Yarns of Travina: Ragnarök

[Xenos]

{a small village close to Norvakc}
{Bhaghull}

"A nice handful of coins by the weight of it, I say." I exclaim with a joyous tone of voice. "The man must've had a fat noble stop by."

Handing the pouch over to my Velinid associate, the words of the Vulpin strike me.

"No trouble, but yes, wouldn't want to have to barge our way out of here. Let's go."

[Patriot]

(Could I make a troll? I know it's not in the races, but they are just more brutish cousins of the orcs)

[Benzo]

(Oh God, I dunno how to answer that without possible plot spoilers. Then again, this is Ragnarök; Is there really much to spoil?)
(Jotunns are definitely a planned part of this, and not as a particularly friendly race. If it's any consolation, depending upon the outcome of this plot, Trolls may have a future in Velinis, and thus, The Crimson Year. [Next planned plot after this.])

[Bhaghull]
Nodding, the warrior puts the pouch securely in a slightly larger burlap pouch clinging to his waist. "Let's get out of here." he agreed.

As your entourage made a quick and hopefully inconspicuous departure, you see several people look up as a red ball of light flies up from the shop. A signal for the guards, no doubt, as you see a trio of Norvur Shield-bearers rush past you, armor gleaming in the sunlight as they ran. You notice one casts your group a scowl, though no doubt, most of which was directed towards the Vulpin.

"I might be the only Vulpin dumb enough to be this close to Norvakt." your companion comments after the trio was gone. "Even if the shopkeep didn't see me, the guards will use any excuse against my kind. Probably you too, Bhaghull. We need to vanish."

[Patriot]

(So can I be a troll in a distant land preparing for that or what not?)

[Benzo]

(Ahh, afraid not. Apologies if that answer was misleading; The Crimson Year is an event about 800 years from now, taking place in the Third Age.)
(At the moment, the entirety of Jotunheim, from which the Jotunns come, is under enslavement of a greater power. How that is dealt with when it comes will determine if Trolls make an appearance in the next Age, or become extinct altogether.)

[Patriot]

(Hmm... is there any similar species to trolls I could be?)

[Benzo]

(Hmm, what is your vision of a Troll? Something WoW-like? As enslaved Jotunns, they look like blue-skinned Humans with Orcish-like tusks. Maybe a human-Orc bred to gain a troll-like look?)


(They'll look different in the future if freed rather than destroyed.)

[Patriot]

(For me, a troll is a Frost giant from Norse mythology combined with the Trolls from lord of the rings.)

[Benzo]

(Ahh, so on the larger side, aye? That would be a bit difficult to accommodate with the other races sizes, architecture, ect.)
(I honestly wanted to keep the Jotunns being rather large, but I took'em down to about 8 ft average height.)

[Patriot]

(Yeah. Well, Could I be an escaped Jotunn?)

[Benzo]

(Hmm... I would need to think about that. Orcs are also from Jotunheim, but they got kicked out before the First Age (and before corruption. Just typical warring races) Thus meaning, any free Jotun on Velinis would be public enemy number 1 as far as the Greenskins are concerned.)

[Patriot]

(I would've really liked to give it a try. I'll just be an orc I guess.)

[Xenos]

{Bhaghull}


Refusing my instinct to attack the guards, I pause for a second before looking back to the Vulpin. "You're right." I say hastily, "You have a way outta here?"

The ways of sneaking is beyond me ever since I was born. Gifted with strength, not stealth, as they always said.

[Benzo]

[Bhaghull]
Farrowsar, for that was the Vulpin's name, began scanning the immediate area quickly. The village, like much of Norvur's territory, was neatly surrounded by a decent sized stone wall, thanks to the cliffs that made up the Clan's land. As Farrowsar turned, he quickly pointed to a house in the distance.
"See the scaffolding? Might be high enough to grab the roof and jump the wall." he explains quickly, turning to look at you both. "Up for a climb?"

Rushing off before getting an answer, the Vulpin claws his way up onto the low-leveled scaffolding, then scrambling onto the roof and lowering a hand. "Come on."

"Bloody Foxes and their claws..." you hear Isvran sigh as he looked over to you. "After you?"

[Xenos]

{Bhaghull}


I let out a sigh, then proceeding to examine the quaint house. Approaching Farrowsar, I look back at Isvran with an inquiring face. The words that murmur from out my jaws is too unintelligible and quiet for anyone else to hear.

My body lifts up with force as I try to jump with this heavy armor equipped, not to mention the polearm resting in its sling. I grasp Farrowsar's hand, wondering if the Vulpin can actually lift me.

