another party, his eyebrows raising as his helm tumbled to the ground with a rattle and a dull clank. He grimaced, glancing at the fallen helmet before turning his attention once more to Sage... He didn't take the time and obvious effort to lean down to retrieve the headwear. As Tani sat, he proceeded.. "Thar's more tuh tech-nul-igy then just wor, et c'n bey used fer even the common few. Th'plew, fer one exemple, et's med fer the farmars, net th'ermy." Derek shifted, the fox upon his lap slipping quickly back to the floor and sitting next to his helmet, nudging it and attempting to right it to a more retrievable position. The guardsman proceeded rather tensely, his eyes affixed upon Tani's hand, which rested none-too-kindly on her sword.. His own weapon was out of his reach, the hatchet twisted off to the side. "Thew, ther're severel thengs thet dew goh tewards worfer.. Ther's bellistae, ther'e semilar to lerge bews, med to fey-ar messive bolts.. Aye'em ensure ef wheth'r er net yew'ev seen th'm before, they'r comm-an et home." Translations: "There's more to technology than just war, it can be used for even the common few. The plow, for one example, it's made for the farmers, not the army." "Though, there are several things that do go towards warfare.. There's ballistae, they're similar to large bows, made to fire massive bolts. I'm unsure of whether or not you've seen them before, they're common at home." [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 17/09/2022 04:16 (1 Year ago) |
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Upon the Western shores The ravens call Their wings a-beating, roars.. Derek twisted his face in slight discomfort, as if not quite sure of this kingdom's true ability.. Surely, they had an army of considerable power, as well as formidable defenses.. He chewed his tongue for several moments, then slowly spoke... "Mey Aye esk, whut'er yer prow-dast en-vin-shuns? Aye'ud like'ta knoh, s'thet Aye dun't tell yew ab'oot some-then yew already knoh ab'oot.." The guardian shifted, his chair groaning under the stress once more. The fox paced in his lap for a moment, yipping at him as the chair strained. Translation "May I ask, what are your proudest inventions? I'd like to know, so that I don't tell you about something you already know about." [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 17/09/2022 03:49 (1 Year ago) |
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Of a lukewarm breeze When the heart fails The land shall feed.. Derek seemed rather taken aback by the question, speaking slowly an doing his very best to enunciate.. He was careful with each word, trying desperately to allow the superior ranks around him taste the flavor of this idea, this abstract concept of easy travel between two points so far away... He turned his head towards Gwen, "Aye em.. Not sher ef yer ne-val pow-ar, bot.. There're sheps med fer travels ef thet destince, they're med lerge ent strung, s'uh thet they cun te-k the lar-gar wev's.." Derek shifted again, turning his head towards Sage once again.. He seemed weary of the sudden change in the atmosphere of the room, his fingers twitching, calling Swif back to him.. The fox leapt into his lap, sitting down comfortably, her brush settling around her small body.. She seemed to be more of a comfort animal than a combat-oriented creature.. Translation "I am.. Not sure of your naval power, but.. There are ships made for travels of that distance, they're made large and strong, so that they can take the larger waves.." [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 17/09/2022 02:55 (1 Year ago) |
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Goddess of Foul Blooded Scum, Terrible Ruler of the Knowing, Hear the Horn's Gentle Thrum... "Aye em afre-hd thet Aye em un-sher ef hes re-sins t'a bey here. Hes nem es Sy-las Verun, hey es ef nob'l bl-ud, wey are from anoth'r con't'nent, across th' sea." Derek Shifted slightly in his seat, a little nervous about explaining the idea of visitors from another land... It seemed as though the kingdom was very land-locked, and entirely self-reliant. He found it unlikely they recieved many visitors from much other than other tribal villages and kingdoms in the immediate area... The fox was more than happy to keep distracting Gwen, snout snuffling at anything nearby.. Swif, was her name, wasn't it..? Translations Courtesy of RaRaRasputin "I am afraid that I am unsure of his reasons to be here. His name is Sylas Verun, he is of noble blood, we are from another continent, across the sea." [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 16/09/2022 03:16 (1 Year ago) |
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You Rebels and Scum Bow Down to the Queen Of the Rising Sun... Derek strode in easily, as did the fox accompanying him.. Derek nodded to Gwen, answering her question before turning his attention to Sage.. Swif bit gently at his gauntlet, asking for attention, before the armored guard made a gesture, teh fox letting out a quiet chirp and scampering over to Gwen, the next best thing to beg for attention from.. The fox sat down by her left foot, sniffing her legs and being a very stereotypical fox, curious and nosy... Derek glanced at the seat he was offered, then carefully sat down, his face twisting into a nervous look as the seat creaked loudly beneath his weight. After a moment of assuring the chair wouldn't shatter, Derek spoke. It was nearly identical to what he'd said to Gwen. "Aye em on en essen-mint ef bes-chun gerds-men dewty, es-kert-ing a hiy prier-ety cle-int. Aye'em un-sher why hey wents ta-bey here, thew." [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 16/09/2022 02:39 (1 Year ago) |
