Work and life schedule are conflicting for me as well. trying to stablize it but its proving difficult. My posting will be slow but I will try and stay active.
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Not one for idleness Vaynard lifts his bow, notching an arrow and aiming carful before firing it at the predator. Intent to wound the creature and drive it off...
I admit I am still interested. Having some major work issues at the moment, the drop in oil is not exactly good for Oil field workers. Low oil = slow down in work = cuts. Not fun. My new job is ramping up strangely but oil field work is never completely stable. Especially with world policies included in the mix. Blargh. So I will remain, I won't check in often while we are slow as I have other games that need my attention but I will try and remain a part of the story.
Thats too bad :/ For now I am going to withdraw from this game. Apologies but need to start minimizing to maintain my schedules with more active games. It was fun though and I hope to have a chance to play again. :/
Holy Ram Cow Batman!! :O
Vaynard sighed as he rose to his feet still scanning the area with his magic. "Or she lead us on a Jvyter's loop and did as Hedrick said. Has anyone checked the sky? I am busy with this area here..."
Vaynard, taking a gamble, decides to cast a spell and scan the area with an arcane eye...
... "It appears they may have used some sort of magic to move upward or fly... Are there any other major landmarks in this land that we know of? Ones of magical importance?" He wore his normal neutral expression as he sweated in the heat.
Vaynard shares what insights he aquired from his tracking. He missed little as there quarry was mounted and that made them laughingly easy to track...
Happy thanksgiving!
"If its like her bears then it will allow her to gain a great distance on us. Lets get moving." He kept his bow out as he continued to follow the hoof prints...
Vaynard moved forward at the Elfin's word, searching with the skill born from the brutal cold of his homeland. This soft earth proved easy compared to find tracks in blowing snow and cross winds... As he worked he brought various bits of fauna and dirt to his keen nose, trying to find any interesting scents. His ears lay flat momentarily while he performed his task, he'd made an oath and he would keep it.
"Or she steals her strength from the Feathered Ones item she stole... If she is the scholar you say she is, perhaps she knows how to use it and I assume she is." Vaynard adjusts his gear, uncomfortable with the thought of the coming confrontation, he hoped he could keep distance but it depended on what else this Fenian could do. "Her capture isn't beyond us, it will be difficult."
Vaynard's ears flicked in irritation, he wisely though kept it to himself. "Do we know where this Fenian is running to? Is there anything else known of Her?"
"A pity. Now that I am forced away from my homeland, I would have liked to have seen these legendary places. Perhaps one day we will find them again..." He adjusts his chain shirt as it writhes in the heat, pouring some water on his chest plate settles the unruly armor.
Vaynard nods. "I only know most of these places and their people from stories. We never ventured far from the rooted clan hold. Are there far more powerful men from where you hail?"
Vaynard grimaces. "At least you proved stronger than the beasts. Distance was our only companion when it came to the beasts of the wastes. Where are you and your brother from Yudra?"
He nods to Hedrick as he states simply. Expanding on the ideals he grew up with but trying not to sound long winded. "It was custom to expect payment for aid. Crafting was limited, bartering was how we traded for goods. But Oath's solidify what is expected and what will be given." He shifts his pack a frown on his furred face as he turns his head to regard Hedrik with his good eye. "Hard times hit us all." He had what he needed. "Besides, fighing the bears was fun..." The Elfin were suffering now.
For those still in the cabin:
He arcs an eyebrow before shaking his head and saying quite frankly. "Elatus Catulos..." Vaynard's ears were angled flat and back in irritation but he shoulders his gear-bag and nods to Methild. "What they mean is... If we are going to catch your Oathbreaker we need to get on the trail, quickly. Lest we lose her to the wind." This is the first time he regards her. Its the first time he looks at the Elfin woman, extending a hand to help her out of her seat. The motion was more ceremonial as he sealed his Oath for aiding her. "By the roots of Yggdrasil I swear to aid in your endeavor, Methild of Aelfheim, if you will have me. Since I aid your people I decline any reward. I will follow your commands so that I do not shame your quest. I am oathbound until you release me." Once it was done he settled in behind her, following her out of the cabin.
Once outside the cabin he bundles up a shirt, ties it above his head and douses it with water to keep him cool. He remains behind the woman unless directed to do otherwise.
To hear that an Oathbreaker was being allowed to live set his jaw on edge. The times had changed and now he would have to change with them. It doesn't however stop him from hissing in disapproval more to himself than anyone else. "An Oathbreaker..." Vaynard turns from the window, unable to take much more of the glaring sun and heat. He turns to look at Methild then. Nodding in agreement with Yudra's statement.
