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Wulfrik's return...

Unread post by Mausman » Wed Feb 06, 2019 11:00 am

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Basic Information
Name: Wulfrik von Dunkelwald
Aliases: Hound, Wulf, The Wolf, Wolfhound
Gender: Male


Profession: Unknown, used to be Witch Hunter. Word is he has been seen aiding adventurers at the moment.
Faction: Hunters of Vengeance

Accent: Well articulated common. Educated vocabulary.

Physical Information
Height: 1m92
Weight: 85 Kilograms
Body build: Muscular, broad
Skin type: Rough
Hair style: Tail, dark brown.
Eyes: Stone-cold-blue.
Skin: Caucasian.
Body-markings: His torso is riddled in scars, back covered by scars of whippings.

Appearance

Wulfrik wears a black longcoat and wide brimmed hat. A pristine white shirt with high collar is worn underneath. The sheath strapped to his belt holds a hand and a half sword and crossbow hangs from his right hip. Various grenade-like objects are strapped to his bandolier, along with two fangs of Devils as token of first correction of wrongs upon the Sword-coast at the moment.

Handsome, strong features adorn his face. Sharp line of jaw and neatly trimmed beard. He carries himself with a calm confidence, but behind those eyes of his lingers a hidden anger and sadness that a person with solid people skills would easily notice.


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When hunting

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Re: Wulfrik's return...

Unread post by Mausman » Wed Feb 06, 2019 11:46 am

Recap of Wulfrik's return (( Warning, violence and death. Please do skip if you prefer not to read that! Wulfrik is not a happy person nor is his story))

After more than a year Underdark enslavement, being captured by a overwhelming Duergar force, Wulfrik had escaped with four fellow slaves. Among one of them, was a young girl, seventeen winters, she had told him, named Larissa.

Larissa had at first ridiculed Wulfrik for his grumping like nature. Wulfrik, in return, at first loathed the girl, for she evidently was a Tiefling to boot.
However, her uplifting presence and seemingly unending positivity, had bolstered Wulfrik's resolve and in due time, he had grown to like the "pest" as he called her.
Together they had prepared their escape. They knew it was going to be a dangerous endeavor, but life as a slave was not going to be the future for them either...

After they had overpowered the guards that oversaw various chests, they recovered what possessions they could and made their way onwards.
Months, they spent living on what they could find in terms of fluids and edibles, alas, one of them, a young human male, had not taken the precaution one should while being in unknown terrains with unknown funghi, thus, the group reduced to three.
The other one left, a stout Dwarven warrior, ended up sacrificing himself to buy the duo some time, who were making their way towards an exit. The harsh sting of daylight hurt their eyes as they were being chased by a small group of Drow, clearly in the market to claim three new slaves, or, possibly downright kill these surfacers. The Dwarf they did kill before giving further chase and, while being decently trained, Wulfrik happened to have a little more training under his belt than them and disposed all but one of them. Wulfrik however, was exhausted from being malnourished and did not had any fight left in him. The remaining Drow made ready to strike a killing blow to the former Witch Hunter...but a flash filled the tunnel. As the blade came down to strike, it was not the sound of Wulfrik's skin being slashed and blood splattering.

Larissa slumped towards the ground as Wulfrik's thoughts simply left him. A divine fury took hold of him as he roared out in both anguish and rage. He dove onto the Drow, overpowering him onto the ground and grabbed a small rock which was used to hammer into the Drow's face until it no longer was able to be recognised.

Wulfrik crawled off from the Drow corpse and collected Larissa in his arms, stumbling towards the light outside. Larissa was gasping in his arms, softly, as she was bleeding out. Wulfrik fell onto his knees as he held her, ripping his own shirt to bits in a feeble attempt to stop her wound from bleeding...

"No no no no no....stay with me, Larissa! STAY WITH ME!"

Larissa gave him a look that betrayed that she was scared as she murmured: "I...don't wanna die alone, Wulf...please..."

"I'm right with you...but stop saying that...hey! HEY! Larissa? LARISSA?!"

The young girl became heavy in his arms, her life having left her swiftly after sustained injury without meanings to mend her...or restore.

Wulfrik broke down into sobs and wailing grunts as he held the young Tiefling's body. She had done -nothing- to deserve any of this, he had done -nothing- to deserve her taking that blow...this was not how life was meant to go...





As rain lashed down onto the ground, Wulfrik dug and dug with nothing but his hands, a shallow grave, where he burried Larissa. He had carried her body away from that tunnel, until they reached a clearing. And after he burried her proper, it was then the man passed out while crying...