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Cursed sounds Flee me, flee me Leave these grounds.. Derek grabbed the reins of the horse, holding them out for the guard to take to lead the horse away. After a few moments, though, Derek shouted three unfamiliar words at the wagon as it was being led away towards an inn... "Clik! Swif! Grad!" As these words were shouted, two large, beautifully colored animals leapt from the back of wagon. Derek leaned down once more, turning to them and speaking. "Clik, Sylas." One of the foxes quickly turned and leapt away, scrambling back into the back of the wagon and rousing Sylas slowly.. "Swif, set." The remaining fox quickly came closer to Derek as the guardian stood slowly, the fox nipping at one of his gauntlets as it rose. Derek turned to Gwen, nodding to her. "Aye hope yew well not mend Swif eny, shey is plenty good." The fox seemed very close to Derek, occasionally circling his feet and looking around. The journey to the doorway of the supposed woman Derek was supposed to meet was filled with quiet grunts and the clattering of armor.. No wonder he had chosen to ride in the wagon, his armor was more specifically designed for battle than travel. He didn't appear to be exhausted, though, only slightly agitated by the restriction of movement the heavy, powerful armor applied. Swif, the fox, was quite happy to tag along, jumping along playfully before returning to Derek, occasionally sniffing at Gwen. Derek waited patiently for his entry to be permitted to the room ahead of him. The doors were grand, decorated as fit for a ruler of any kingdom. He held his helmet under one arm, the hatchet tucked away on his belt, hard to access with the heavy armor very quickly; a way to reduce any threat he posed. Evidently, Derek had done this very same thing before, greeting a ruler of a kingdom... [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 16/09/2022 01:57 (1 Year ago) |
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Valor and Cunning, your anger is mild.. The guard rose back up to his feet with a huff, showing off a weakness, though whether on purpose or accident was unclear.. Kneeling took little effort, but standing was difficult. The hatchet was suddenly in Derek's grasp, the handle threaded through the leather loop as he sheathed it away. His stance became much more powerful, though, his left hand retrieving his helmet from the wagon and holding it in one hand. "Aye em here es-kert-ing a men nemmed Sey-las Verun. Hey's slay-ping en the wagen et tha meyw-ment. E'd seg-gest net dester-bing hem." Derek gesturing at the wagon behind him, indicated the very back of it, where it was open enough to peer inside or jump in, if needed. [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 16/09/2022 00:20 (1 Year ago) |
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Betray the ones that let you fall Forget the traitors in your mind Become the one who leads the blind... Derek lifted his chin rather defiantly at Gwen's approach, his face turning stern. Moments earlier, he'd been wearing a friendly smile, though now.. Now he wore a face of challenge, almost, as if offended by the sudden interruption in conversation. His eyes crossed over Gwen quickly, analyzing this potential opponent. His hands loosened on the reins of the horse, letting them fall easily. His blade was still within the wagon, though a shining, beautifully polished hatchet rested against his right flank, held there by a loop of leather. Two armored fingers pressed against the bottom of the hatchet's handle, slipping it quickly out of the loop. Thnk.. It fell softly to the ground leaving the blade resting upon one side, out of easy reach.. Derek was now "unarmed," aside from the likely strength he boasted in his own body. Reaching out to the wagon, Derek set his helmet upon it, then shifted to turn fully towards Gwen, his eyes narrowing slightly.. "Yer unawer of mey clan, then.. Aye em a Bes-chun Gelds-men. Aye recogneys yew es a General, em Aye encorrect?" Derek shifted his feet with a heavy clatter of armor, settling onto one knee with a much louder clash of metal. He bowed his head, a more formal introduction rising from the kneeling position. " Bes-chun Gelds-men Sen-yer. Derek, General. Aye em on en essen-mint ef Bes-chun gerds-men dewty, es-kert-ing a hiy prier-ety cle-int." [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 15/09/2022 23:39 (1 Year ago) |