He knows nothing about nothingl
"Of course they still have meaning. I'll not forget what made me what I am..." He stands and approaches Yudra... "... or I may lose my connection to the land, my ability to draw upon its strength in m,y time of need..."
He casts a healing spell, summoning forth positive energy in an attempt to stitch the wounds Yudra has received.
He casts again, this time more potently then before. Trying to heal Yudra's wounds or at least stop his bleeding. His spells expended he moves to the window and peers through at the bright sun and the wavering waves of heat in the air.
Vaynards anger had made him temporarily forget his misery, which of course meant the heat came rushing back. The only thing abating it was that he was now in the shade. He shook his head at Hedrick as he answered. "I don't know the answers to most of your questions. For I never left my homeland before now. I remember defending the route alongside the rest of my clansmen before it shut forever. It is where I lost my left eye. Thankfully the gods granted me a spare. This heat pales in comparison to that day now..." He chuckles, despite vividly remembering the beast that clawed out his eye. The battle had been glorious, his clan fought until their bows broke, then when their weapons broke the killed as many as they could bare handed. Hearing what Hendrik said towards the end he nodded. With no clan hold to return to Vaynard was more open then he probably needed to be but he was the last. Where would their history be now save for in him alone. "We lived in solitude, few if any were allowed near our clan hold's, for good reason. Our reasons were simple, the clan was all, survival was everything, oaths were to be kept, lest we invite death to the clan. A broken promise costs lives. So Oathbreakers Die. Those who betrayed us froze in the wastes or were fed to the beasts." "In those lands you either were strong, or you died. Weakness was cast down before it could bare more weakness within the clan. Only so many could live before food became to scarce for the clan, so elders commonly committed themselves to a final journey into the frozen wastes. To find the Promised Lands. Their sacrifice ensured that the clan didn't go hungry." He doesn't look at the elfin woman lest he become bewitched by her still. "Unlike some we were not welcome in the other lands. So we stayed where we were. We stayed isolated, we remained strong and survived."
Gotcha~ I shall refrain from further possible Foot in mouth syndrome~ lol ;D
No Problems just checking. ;D Vaynard is being nice... I am wondering are Elves well known? I was thinking of his kind having a hatred for the flighty fey-creatures of the land. More or less his kind struggled while they lived in luxury sort of thing. Let me know when you get time or let me know if I need a K roll. :D Thanks boss!
Vaynards ears swivel towards Hedrick in surprise. Vaynards look a mixture of surprise and anger. His tone was restrained, as his armor shifted as if it were alive. "As I said before... I am a Nephiliam. Not an Elf, not a Fey. I am from Niflheim., my archery comes from fighting the creatures there. You learned quickly that to stand before them and fight was to invite death. They were susceptible to iron forged weapons so I always fight with this type of arrow."
Group 2 Let us know if we are not doing something to progress forward. I understand if you are busy as I know the feeling lol. My phone died in dog water love my kids! So yeah expensive fix for a new phone... Sigh. Flying to work atm and will be spotty until tomorrow night. Thanks! Enjoying this so far btw! :)
Vaynard, still waiting on the woman's tale. He casually inspects his surviving arrows with a critical eye. The cold iron was unmarred, as expected for fey killing weapons but seeing Ynghildr's changed heads he arced an eyebrow in surprise. "This gets more interesting by the moment." He looks to the fey elf woman, again never fully looking upon her lest he loose himself to whatever magic she may have enchanted herself with. "I shall leave you to get comfortable while my companions gather themselves. Are you hungry for a certain type of meat? In exchange for your information I can go and hunt something for you..." He leaves it open ended, sallowing her to accept or refuse as she saw fit.
Lol normally it was very random, but the DM wanted to be a punk that day. xD
I had a particular DM who was a bit brutal about summoning. He stated that any summoned creature that died in battle with us, was returned dead to where it had been summoned. He'd sometimes write a little story during the battle. The two summoned warhorses are left to fight the orcs that ambushed you as you... Bravely. Ran away. It is unlucky they survived. As the battle concludes the three dead war dogs you summon return to whence they came. We continued traveling to the City of Merlot, only to be halted at the gates. "Sorry, all vistors must wait here, the gates are sealed until the animal killer is found." We didnt hesitate to ask what animals were killed. "Three of his Lordships finest hounds were found struck dead in their cells. Two of his stallions were found dead in their stalls just the night before..." We quietly went to a different town until things blew over... xD So we start summoning elementals whichsecretly meant elementals grew to resent us... He was such a Smart ass!
