As the young hunter had begun his search for some decent gear; he found himself exploring the area of the Adecus Forest. An area is known for its hunters and his home of choice. He'd spent most of his time exploring the area; becoming quite familiar with it as well as keeping a record of the hunting grounds. Having memorized a significant amount of the hunting patterns some of the bigger game around these lands had shifted. Having already gathered some pelts from the bears of the forest earlier in the week, today's hunt brought him to the wolves. Utilizing his Ranged skill alongside a natural set of Keen eyes. He was quite the sharp shooter, meaning he had little to no trouble spotting his shots and taking them down; the only real issues with a wolf over the bears were the fact they traveled in packs, so you had to be a lot more careful, unless one was feeling particularly lazy and just shot them out of a tree. But being a proud warrior and dedicated hunter, he'd never do such a feat. As such he'd search out for his targets on foot today and begin scouting near their breeding grounds. A faint smile would pass as he scanned the area quite well. His own partner joining him moments later. A young Dire wolf pup, who in her own right was making her way to the size of most mature wolves as she was reaching her adolescence. Yet as such he'd notice her mood shifts and the sudden attitudes copped occasionally. In all honesty, sometimes it felt like he was dealing with a child; if not an angsty teen. How fast his baby had grown, but it was his duty to take care of her; especially after being the one who murdered her parents. So as part of his passage to overwrite the sin he'd taken care of her and as such, they had grown accustomed to aiding each other in combat; despite most of the time, it being animals of similar or larger size. She had a complex all her own. Desiring for nothing but victory, although when injured seriously he'd have her retreat and then take her into town to see the local medics, hoping they might pass as suitable vets since he himself lacked any real skills in that field, however being a loner he often found himself seeking out the other players and or NPC for aid. A curse that came with the lack of a party of friends. None the less as the duo ventured forth into the land they'd soon come across some sort of wolf pack. Hands lowering to whisper he'd motion the dire wolf to follow him. As the two moved about close by. His hands raising to adjust his bow as the wolves seemed to shift their attention to the deer carcass to the elf himself. His arrow aimed true to the beast he'd smile as he heard the growl and whistled; his arrow spiraling into the eye of the first before he quickly drew a second. His partner, charging in tackling past the others and pinning the injured wolf to the ground after a brief tussle soon took it out with several large and powerful bites at its neck before turning around to chase the others. Meanwhile, during that time Morohtar had unleashed a volley of arrows at the beast before him aiming from their leg up to their eyes. The shots not entirely accurate given the multitude of variables, but more or less hitting their marks as one by one the wolves rolled over due to the arrow cutting off the joint area of where the bone bent a vital shot made and the shock locking them up as they skid or his trusty partner biting into their spine and whipping them back. Whatever way you looked at it most of these wolves were dead within a short time. The elven male himself having succeeded would once more gather the pelt and materials he found among them; gutting them for goods and meat before heading off into town trading what was needed. It was there that the male heard about another; one off in Dunnstads through another, who was good with leather; deciding to bring what he had he'd figured he'd get himself some leather armor made while he had the coin. So he'd had forth from the forest to search out this @Errant Kalisto , some sort of leather worker. So his search would lead him to Dunnstads, not but a few hours later. Exhausted from not only his journey but the fight that had gone underway just hours before. The two had traveled a great distance to make it to the location. Passing through Stokbon and Pormont; a feat that was not one of easy; given so many grassy knolls. None the less they'd arrive at the town and search out the elusive Errant. Starting at the bar he'd enter and ask about the character in question. Not getting much information he seemed a bit down; had he traveled all the way to such a place in vain? Sighing he'd call his wolf to join him on the floor and ordered some food and drink to pass the time and refuel his need bar. He could attend to the resting phase in a few more hours and his health had already healed a fair amount. Nourishment aiding that case. Tossing the wolf a chicken thigh he'd let her eat happily and soon gnaw on the bone. His eyes shifting about soon took note of the murmuring and whispers; a half elf, yep. He'd remembered now why he avoided the humans and why he so hated them at times. But this was the price to pay for being a bastard son of an elven king and the undesired child of some human wench. Outcast from his people and a heathen to men. A sigh passed as he tried to hurry and eat his food. Synopsis: I engage in combat, slay the wolves. Gathered their Pelts, traveled to Dunnstads. Now I'm currently eating and drinking at one of the bars with my dire wolf, searching for Errant. OOC: These events take place before the events at the castle; due to time line issues and preferences.
