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Post by Wulfric Greyfang on Jun 14, 2014 22:08:28 GMT -6
Wulfric strolled down the gravel trail that led into town, whistling his favorite tune to pass the time. Whistling always helped to pass the time on the long trek between villages, and to fill the silence of hours of walking seldom travelled roads. Pausing his tune to shift his heavy load of pelts to the other shoulder; Wulfric heard the distant rumble of town life. A shriek of laughter, the rumble of wagon wheels or the constant chatter of voices portraying the life tucked in the small woodland that was the town of Wildgard. "They’d better have liquor in this godforsaken town", Wulfric grumbled to himself, "because I did not walk all this way to just to get rid of these pelts. And where has that damn dog gone to now?" Quick as thought, and without missing a beat in his song, Wulfric sent out a piercing whistle to call to his most loyal of friends. The howl of a wolf echoed back to his ears, reassuring him that Silver Fang was near. Shifting his load once more, Wulfric continued down the road. As he rounded the crest of the hill, he could see the smoke rising from dozens of chimneys that cooked for and heated the inhabitants of the valley. The town was no more than a cluster of thatch roof cottages surrounding a market place, with a small outdoor theatre which held many festivals, with a white temple and a small fort nearby. The village’s theatre was also used to make public announcements. The people there were generally kind, happy folk who lived their sheltered lives nestled in the great valley. The town had little natural resources other than wood, and relied mainly on trade with other towns to survive. The only businesses that thrived were the Pub, the blacksmith and the market. Wulfric intended to visit all of these places, but the first errand on his list was to sell his heavy load of pelts to the leather tanner for money to fix and replace items lost over the course of the year. Weapons also needed mending, and that wouldn’t come cheap. Hunting was simply a way to fund his other, more dangerous occupations. For the past 16 years, Wulfric had been employed as a mercenary, tracking down and killing deserters and silencing the enemies of his employer and fighting in wars. Through the course of dispatching targeted men, weapons were inevitably chipped and dented and no matter the accuracy of his arrows, they tended to snap when fired through armor. His work, hunting both animals and people took him all over the world, yet he always returned to Wildgard to restock and repair his equipment. It was the one place he could trust in a job well done for a fair price, and it was out of the way from busy city life, but most importantly Wildgard was his home and he returned to fill his eyes with its familiar sights. Wulfric looking back towards the North thinking to himself about the life he could have had, but he wanted this more, to return to Wildgard to aid in a land full of new faces. However all the wars and raids that happened, this was the fight he chose to stand for and for the people and friends he came to know. He hopes there is still some sign that the Greyhawks still make a difference in the fight against those who wish to destroy Wildgard.
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Canni
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Post by Canni on Jun 16, 2014 1:56:52 GMT -6
While at Valour's keep, Canni thinks about heading back to Wildgard to see how everyone is doing. Missing the warmth of the land as opposed to the frigid cold North that she is still not used to. Wondering if people remembered the once little and timid lythari or if she was completely forgotten, even the turn around in her personality. Hoping her beloved Wulfric is doing well on his way back to the Wildlands, she sits in her new druid cloaks by the large white oak tree in meditation, in hopes the Great Spirit will give her guidance. Meditation was new to her, though even when she had not had the chance to learn any magicks from where she came, her abilities of learning new things came astonishingly quickly. Already obtaining minor wizardry skills, she has become incredibly ambitious, there must be something about this place. However even with the place having a lot of wonderful energy for her to obtain, it still has shown her many other aspects of life she never knew existed and wished she had never seen. She has seen the full extent of winter. She has seen the dead no longer in their eternal sleep, things that create nightmares, things called nightmares that have nothing to do with sleep. She has seen things that would make many people wish they were simpletons. She has seen where Wulfric has come from, and why he was once so cold towards her. However she was able to see the other sides that he could not show. She was also able to see such wonderful values, such honor, such loyalty within families, something she had not seen by hers since long before she ran away. She would love to go back to them and try to heal them, try to make the lands pure, to stop any possible spreading. Thinking back to where on that long journey her love could possibly be then with a great flash of lights with colours of whites, greens, blues, browns she gets sent to a scene. She looks around the place she feels she has been sent to. Seeing chaos and great dismay, beings seemingly fly past her with combinations of colours, reds and yellows, blues and purples, reds and blacks, greens and purples, not able to see any distinguishing features, nor able to feel their alignment. She knew she needed to warn him, if this wasn't happening in Wildgard, who knows what it could have been. She really didn't even know if this was something to worry about, for all she knows, she could have been given a vision of people dancing. However for the sake of people being safe, she needed to go warn him of what she saw.
Gathering her things from the keep, her bits and baubles, spell balls, her new stave, her moondagger and anything else she felt she may need she walked into Lyanna's room. Though when she walked in, she saw her hunched over, she quickly ran to her to see if she was ok, if she needed anything. "Thank you child! I am fine." Lyanna said with sorrow so heavy, each strand of hair on Canni felt like it weight a hundred pounds. "Child, something is wrong though. Something is gravely wrong. I just have this feeling. Each time I get a feeling like this, something like an attack, or a death has happened. However this feeling is much, much worse. From your essence, I can sense you have a very slight understanding of what I mean." Lyanna continues as Canni nods with horror. "I always have been able to feel what is going to happen, almost exactly, but this is different. It is if there is something specifically blocking it, this is what worries me the most. I need you to find my son, find my son and tell him." Lyanna looked up at Canni with almost purely white eyes but contain a frightened look. "I was heading to find him now, but I don't..." Canni tried to say but got cut off. "I said you understand, it doesn't matter what you say, just go now. Now I am going to do something and you are not to argue with me, and I know you understand this. I am burning up my teleports to send you in the proximity to Wulfric. There is no time that can be wasted by walking or horses, you need to be there now for who knows how long until we find out what this is about." Lyanna says, practically shouting. "Thank..." Canni tries to offer thanks as well as anything else but without her knowledge Lyanna was preforming her teleport spell, only giving her enough time to say what was needed to Canni. As Canni became out of sight, and the spell was completed, Lyanna collapsed on the floor.
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