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Take up my lonesome torch For odd, fearsome things Hide beneath my porch... Derek offered no such glances, though he occasionally turned his near-shaven head towards the wagon, saying a few words. Every few minutes, the man driving the carriage leaned over to speak in an unfamiliar tongue to his guard. It was a language unlike any other, sharp and difficult to hear from a distance.. The patterns of speech weren't unfamiliar.. Spies spoke in the same sharp, quiet hisses.. Though, the few words that could be heard were entirely nonsensical. These were no spies, these were foreigners to the land. They had no idea of the war that was being fought, nor of the ferocity of the opponent that stood strong in the face of battle... Derek seemed to be translating the guard's words to the other man, ensuring understanding was met. Upon arrival before the guards at the entrance to the supposed living quarters of the leader of the kingdom, Derek shifted in his armor.. It clattered for a moment, though settled nearly as fast as he did. Upon the continuation of their journey, the driver said something aloud to Derek, not hiding the strange language anymore. "Darak, Ven trusv.. Vennas decaver ost der Wagon... In-tro-duce ven." The man held the reins of the horse out to Derek, who took them and stepped a few paces of towards the head of the horse. Then, the previous driver shifted in his seat, vanishing into the canvas. By the sounds of it, he had laid down or sat somewhere to rest. "Hey says to intreduce hem. That is Sylas Verun, hey es mey cle-int ent compenion.. Aye'em un-sher of hes reysins ta'bey here, thew.." [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 15/09/2022 22:57 (1 Year ago) |
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Away would lead a string of gold By legend's luck, it was foretold That death awaited those who fol'd The only true thing that might arouse any suspicion was a large weapon within the carriage, made of the same metal as the guard's armor. It was a single-edged blade made for cleaving at a target, an incredibly heavy weapon to be paired with immensely strong armor. One of the bags had a small hole at one place, but nothing much else. Beneath the wagon was only the signs of travel and wear, the elements had not been kind on this journey.. Upon the inspection of the wagon, the driver of the carriage straightened up, trying to look proper. It hadn't precisely worked, what with the bags under his eyes and the dark rings around even those. There was a dagger at his waist, but it seemed mostly for the rights of being a "threat" to an attacker. Of course, he was so thin, so miniscule that he would be easily overpowered in a battle.. The only threat would have been his guardian, suggesting some kind of contract between the two.. The male guard's words seemed to strike a friendly chord with Derek, an understanding grin flashing across his otherwise stern features... "Ah, of kers.. Sec-eraty es of utmast impertance when there es a threat." He gestured to the man driving the wagon, who flicked the reins and proceeded through the checkpoint. He seemed nearly ready to fall asleep right then and there, but through some incredible feat of willpower, he did not. [Read more] |
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Interna_Chaotica OFFLINE Forum Posts: 40 |
Posted: Thu, 15/09/2022 00:55 (1 Year ago) |
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Gleaming through the Daybringer's glare.. Thy beauty brings the prayers to the shrine.. So that a victim might forget the oppressor's stare.. The rising dawn brought guests, unexpected to the kingdom... A wagon, trailed behind a strong, powerful horse.. It was unlike any horse seen by any soul within the kingdom's walls, tall and elegant, yet more muscular than even the strongest beast of burden upon the kingdom's soils, maybe even the continent.. The man who drove the horse onwards was surely unfamiliar with the lands, that showed by his simple features... He was not of a local land or sea, but of a city some great distance away. The back of the wagon sagged with a surprising groan, something large and heavy shifting behind the cover of canvas sheets, designed to provide shelter from the elements.. The sound of shifting armor came from within as two heavily armored legs let themselves down from the hind of the carriage. An impressively powerful man stepped around the wagon, trotting ahead towards the gates of the city. He spoke a few words of a foreign language to the wagon and the man driving it, then approached the gate guards.. The man had impossibly black hair, so dark it seemed to devour the light that touched it. He was decorated with a cape, as well as impossibly thick armor, though it seemed to be made of a light, durable metal and stained to bear the colors of night.. Around his neck, a decorative band was laid, empowered by a pair of lion's heads, crafted of gold, that sat attached at either end of the neckwear. The man held his helmet in hand, eyes of deep blue scanning the area.. The helmet had a mask of metal affixed to it, as well as a pair of horns, reminiscent of a bull. He strode easily forward, glancing at the wagon behind him and gesturing for it to stop.. He turned back to the guardsmen posted at the gate, offering a friendly smile.. Yet when he spoke, he spoke in an accent that told of violence and warfare.. His words were twisted by the accent, making several words hard to understand.. "Ho, guardians.. I usk for pass-adge for meysalf and mey compan-yen.. If Aye must appale to a heyer rank, Aye will do es Aye em told.." [Read more] |