Months later...a man in a long, black coat with wide brimmed hat, strode outside of the Friendly Arm Inn. A man with a promise...



"Ain't found a way to kill me yet
Eyes burn with stinging sweat
Seems every path leads me to nowhere"


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Re: Wulfrik's return...

Unread post by Mausman » Mon Feb 11, 2019 6:57 am

Wulfrik regarded the hulking creatures. These were Devils in the Flesh...

The Poet Lancer made ready his stance, Wulfrik drew his blade with determination and both awe of the sheer statures of these foul creatures. Never before had he fought foes like these. To deny the sensation of fear, was to be a liar. Regardless, fear was not allowed to grip his heart. They had to be destroyed as ought to be done...

Without any form of battlecry, the duo charged in, both concentrated and working in a trained tandem. Devil after Devil found themselves smitten by Righteous, brutal fury. There was no honor in the way the two fought, only determination to mangle the forms of Devils whom had wantonly slayed honest drivers of supply wagon.

Much to their surprise. an Archeress without introduction, came to aid, tipping the battle even more into their favor.
Wulfriks' mind, dark and cruel onto his own person, granted him a vision of children playing with gifted ball, with looming Devils on background. The reality of devil claw rending open skin of his left flank brought him back with gritted teeth and a brutal cleaving of it's abdomen. Over his dead body they would go before they -ever- would hurt them...







So ask me how I’m coping
And I’ll smile and tell you “I’m just fine”
While down inside I’m drowning in the cursed rain
Because when everything is empty
And your heart is set to cave
Sometimes all you wish for is a place
Is a place to place the blame
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Re: Wulfrik's return...

Unread post by Mausman » Mon Feb 11, 2019 7:09 am

*Small update in bio, weaponry expanded, broken off canines of Devils on bandolier as curio's of recent victory*
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Re: Wulfrik's return...

Unread post by Mausman » Sat Feb 16, 2019 6:27 am

Darkness...a torch in hand but nothing to see but utter darkness.

Wulfrik could hear his own breathing, it was strained. He felt exhausted, drained. Odd tongued whispers clamored around him and suddenly, Larissa? Yes! it was her voice, pleading for help!

Wulfrik ran towards wherefrom he heard her voice. An 'lo, there she stood. Dressed in silks, bloodstained silks. Her face portrayed a saddened expression, pale, but a shadow of her former self.

"Don't forget your promise to me, Wulf...please..." she pleaded. Tears of blood pooled within her eyes and trickled down along her cheeks. The Hunter attempted a reply, but no voice came from his throat.

Larissa then began a dance, the bloodied silk flowing around her like a macabre veil and she vanished into the Darkness whilst behind him, a looming, towering figure emerged. Red, glowing gaze and sharp rows of teeth bared in darkness. An alarming sense crept over Wulfrik, as in front of him, shape formed in the darkness in front of him, the shape of symbol. A circle with image of tower within, along with letter C.


A familiar voice then clamored "Behind you, Old Wolf"


Within halls of Hunters, Wulfrik sat up in his bed with a roar, dagger from under pillow made a trained slash into thin air. Beads of sweat trickled down from his scar-riddled chest and back. His hair was damp and bedding was drenched. Breathing was quickened and with a steady exhale, the Hunter attempted to steady his breathing. He peered at the recently shaped mask that hung next to his longcoat and returned dagger into sheath.

The Hunter forced himself out of bed and began the process of swapping the bedding. Realising sleep would not claim him again this night, the man, still undressed, made arcane circle on ground of his chambers. Candles were lit and sitting position on knees was made. After spending an hour meditating in silence, the man began creation of stock of his known oils, to both anoint weapon and skin...


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Re: Wulfrik's return...

Unread post by Mausman » Wed Mar 13, 2019 10:06 am

* Disclaimer! Violence, Slavery and Duergar. Some Gore! (( Within reason ;) ))


Choice betwixt Poetic Justice or Violent Vengeance...



"Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand
Workin' in the dark against your fellow man
But as sure as Hoar made black and white
What's done in the dark will be brought to the light"




Longcoat moved by chilled caress of wild winter's wind. The Hunter had been following quarry that had been granted in vision after vigorous, fervent prayer in hours of ritualistic methods at Altar of The Doombringer. A duo of diminutive, stocky individuals, hooded and cloaked and armed with typical Dwarven weaponry of Underdark and whips alike.
In harsh, hard speech they conversed, barking order at chain of three human individuals, male and female alike, bound by shackles. Walking speed was not met as required by the duo, resulting in bite of lash upon backs of the shackled.

