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"I was waiting for this moment..." intoned Edvard as he began to rev up energy. Hefting his body weight behind a wooden shield aimed at the door, Edvard tightened up while making growling noises. His salivation dripped on the floor, filling the air with a dripping sound. "One...two...AIIEEEEEEE!!!!!" he screamed while charging towards the door. And in that moment, Edvard had put everything he had. For House Tirel. .
Edvard wasn't much for taking small steps in life. He felt that any sort of hesitation led towards indecision - a big indicator of low self esteem. Whatever was inside the dungeon would have to deal with him - and he was never alone. "We are a pact...a pact of wolves. started Edvard as he looked about his teammates while they engaged the current situation. "Look at us - we're no different than Kassen in his day - mind you, he didn't have a mighty but undead scared baby sister. ha! But, time to meet destiny head on! jeered the Tirel troublemaker as he stands within the doorway. Looking upon the engulfing darkness, Edvard issues out a challenge. "COME FORTH YOU RAPSCALLION. COME FACE THE MIGHT OF THE TIRELS!!!" belted Edvard, as the darkness accepted his plea. ,
LEVER!!!! belted Edvard as he switched from being door knocker to lever monkey. Catching the device just in time for Délia's interaction with the device, Ed had pulled down - in synchronization.
Edvard had bumbled forward like a puppet to where the door stood. Giving a big smile and prep, he charged the door. "Huh huh huhhh!!!!!!! :
Edvard had stared blankly at his baby sister - feeling as if he was called to a higher purpose. Moving towards his sister, he had merely grabbed and held her high. With a simple command, he uttered one thing. "I Big Brother. I protect you" Placing his sister down, he assured his use as a meatshield.
"HEY! A LEVER!!!" Cried out Edvard as he hastened to the device like a hungry monkey. Without hesistating, he pulls back on the switch waiting for a click or something.
Zombies!!! asked Edvard with great interest. Turning round, he starts doing his best paladin impression. "Die evil creatures!" as he swung his battle axe with fun"
Sensing that his friends didn't approve of his bursts of heroism, he resumes a position at the front of the party remaining silent - letting the battle consume him internally. "Urr..." moaned Edvard has he grinded his teeth against the sudden caution held amongst his team mates.
"oof..." Edvard managed to make a small sound as his younger half got the better of him. His greataxe clanging against the ground. "Fine...we do it your way" said a frustrated Edvard.
"No, we do not run" murmured Edvard, his warrior side re-awakening. He gripped the greataxe tightly, readying his body to collide with the enemy. Resuming his bravado, he charges towards the source of the sound. "FOR HOUSE TIREL!!!
It wasn't easy for the wild boy to come back to his senses. In all of his life, he had never encountered something so....magical ( in mundane terms ). Grasping as many pillows he could hold, he held on to them tightly and smushed his face in a reverberating manner. "This is'll be the last of these friends..." thought the fighter as he bided farewell to the feathery packs of fluffyness. Grabbing ahold of the silk rope, he gave a few tugs before attempting to climb up. He couldn't get a footing exactly, but roared and hollered with courage hoping to "will" his way up. "TO DESTINY I CLIMB"
"WHAT TREACHERY IS THIS!!! A PIT OF PACKED FEATHERS??? roared the passionate fighter. He was taken aback from the sudden fall. His frustration turned into laughter as he had little choice buy to place around a pit of pillows. "HAhahahHAah So fluffy" laughed Edvard.
Elaina's calm broke as the wailing of an unknown creature echoed within the antichamber. Still within big-brother mode, Ed's courage had multiplied. Choosing to switch to a devastating weapon, Ed brandished his great axe with increased vigor. The wounds from moments ago seemed to vanish as the wild Tirel became...the guardian. Pressing ahead of the team, Edvard swings his axe upward, catching the light flecking from a nearby torch. "WE WILL BE THE LIGHT, FOR KASSEN'S HONOR!!!" belted the passionate fighter. Finishing the exclamation with a showy display, Edvard rushes towards the source of the sound. If there would be anyone to break the fear of the Undead, it would be Elaina's brother.