[Patriot]

 

Name - Dakgu
Age - 36
Gender - Male
Race – Orc-Human Hybrid
Appearance – Dakgu stands 7'11" with a large build. He appears to be human except for a very faint green skin pigment and extremely large fangs. He is clad in rich cloth dyed yellow and purple, with a scimitar strapped to his back. He weighs 330 lbs. He has black, braided hair, hidden under a yellow hood.
Major Skills – Shaman Naturism, Alteration Magic.
Minor Skills - Light Armor, Singlehanded weaponry, Archery.
Profession - Enchanting
Bio – Dakgu's parents we're on opposite sides of a skirmish. His father, an Orc from Orvok, working as a smith forging weapons, horseshoes, nails, all to aide against fighting against Vinisar. His mother was a bread maker from there, and she's was drawn and quartered after giving birth to Dakgu. For most of Dakgu's early life, he worked in the mines for orcish metal, able to reach the smallest of veins. He was discriminated against, being called "Light-skin" and such. While taking simple classes on magic, he killed 3 students after getting tarred and feathered. His Father died when he was 14(ish) after being trampled by a horse he had been putting horseshoes on. On his 20th birthday, he traveled to High Rock to learn more advanced magic. He initially wanted to learn magic to aide in the mines, but he slowly twisted his motives until he was learning magic for personal gains. He studied for 8 years and learned Naturism and Alteration Magic. Finally, after learning High Rock, he ventures around taking on quests and looking for treasures. His ultimate goal is to becOme the most powerful Shaman there is, even at extreme measures. (Not very detailed, I didn't want to figure out every little detail for 3 days)

Weapon preference(s) – Scimitars, quarterstaffs, daggers.

[Benzo]

3) Dakgu
Shaman Naturism: Proficient
Alteration Magic: Proficient (Advanced environment manipulation, basic creature augmentations)
Light Armor: Skilled
Single-handed Weaponry: Skilled
Archery: Skilled
Enchanting: Skilled
Scroll-writing: N/A
Currency: 53 Crowns (5,300 Marks)

(Everything we discussed is unknown information, not general knowledge. The last contact the Orcs had with Jotunns and Jotunheim was when they were fleeing. As mentioned in the Orcs general background, they don't discuss their past before arrival in Travina in the First Age; So if anyone were to even know of the existence of Jotunns, it would be the Chief and maybe elders of the Shaman's College. Even then, they are part of a dark chapter in history willingly forgotten.)




[Bhaghull]
As you jump to grab his hand, you watch him grit his teeth as he struggles to pull you. Sure enough though, despite what sounds like his claws tearing at the roof, you are slowly pulled up to join him.

With your joined efforts, Isvran is quick to join you, the Vulpin then rushing to the edge of the rooftop and looking over. "Uhh... Shite." he sighs, looking back. "Might be a painful drop."

"Bloody fuck, just jump!" Isvran yells as he watches an arrow zip past. Without waiting, he grabs you and tackles the Vulpin over the edge in the process.

The three of you hit the rocky ground hard, then tumbling down a slight slope before being stopped by a small patch of bushes.

[Patriot]

(I changed the bio a bit, otherwise I'm good, yeah?)

[Patriot]

[Dakgu]
While trying to catch some fish in a fast current river near the edge of Dead Man's Pass, I use my Naturism abilities to halt to the water completely. I grab multiple fish with my hands, and put them out in a tweed basket and collect some fruits, nuts, and berries. I light a fire near a low drooping tree, and have a fish and a handful of fruit cashews. I salt the fish to preserve them. I rest for the night. In the morning I plan to go back to high rock.

[Benzo]

[Dakgu]
Attempting to stall the river, you are able to bring it to a near standstill, the fish within seeming very confused by their sudden pause in movement. Easily caught at this point, the fish are quick to join an assortment of local apples and okrim berries, a Orcish-introduced yellow, tart fruit.

Setting up your camp for the afternoon, you look at the sky above and gauge it to be a few hours after noon. This spot seemed as good as any to stop, though, particularly after the energy loss required in manipulating the river.

[Patriot]

[Dakgu]
After I have rested for about 6 hours, I have one of the tart fruits, and begin traveling south to High Rock at a leisurely pace. While walking, I continue collecting assorted food items, including a squirrel I hit with a rock. I arrive at a small village of Orcs, and attempt to trade some of the fruits and fish for more some ale.

[Benzo]

(Oi Xeno, Prec, did you both bail?)

[Patriot]

(If they did bail, I'd like a time skip to after my rest, please. I really want to get into this.)

[Benzo]

(Hell, if they did, this basically just became an ISRP for you.)

[Patriot]

(Okay.. idc if it's an ISRP or not. Lol.)