The Hunter narrowed gaze, from after boulder he hid behind. Violent nature began to boil, broil, images of flashbacks burned bright within Hunter's tormented mind, resulting in gritted teeth akin a silent snarl, muscles of face scrunged up his nose, pulse of heart rose and vanish, did any thought of irony or poetry and appear, did the desire arise for sheer violence and blood.




"I'm short & I'm tall, I'm black & I'm white
Sometimes I be wrong, sometimes I be right
I'm iron & steel, I'm bad to the bone
You come looking for trouble, honey don't you come alone"


The Hunter, bearing moniker of Wolfhound, aimed and fired firey bolt of crossbow on left boot of front, now confirmed Duergar. With boot catching fire and foot injured, Duergar barked a roar in pain and and sudden anger, temper, causing to be slaves to throw themselves onto ground and secondary Duergar do draw steeled Axe and round shield.

Crossbow was buckled back onto belt and replaced by wielding of blade, wreathing itself in flame upon release from sheathe, only to be doused briefly by application of substance from vial, invoking not only back it's own flame, but crackle and vision of lightning as well.

The Wolfhound barked in defiance at secondary Duergar and charged at him, only to be met with an unperturbed and thundering hard hit of round shield underneath jaw, sending the Hunter careening back with a loud grunt. Blood was spat out due to injury of flesh of mouth with own teeth.

Secondary Duergar erupted in a roaring laughter and gave chase to Wolfhound proper, axe in motion to hew into flesh of Hunter, whom barely in time placed sword correctly to block bite of axe and roar in hatred, invoked by bash of shield.


(For the reader, a song to play during the reading about fighting ;) )
"Tell me how does it feel,
when your heart grows cold "


Any presence of calmth left body of Wolfhound as agressive instincts took over and violence took precedence over tactics. Pommel of blade was bashed upon left eye of secondary Duergar, backed by righteous fury and harsh blunt force. Trauma induced thusly caused loss of eye in crushed state and in turn, sent secondary Duergar back careening, whilst primary Duergar had managed to douse boot ablaze and used time to lay aim onto Hunter proper. Bite of reïnforced steel bolt hammered into and even through right shoulder, which caused the Wolfhound enough pause to lay hand upon own injury and invoke blessing of Three Thunders to knit flesh back together, albeit in weakened state, to prevent further loss of blood.

The Hunter re-drew loaded crossbow with hand of weakened arm as blade of fire and lightning slashed open back of secondary, careening Duergar, whom fell with loud roar of pain and clattering of dropped axe and shield onto belly first and then rolled onto back.
Looking up at the seething Hunter -and- looming crossbow bolt betwixt eyes, which then caused a cross-eyed look for a singular beat of heart, before string of crossbow sung it's high pitched squeel and having bolt nestle itself within secondary Duergar skull with loud crack, squish and sizzle of flame.

Primary Duergar, in possession of repeating crossbow, roared with agression as bolt after bolt was sent towards Hunter, singing their high pitched song of hammering death. The Hunter, well trained, deflected the first and deadliest of their salvo, clamoring of steel upon steel rung in air whilst remaining bolts landed within ground in distance save one, for Hunter spun dramatically during his sprint and final bolt, in ironic bitterness, bit into right cheek of buttocks which caused Hunter to roar in surprised pain.
With cartridge emptied, Primary Duergar resorted to an attempt at reloading. Wolfhound Hunter dropped own crossbow and sheathed blade, uttering repeating, non-sensical and loud roar-grunts as he closed distance in rapid, dashing pace, to land firm grip of left hand upon throat of helpless Duergar. Right hand reached for bandolier and produced altered, custom-made orb of blasting powder, which was unceremoniously stuffed, fuse kept outward, into throat of struggling and now, gasping and gurgling Duergar. Gloved left hand remained firm grip upon throat, lack of breath weakened Duergar struggle.

Bolt of fire was retrieved from quiver and it's ignition used to spark fast burning fuse. Duergar was shoved forcefully to create distance and unbalance, with Wolfhound running away and covered closest to-be slave with his own body.

Thundering explosion send blood and body-parts flying, along with shrapnel wich did not find home in those nearby, wondrous enough.
Once silence covered the area again, shackles were shattered and coin for nearest Inn was offered to those freed. The Wolfhound then wandered off, cussing loudly with each stride, bolt of crossbow stuck within buttock and trail of blood left behind...
Wulfrik
Alaan Skriesong, Anarchist, Assassin, Wild Person- Retired with his She-wolf Elfling in a homely cave -Retired

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