The cries of his younger half snapped Edvard from his battle lust and activated the caring side of the wild youth. Sliding onto his knees, he grabs Elaina in his big arms and beings rocking the shaken warrior. They're gone Elaina. It's gonna be okay.
Restorative energies flowed through Edvard, giving him a warm sensation, like a mother's embrace. With strength returning within the wild boy's figure, he motions towards Delia. With renewed vigor, there was only one thing that Edvard could do to save the day. Hurling his shield with great might, he tosses it towards the remaining skeleton, hoping to lob its head off. "EAT THIS!!!!"
Edvard shuddered for a moment as the familiar cold wetness of blood seeped through his hide armor. From his mouth came gasps of air as the battle continued. With his sister secured behind him, Ed wandered further into the room, and called the attention of the remaining undead. "HAVE YOU NO HONOR???DOES NONE CHALLENGE THE MIGHT OF HOUSE TIREL???!!!" The bones of the skeleton warriors clicked in the distance, and Ed could feel their cold eyes upon him. Clanking a Kassen forged battle axe against his shield, Edvard issued a taunt. "MUST I BECOME UNDEAD TO TEACH YOU A LESSON?"
After issuing the command, Ed shifts himself into a defensive position.
"HORAHH!!!!!" roared Edvard as both he and Elaina had a dispatched a skeleton. Proudly clasping his sister's shoulder, Ed was proud of his sister. Before ranting about their good work, something in the wild youth's periphial vision caught him on guard. Whipping his shield, he tries to connect the blow against the new enemy.
Now facing the new intruder, Ed chops at the skeleton. BEGONE FOUL UNDEATH!!!
The battle gripped at Edvard's primal self, awakening the youth to the reality of combat. Any warrior worth his weight in gold would easily single out the weakest foe - but for Ed, this was not the case. A foe from his twin's past was trying to maim her - and he could not let that happen. Especially after that promise he made many moons ago. Readying his axe for another blow, he heaves out issueing a new battle cry - one for his sister. "Elaina, we shall overcome them!!!!" the wild youth said, finding an opening within his defense to swing at the skeleton's feet.
Ed yells out amongst the undead, ushering a battle cry to inspire his friends, or atleast let them know he's alive. "FOR HOUSE TIRELL!!!!" he said as he drove his battleaxe down on the skeleton in front of him.
With his battle axe and shield still drawn moves to a place next to his twin, and offers his shield in protection.
Stopping in place, Ed's body turned quickly and he gave a horrid look at Elaina, nearly scaring the poor girl.
Seeing that Elaina was near tears, things had gotten real serious. Stopping his act, he did what a good older brother can do. He teased and poked at her. "Come on Baby sister, you'd think my brains so far gone I'm gonna be an undead? Pfft, sides, what did I tell you on how to deal with them?
Something snapped within Ed. From being extremely affectionate with his sister Elaina, the wild boy hung precariously gripping his shield and battle axe. He began salivating and acting a battle possessed drone - making whirring sounds. "Uhhhhhhh Aahhhhhh Oooohhhhhh"
"BABY SISTER!!! exclaims Edvard as he's repelled from the door. Nearly squeezing the life out of his sister, Ed picks up his sister and swings her around. "Look at you!! Mom'll be proud, you made it down the hill. I knew the Tirel sense of landscape would pay off." Plopping his sister back down with a thud, he puts his hands together and tries for the door once more.
"Hmph, you said it Lizard Boy." replied Edvard. Motioning further into the tunnel, Edvard cared little as he plodded along. Finding a pair of rickety wooden doors, he heaved a heavy foot and tries to kick the door open.
"Glad those aren't MY horses!!" said Ed with a hearty laugh. The entrance looked impressive, having finally reached their destination. Who knew what terrors wait inside. But for Ed, this was more than just a trial that the Village Elders bestowed upon him - for this blonde haired youth was about to become a fully fledged man. "Forget the horses, we can study flora and fauna with Nedyr when we're done. Time to bust inside and make camp. I'm sure we're all too ragged for wear."
"Sorry Nature boy, but I've come to an agreeance with our fellow artisan. She speaks of something securable...might I remind you about our encounter with forest puppies?" Edvard openly speaking his mind. He kept motioning forward with his body reminding the others who's in charge.