Was Errant quite... different from most? Undoubtedly, but the massive and built woman wasn't in armor at the moment. She had decided to don a leatherworkers apron and some nice pants, along with some neat shoes. The clothing wasn't the most comfortable, and was she completely out of place in a tavern? Not as much as one might think, though her size still killed the idea that she was like everyone else. She was just this massive woman who could sometimes barely fit through doors due to the insane amount of muscle she hefted around. It didn't matter to her, though. She only cared about trying to make people happy. Not to mention, she had heard someone asking about her. A half-elf even. Huh. When she entered, the half-elf in question was blaziningly obvious, if not for the whispers and the angry words being said by some of them. She shrugged and went to move next to the guy, and sat next to the guy, though sat at the bar. "You the guy asking for me? I'm Errant." She was a truly peculiar sight, her blonde hair was left to go down her back, and her massive muscles made her look like she worked out. The wonders of the character creater, making people seem a lot bigger and stronger than they were in real life. That was his favorite part, honestly, that this whole thing was just a massive fantasy that you could actually live out your fantasies in. That was something most things didn't get, is that when you had something like this, you could actually live out your fantasties. To keep things from the outside out and have a whole new life. You could run away from your problems. That was why it was great. Fantastic. It could've been very much worse. @Morohtar
Attention shifting as his wolf began to growl a hand raised to simmer the pup down tossed her some meat, "Easy girl...she means no harm. More than I can say for the dagger filled eyes around here." he'd say with a sigh and a look of depression on his face, trying to shift his mood he'd nod and smile, "Yes I'm the half elf. Although I'd prefer to be called Morohtar if that is possible. I won't bother with my general title of the Elven Prince or where I'm from." he'd say shifting his eyes as those who seemed deeply involved with the conversation seemed to whisper more, "Well bastard elven prince." he'd say to clarify and hopefully deter people from making foolish mistakes. None the less the elven male would look at her and smile, "Yes, I was and am looking for you. You see I traveled from Adecus Forest all the way here, in hopes of finding you. Although there are some crafters and such back home, it's limited and not many are kind nor fond of elves; most would rob me blind. I'd hoped you'd recognize me from my gifts to you. I heard rumor of you being a new crafter to this world and had hoped you might give pity on an elf and help him out with his need for some leather armor." He'd say pointing at his trash tier gear. What the male spoke was of great truths, he had sent her some recipes through the game mechanic as a donation; he was unsure if they were considered anonymous or if they came with a name reference. Either way, he did his best to stay in character and not break it. "Yeah, so I hope I made a wise decision in choosing you for those services. The last crafter I tried to work with refused me due to my...blood line." he'd say some rubbing the back of his head as he looked off towards the others who seemed to laugh and discuss more about the elven bastard behind his back; his elf like ears still picking up their chatter as he shook his head, "Anyways if not I apologize I didn't mean to assume much.I mean no trouble and will just finish my meal and be on my way if this is the truth" he'd say as the male was already tempted to just leave before a fight broke out; he didn't wish to cause the female bad blood by aiding him; let alone start a bar brawl. Yet it seemed his words triggered a brave douchebag to split from his heard and sit down before the male taking his food, Ya could just leave now boy. No reason to stick around could just as well leave your meal to a person more deserving. They'd say as the ate from his plate. A faint pulse could be seen from his temple as he tried his best to control his urge to respond negatively, "I do believe you're eating my food, stranger. Is this a custom for you humans, to take what you want or are you just picking on me due to my race and think it's okay." he'd say his hands prepared to rapid fire off an arrow into the male's throat if it came down to it. The others soon joining tried to provide an intimidation factor, his eyes scanning the area he'd prepared to back down and just leave that was until he heard them continue their vulgar talk spewing words. Yeah...take this ugly mountain with ya. The bitch is clearly an elf lover, otherwise, why'd she even bother. Now git the both of ya before me hang ya both for stepping foot in our tavern. His eyes shifted to her as he shifted back. "Insult me that's fine, treat me like dirt and do what you please. But never in a million years will I ever let you insult the lady. Apologize or I might have to get rough with you and take this outside..." He'd demand as they laughed in his face and he looked to her, "Sorry for the trouble...but I won't allow this. Human or not, taking my job or not...no human should suffer the indignity and disrespect like such." he'd say as he got up and removed a glove slapping the male in question. "I challenge you to a duel...outside one on one. Loser must apologize or leave. No hassle, no problems. Just a simple agreement to keep to the contract. Failure may result in death, do we agree?" he'd say popping up an agreement as the other male enrage agreed, But let's make it a two on two. You and that mountain verse me and mine. He'd say pointing to his big body guard like friend. Turning to her he'd sigh "What do you say?" he'd ask heading outside to start it. Synopsis: Talks some, offers her the job revealing his gifts. Gets confronted by rude NPC characters. Challenges them to a duel; in her honor. They try to pull her in the events where she can join or not. OOC: You can join or decline but I don't wish to progress too much further. @Errant Kalisto
