Oh god, wow. Yeah, sorry, but I think the pace of this game might be a little out of my league. I'm gonna have to duck out.
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Glad to be accepted. Problem is, between the games I'm running and also handling a bunch of long weekend stuff, I don't know if I'll be able to post much for the next few days, let alone do the bulk of Krugga's character sheet. If it's a problem and I'm out on that basis, no worries, I understand.
Krugga smiles to Runt, and then gives a frown toward Karol. "I'm sad to have missed it, then. It's amazing how Karol can fascinate me with a story of something I lived through myself." She laughs, standing up to get some ale and returning to her seat on the floor. Tsarok, her tiger, puts his head into her lap and asks for more attention from her hand with a loud, low purr. With a sigh, she obliges and begins to scratch. "If you'd like to hear my tale, then I shall certainly oblige, but it may not carry the same glory as some of yours." "My greatest contribution to the war wasn't on some great battlefield. It was a few years before the war ended. Wolftooth had challenged us to battle, as they had many times before. I stayed behind to tend to the mounts injured during the previous battle, as well as the wounded soldiers. Still new to the clan, I hadn't yet earned the respect I desired, which I believe to be part of why I was ordered to remain behind and help the sick. I accepted that fate, and hoped I could prove my worth regardless; in some ways my ability to tend to animals may be more beneficial than my battle prowess. "The battle was a ruse. I'm sure some of you remember finding them, embedded in a defensive position. They were just holding the line and keeping our best warriors busy so a much smaller force could sneak through from the north to set our homes ablaze. I don't think they expected anybody to be left behind. "Nature cried out in warning. I could hear it on the wind, the sounds of wings and calls as their torches frightened the birds out of their homes in the branches. I was tending to a boar when I heard the cries, Tsarok and I both becoming alert, and we ran out to the edge of camp; we could see the smoke rising up in the distance. Their torches licked the trees and set some of them ablaze. They were coming to ruin us, and along the way ravage the land. "I called out to the every creature to come to our aid. The few in camp who knew how to fight were armed, and we met their small force on the edge of camp. I'm young, not the mightiest of druids, and I cannot make the forest itself fight for me, but I came as close as I could, within my power. Bears from the west and wildcats from the east flanked the attackers. I summoned into every container I could find water that the birds delivered onto the heads and torches of Clan Bearclaw, and further up still to salvage the trees and plains as much they could. Once their torches were out, our enemies found their eyes pecked out and massive claws rending their flesh. We did not have our best warriors, but we did not need them. My words were not necessary to make the animals whose homes Wolftooth threatened strike them down with the unmerciful savagery they showed. "Twenty orcs came to destroy our homes. We slew all of them. Staff and blade stood with claw and tooth. Some of the creatures I called upon gave their lives to defend our homes and our young, who all survived. It is not some great deed, and I did not by my own hands slay a chieftain or avenge anybody, and in fact my own staff did very little, but it is still my proudest night of the war." She raises her ale. "A drink, for the animals who nobly died defending our homes."
As if called by the howling, a woman who smells of the forest floor and looks quite a bit like one too arrives, using her quarterstaff as a walking stick, with her white tiger walking by her side. Her black hair is done up into a messy series of braids that have slowly degraded and become messy from several moons spent in the woods without realizing she'd been gone so long. She's lean, not as well built or well fed as most of her kind tend to be. She gives everyone a courteous, small nod as she finds a place to find to sit, shifting her leaf-covered armor somewhat to get comfortable cross-legged on the floor. Her cat sits beside her, and she reaches with her free hand to scratch him behind the ears as she she regards everyone. "It seems I've just missed story time. What a shame." |