"Alright, we'll press on. I couldn't see the hero Ekat Kassen giving up, so nor should we." Shifting his weight, Ed planned to guide the team to the site.
Hefting his axes to a more secure place upon his backpack and belt, Ed tried to rally the troops. "Should we press on, or attempt to brave the tomb???" He hadn't heard a word from his sister, nor the half orc as they made the climb. Could the trials of the Everflame be too much for the party?
Picking himself up from yet another tree, Edvard was through eating wood pulp for the day. With a mouthful of splinters, he clamors to the group. "This is part of the hero's quest. A typical hazing adventurelings such as ourselves are subjected to..." Edvard had said with a chiding tone, finishing his rant and collapsing on a dry patch of earth nearby his comrades. "Oh I wouldn't give for a hunk of hot pork and crisp ale right now!!!" The young fighter roared, struggling for breath as he exhaled a cloud of dust.
Slowly clamoring his face out of the tree, Edvard had felt closer to nature. Spitting ouch a mouthful of bark, he collected himself and looked towards finishing the hill.
Ed's parents had packed various supplies in his bag hoping that he could make use of them, or at worse, allow Elaina to carry him. As he watched Delia dive forward into a rolling mess, there was no way he'd follow. Pulling out from his bag a coil of rope, 50ft in length, he tied one end to a sturdy tree. Fastening several knots. Giving a swift tug, he leaned forward and hopped about, thinking that he was secure. "Maybe the rope could be used to help the others" thought Ed. "Adventure...Hoooooo~~~~~" yelled Ed as he made the decline.
Rolling his eyes, Edvard didn't bark out any witty one-liners. Sure, at times he could be an obnoxious and overbearing mess, he did have within him some respect - how ever abysmally small. "We've got to double our efforts if we wish to pursue further" Said Edvard while he shuffled his backpack. A kettle clanged against the bulky metal of his great axe. The large weapon was simple beyond all means - hefty shaped metal stuck on a dark oak handle bearing a small inscription. The funky letters were Ed's poor attempt at runic typography.
"Why don't we just toss him back in the muck weighed down by a rock. Less effort on our part." said Edvard as he offered his more practical solution to the matter at hand.
Knowing full well that dead bodies and alike would frighten his twin, Ed thought the best idea. Using his finger, he inscribed a happy face into still damp mud on the dead person. Feeling that it was both appropriate and uplifting, Ed had contributed to the situation. "Not so scary now..." Despite his best attempt, the dead body was still dead - but now with a smile.
Grunting at the sight of the mucked body, Ed feigned interest. It was a silly idea for any person to writhe around in the mud - but since he's part of a time, he'd no other better idea. Ed meanders to Nedyr and attempts to wrestle the body out of the muck.
" hurrrghhhh!!!! " groans Ed.
Some moments have passed, while the group looked blankly at Edvard. Feeling the dawn of the new day, and the sense of another fun filled day with untold horrors and monsters, what possibly could go wrong? Securing his great axe along his back, and slinging a backpack over his shoulder Edvard had simply said to the group. "Oy mates! Are we gonna head out or not? I'm sure more wolves would love to have us for breakfast...say over eggs and ham, hum? Say Nedyr, got that map handy, we've got a task to accomplish! It was weird for a moment having seen Ed go from completely loony to leader. But if there were gonna survive this gauntlet, it would take the party's combined effort.
Taking a harsh cue from his sister, Ed had merely rolled back and righted himself. Offering a smile to the crowd awakening before him, he spoke up. And a morning to ya! In which he seemingly stripped his tunic and sleeping ware, donning his elk hide armor. As always, Ed was completely oblivious of his team's gaze.
Hearing Nedyr's voice, Ed had sprang up, quickly grabbing his battle axe and looking around with alarm. Having battled against wolves just hours prior, the troubled youth wasn't going to become something's breakfast. "huhh!!!!" Ed had roared, realizing that it was a chilly morning with huddled bodies instead of snarling wolves. Coming down to his senses, he plopped himself near his cot and rummaged through his backpack for a trail ration. With a mouth filled with stale bread, he poked his sister's cot, having little regard for her retaliation. "Oy!! baby sis! WAKE UP!!" .