"Morothar, I'm glad you think that my honor is worth protecting. You're a good man." She spoke those words slowly, and his head was running through the possible effects of what the various paths she could take. That's the odd thing about this situation, as it's as simple as, 'I don't like this guy. He's an elf.' and that didn't make her happy. She couldn't care much for his race, or even his gender. All that she knew was that he wasn't a terrible guy. If he felt that her honor was to be protected, she'd have to deal with this. "I'm sure you have the right to refuse a man based on his bloodline. However, if you do, I'm afraid that I'll use my connections with various people to run it out of business." Now, sure. Those connections included all of the cat, but they didn't know that. They just knew this woman had plopped down in their town and was working leather. That's all they knew, which would work in her favor. She didn't have the tact that a lot of others had. She didn't have the overarching charisma that a lot of others had, but she had words. Sometimes, words were all that was needed. "Morothar. Let us leave to my shop, disengage the duel. It's useless to argue, and a duel would just produce uneeded blood. I enjoy duels myself, but it's not what we need right now." She would turn around and leave the building, but stop shortly after exiting. It wouldn't take much at all to provoke the idiots in the bar. A good chunk of them were drunk, probably a bunch of them racists when not drunk, just worse when drunk. She was touched he'd defend her honor but that wasn't needed. The pricks could deal with the weight of her words later. @Morohtar
Engaged in the duel he had but little reason to back out, yet her words hit him n a manner he felt the need to listen. Preparing to redact himself from the duel, the male accepted before he could stop him. A faint smile passing his lips he'd apologize, "Sorry, lady errant it seems fate sealed my role in this matter. But it's only breif one on one. I'm sober and quite trained in what I do. So I'll have this done with relative ease." he'd say as he exited with her listening to her opinion further, "Please, take a seat this won't take long assuming he honors his agreement." he said with a smile before standing away from the others whom had gathered; his pet put on passive and sitting at the females side. He'd walk over and offer a gentleman's shake before having his hand swatted away. A brief look of annoyance passing as he shook his head, "Fine, we'll play it that way then. I wish you luck human." he'd say as the male charged in swiftly drawing his dagger, a nice weapon yet useless in this type of situation. Eyes fixated upon the male allowed for him to focus some as he danced about himself moving swiftly to avoid taking a hit, but keep in close quarters combat. As the first strike was made he'd raise the bow itself flipping and twisting it he'd attempt to quick draw and fire the first arrow into the male's calf; a scream of pain was heard among obscenities and a foul and racist tongue. The first shot fired and the duel had officially begun; in his favor. The male angry swiftly slashed back at the male as he barely nicked his hand. A wince of pain passed his face as he drew a second arrow preparing to fire. The male raising up removing the latter one would soon charge in again; targetting the same leg he'd fire a shot off at the foot. Hoping to pierce it into the ground. His goal strategic and less barbaric as the male was being out played; more screams and even some shouting from the crowd he'd turn and shake his head, "We can continue this til your immobile or you can surrender and honor your word." he'd say as the male chose the former and such was shot one final time in the back of his leg towards the heel causing him to collapse. As the others shouted more hate he'd sigh "This is what I meant by immobilized, he will be fine after the duel. I'm sure of it, his pride, however, might not be." He'd say drawing his arrow once more"Now we can continue to further progress this damage or again you can surrender. I am fine filling you with arrows or letting you walk away with what's been done." he'd say as the male threw his knife at him and he'd fire the arrow to deflect it; breifbarely. "That was very dishonorable and I see now that I should end this now." he'd draw his bow once more as the figured mumbled, "Sorry what was that." he'd say hearingbeef and faint sorry. "No please for all to hear and to the lady's face." he'd say egging the male on some as he got up slowly surrendering and walked up to the lady, "I'm sorry..." he said begrudgingly as he walked off slapping sympathetic hands, "Watch your back jack..." he'd say as the elf looked at him funny, "But I'm Morohtar not jack..." he said almost lost playing on his lack of human lingo. His body shifting almost immediately he'd dab remember the victory pose of the humans @Alphabet Chocolate had taught him. A warm smile passing as he finished he'd walk over and bow, "Now lead the way M'lady." he'd say in hopes of her showing him this shop and to get away before things got uglier. As he followed her he'd part his lips to pose the occasional question, "So, Lady @Errant Kalisto what made you wish to craft armor, like leather work. I've never found humans of your stature to take to such delicate work. No offense, I just...sorry still learning how to properly articulate my words for such a language. It's beautiful. so many words, so many meanings.The combination of how the flow and what they can create together is far more advanced and confusing for me. Although I'll never understand the logic of some words. I once asked for some Suegar with my tea, but they misunderstood me. Apparently, there is an H hidden there unseen by my eyes as I was told it's pronounced Shugar...english is such an odd language." he'd chuckle, "But a beautiful one, very nice to woe and write poetry as well. I'll give you humans that. So where is this place...I'm curious to see where you do your business. I have many materials and such for you to do so. Went hunting with my pup here earlier and well, it's nice to get out of this lowly clothing and into something a bit more tolerable." he'd say smiling. Synopsis; Did the duel 1 on 1. Won the fight and arrive at the shop.