Vaynard raises an eyebrow at Hedrick's question. "Ask Yudra, I'm sure they felt real enough when they were trying to kill him. I know my arrows dug into something or else we'd been fighting spirit's..." Once he had this flighty feykin's story figured out, he'd check to see if anything was left from his arrows.
Vaynard smiles thinly at Hendriks comment, more concerned at the moment on who started the fight they had to finish. As much as she was easy on the eyes he couldn't allow beauty to distract his suspicion's. It wouldn't be the first time a pretty face was the cause of much death. "A rug would have been nice, the leather would have made suitable armor for surviving this land."
Vaynard, a little saddened by the end of the fight, nods at the elf as he slings his bow over his shoulder. He was unsure of elves, finding them too flighty and elusive to trust, especially as it sounded like she caused the ruckus to begin with. "Lets discuss it inside. Better to tend his wounds without the insects invading them." He looks at the elf, inspecting her for wounds but doesn't linger long. Elven beauty disturbed him. Not in a bad way but made him feel bewitched. "My name is Vaynard. This is Hedrik, Yudra and Ynghildr. The cabin is empty save for us and while I am glad you avoided injury, I am eager to hear your tale."
Seeing Yudra deal the death blow to the bear, followed by the resulting burst of smoke he turns and hammers the bear near him and the elven woman. Despite injuring it, it of course doesn't go down. "Finally a difficult hunt!" He barks with laughter, his catlike ears and tail swiveling in joy. "Too bad there is only one of you left!"
Vaynard focuses his fire on Yudra's attacker, launching iron tipped arrow after Iron Tipped arrow into its strange flesh. If he could just bing it down the last one would fall more quickly...
Focusing on the same opponent Vaynard unleashes another two arrows in an attempt to bring down the weakest of the wiley bears...
"Focus on the uninjured one no one is fighting." He spoke to the elven woman who had reached him in the back line as he launched two more arrows up and over his fellows and into the oncoming bears.
post coming sorry for wait. D:
Two more arrows fly as Vaynard advances 5ft between shots. "Don't..." He fires the first arrow. "Stop keep running!" The second arrow goes wide as he was distracted and he gives a growl in aggravation...
Who's it whats it? When did he fight demons? Effectively? xD
^ Amen to that. Don't worry and try and play the game. Mistakes happen hell I do it all the time! So just worry about enjoying your self! Preemptively... ha thats what I get for skimming... xD Although... If you play as a eccentric elf wizard though... we sre gonna lynch ya. ( T.T)/ .
And that... Was a joke. :) Good old Belsarious how he always hid the good stuff from the party. XD
Whats up? >.>; I didn't notice anything unusual. <.<;
Vaynard's ear's twitch in frustration. Now that they were closer he focused on unleashing a salvo of arrows at the bear that he had hit already...
He fired more rapidly at the cost of his accuracy but he felt certain that his arrows would hit there mark. Before they had landed he was already drawing his next arrow...
Despite the elven woman being close to possibly being mauled Vaynard was calm and steady. Assessing the situation and smoothly reacting to it... Vaynard draws his bow, knocks an arrow and holds his ground. Allowing the bears to close the distance some...
Vaynard wasnt about to be caught in an enclosed space. He rose to his feet, grabbing what arrows he could and placing them back into his quiver. "Yes, time to see why." He shouldered his bow and quiver and walked outside...
Vaynard listened quietly to the conversation, the beasts of the jungle were nothing compared to the beasts of the frozen wastes. Creatures that hid in the snow, eight legged horrors that collected the brains of thsoe they killed. "Good advice, I shall remember it." He returned to sitting inthe shade, the light breeze cooling the sweat on his skin as his ears swiveled to catch the lightest sounds. The swiveled forward again as he ran a whetstone across the arrowheads in his quiver. Ensuring that the next hunt would be just as swift. "The way is closed, so my clan appears to be lost to me. Lest their is another route. However, I will carry on, in honor of the glorious dead." He smiled lightly as the 'Last of the Nephiliam' had a good sound to it.
Vaynard shrugged. "The cold you can put more furs on. The heat you can't avoid... However claiminng ground alone only means others could take it from you unless of course you created a clan... I agree that this land is open for the taking, the thought has crossed my mind and it is rich in bounty."
Vaynard paused at Hedrick's question...
Vaynard's ears twitched and the left one drooped a little. "Thanks anyway, too early for drink. What brings so many to this burning land?" He'd kill for a tankard of Klah. He never thought he would miss the taste so much.
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