Satisfied that Sevrin wouldn't eat Ed, the troubled youth had ceased his activity, having chosen to enter in a staring contest with the adept's pet. A moment passes as Ed strained his eyes. Quivering, Ed had lost the contest. One of these days...I'll win Ed mutters as he motions past Sevrin and settles on his cot. Great axe secured back in its sheath, Ed tucked himself into bed without saying another word.
Patting his sister on the head, Ed smiled as he rested his great axe. "Now thats the spirit kiddo, even its with a sharpened stick." To which Ed follows with a hearty laugh. He had little to say - Elaina had come through, and with an excellent hit. Ed's ears pricked at Nedyr's comment directed at Sevrin. "Hm, wizards...they rhyme with lizards. You don't happen to be..." Approaching Severin, the Shield fighter did a cursory inspection of the youth trying to determine any scales or tail. Tucking at his robes and poking the boy's flesh, Ed seemed somewhat suspicious of Sevrin.
Seeing that the pack leader was well within the group's handle, Ed had positioned himself near Elaina, and assumed a strong pose. Hair whipping in the night's breeze, the Tirel Twins were a spectacle to see. Bringing his arms in an arc, Ed had prepared his great axe should the wolf stir. "Hell'll find no other direction stronger than the hewing of my blade" mumbled Ed as he looked menacingly. Brow furrowing, and a glare that could best even a gorgon's gaze - Edvard Tirel.
Slowly coming out of his trance, Ed had needed something larger - and more deadlier. His muscles ached to collide with the enemies, as in his head - he was the chosen one. "Oooooahhhh!!!!" screamed the youth he made his move. Finding his hands around the great axe he bought on his birthday, its great weight had reminded Ed of its power. Honing on the nearest wolf, he saw no different than the ogrekin in his dream.
: Throwing caution to the wind, Ed had decided to do his best and fight back.
Ed had been previously engaged in a most epic fantasy.
dream:
battle against Frost Trolls in the outskirts of Kalsgard. His shield bore a different face - a series of intricate knotted emboss with a mighty sigil at its center. Everything was different about the lad - longer braided hair drapped across a full plate of armor. White vestments with a blue trim, a dancing pattern of skald prayers. The troll, complete with a frost beard and piercing red eyes had snarled, revealing a maw of vicious teeth which to rip and tear Ed. Drawing about his axe and shield, he was took a position near Elaina and charged the fearsome creature As if called to action, Ed woke from his alternate reality, as if posessed by something, he stands up without thinking - armor and weaponless. But it didn't matter, he just bared his teeth and snarled widely, not even realizing the presence of the wolves.
Aroooo Arooo Huffff *snarls*
Being mindful of the attack earlier in the day, Ed had unwillingly offered himself to sleep outside. Tossing his bedroll and pack to the ground with a heave, Edvard looks to the group with crossed arms. Shush, I get it. I'll be the exile and first watch. I'll take one for the team stated fiercely Ed.
With the advent of the evening, Ed couldn't help but to rejoice at the group's expense. Hopefully his quip would inspire them to act, or at the bare least have some fun.
Our familiar friend, the ever approaching evening is upon us friends. We must make ourselves chaste and seek shelter for we know not of what perrils lay in wait for us,,, After this quip, Ed seemed to snap back to his usual self.
Despite the brief diplomatic moment ago, Edvard didn't want to be a complete jerk to his friends. Picking a more...safe route, the youth had tried to start a legitimate conversation. Hey about that fight earlier, you'd think that there'll be more of ém?
Whaddya mean? said Ed has he mowed a good berth of weeds that stood before him. His face meeting the sternful gaze of his sister, Ed had swallowed a gulp, flaced Nedyr a dirty look and stopped his activity. Tucking back his great axe, Ed crossed his arms and stepped to the side. Them by all means... Ed said casually.
Hm, that familiar nocturne is bound for us if do not hurry he thought to himself. Securing his shield behind his back, Ed brandished his great axe and took a position before the group. Listen, you all know as well as I do that anything can be out there. All I need is some cover. I've the idea to make our path through this thicketed wood. Being that the group had a difficult time coming to a united decision against the bandits, Ed didn't hesistate towards pushing on.
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