Errant watched him ruin a man's entire reputation with a single duel and she had to admit, it was a sort of rinse and repeat battle too. He had to assume that this Morohtar guy was quite the interesting case. He had absolutely destroyed the elf-haters. Morohtar was the kind of guy Terrasphere needed more of, even if his victory pose was a dab. He managed to not make his avatar laugh, for the sake of staying in character, but deep inside he was laughing his ass off. A dab? REALLY? This Morohtar guy was super in character and he could respect that. Errant was trying to do the exact same, but often had issues with it due to having to look at the game from a design standpoint. That was just how it was, but god damn if it couldn't be funny in the long run. Soon enough, they arrived at her shop and she entered before he did. She was asked why she did it, and had to ponder how to answer it. "Why not? It allows me to protect others, even if they aren't actually with me. I'd say it's a goal worth pursuing, wouldn't you? Morohtar?" @Morohtar
As they finished up their business and entered the small shop his question seemed to reach her. The brief pause showed him she at least took some time to think and give a general response instead of just bullshitting her way into a response. A faint smile passed as he nodded and shook his head, his wolf pup standing beside him remained quiet yet attentive," Sorry, hope her being here isn't an issue." He said as he then took to looking about the shop, "Well it's admirable, you care more about the protection of others than most. Though the symbolism is not unseen. If one can not protect another physically pouring one's heart and soul into proper craftsmanship can do just as well. If one is not there physically they can be emotionally and spiritually; the guardian utilizing the armor to protect the user in their place." he'd say explaining what he thought she meant in greater detail. "None the less I'll expect such an armor, no I encourage it. However, before that can happen I will need you to really consider just how to craft this." He'd say as he slowly removed the inventory onto the table; a series of leather becoming known as well as plants and so forth. "Alright, well I need some medium sized armor crafted of leather from this pelt, I'd like it to be dyed a kind of green and black with various greys." he'd say as he soon took out a paper and began to draw the design asking if she was at all able to craft the gear for him. As he drew the design he'd point to various parts and fill it in with the desired color. Having spent a great deal on his costumes during his Live Action RolePlaying days he'd smile as his design was similar to one of his earlier projects; figuring it might take more to upgrade it later on adding more metal. None the less he'd look to the crafter and then point to himself, "Do I need to remove my clothes or can you just measure me now and make the adjustments as you go?" he said some as he tried looked down to his shitty bow, "Do you also do weapons or are you strictly only an armor smith of sorts." He'd ask as he allowed her to measure him and take down notes on just what was needed. His lips turning into a smile.His body shifting some he'd soon sit upon the nearest available seat and look to the female before him. "So, what do you think the cost is going to be. I'll need a head piece, chest, boots, legs and armor." He'd say as he sat there waiting to see just what it was she was capable of doing and how it was crafters turned useless materials into good; if it was some sort of process like reality or if it was magical. His attention to the details were going to be key to his decision as to what to take next for his future endeavors. Was he to be a cook, craft goods himself or was he going to just take another combat oriented skill. None the less he'd shift his gaze to the wolf pup who just stared at them confused. A faint smile passed as he realized he had a few other things to add to the mix but he'd need to summon his mini-pet. As such he'd call forth the treasure goblin who soon looked about confused but cheered and began to run about, "NO...HOB...no taking anything. This is a friend's home. But I do need those vines...trade you for an apple." he'd say as the treasure goblin put down the object o it's interest trading vines from its bag for its apple; the object of its desire always and forever. A faint smile passing he'd hand her the vines and then point to the creature, "That's Hob, he is a treasure goblin I helped save and joined my party." he said smiling As he sat there his mini pet eating happily he'd look over to the female and arch a brow, "So outside of the armor business what else do you do? Are you a hired sword or some sort of body guard; you seem like that might be something you'd be very capable of to say the least." he'd say as she rubbed the back of his head some unsure of what it was she did. "Sorry, I don't mean to pry. I was just hoping to pass some time while I waited with friendly banter." he'd say as the goblin tugged at his leg some and he handed it another apple, "Sorry, it's not that bright, but man is it an fan of apple. Hell of a helper during gathering quests though." he'd say some as he smiled some looking back to the female, "I chose to become a hunter, take down beasts; protect people from dangers that were found throug out the land. Well if not through out the land a majority of it the kind which ate our foods or our kind. As well as humans. But then again we do also tend to be a bit more of the research types." he'd say his mind a bit scattered, "Perhaps you'd be more interested in grabbing something to eat after this, I feel like I'm not me when hungry. My mind is too spread." @Errant Kalisto
