Yarns of Travina: Ragnarök

[The Jiggler]

D'jeng sheathes his sword after poking around at the beast for a bit. Afterwards, he looks towards the elf and speaks, "You aren't rescued yet with that gash in you. We should get to the Crossroads. I'm sure there's a healer there that can help you."

[Xenos]

{Bhaghull}


"In the woods, I might say. How silly of you to think I would actually want to kill them all at once." Letting out a chuckle at the end of my statement, I place a scaly hand onto my chin.

"...Even though I dream for that day..."

"However, I think it shall be excelsior that we lure the two clans in these woods and ambush them. They'll be at each other necks closer than a dagger! Ho-ho-ho!"

[Benzo]

(Sorry for the silence; Phone had run out of Data. I'll edit this post into the next plot post sometime today when I get the chance.)

[Patriot]

(Still waiting for my update.. xenos please just finish your fights and whatever and get you character to go take a rest. Darn it.)

[Benzo]

(Apologies mates; Got wiped the first time I tried posting, soooo I was salty last night.)


[D'jeng Asgaeldson]
Staring at the creature as you poked at the corpse, the Nisfur seems rather captivated as you spoke. Blinking and looking up at you, he registers your words for a moment, before then looking at his bloodied leg.
"I should have a-" he began, looking around before cursing loudly. "Damn it all. My herbs were lost while I ran... Aye, I suppose going to the Crossroads is the best course of action."

Slowly struggling to stand, you watch him tear off a nearby tree branch, growing it in his hand to form a crude walking staff.

"But not beforeI get a sample of this... Thing. You see, when a summoned Daenul is defeated or expires, the corpse simply dissipates and returns to the Void; Very hard to actually kill them in our plane." He explains to you quickly, a look of worry crossing over his face.

"And this isn't something native to the island?" he inquires after a moment. "I've only been here two years, and there are quite a few oddities to this place."



[Bhaghull]
Having left to grab firewood, Isvran returns a moment later as you began speak, tearing the branches he had gathered into suitable sizes before sticking them into the hearth.

"Any ideas on how to lure them here?" Farrowsar asks, the sound of his knife carving rough arrow shafts mingling with his words.

"We can figure that out tomorrow," the warrior began, yawning heavily as he pulled out a piece of flint. "Or you two can tonight; That potion is starting to take its toll on me." After a few minutes of aggravated grunting, he steps back as a small flame began kindling in the firepit.

[The Jiggler]

D'jeng glances at the beast before turning to the elf and responding, "Perhaps they are. I don't often wander along the majority of Travina. I stay at my farm and tend to my crops, scrapping to get by," he says with a scent of a remorse and guilt in his voice. 

[Benzo]

[D'jeng Asgaeldson]

"Hmm..." he responds half-mindedly as the Nisfur stared at the corpse. Glancing at the slain wildlife, he cautiously fingered the creature's helm before cursing loudly with a flinch.
"Still cold as a yeti's cock!"

Grabing and emptying a small burlap pouch of vials, he wraps it around one of the helm's fozen spikes protruding from the front, then pulling it up and off the creature's shoulders. With the helm wrapped inside the pouch, he looks down at the face that was revealed; A blueish-skinned brute with a hair as white as the small tusks protruding from its lower lip.

"He almost looks like an Orsin." the Elf says in wonder as he studied the still facial features. "Larger tusks than a typical Orc though, judging by the fact that these had been snapped, or cut. And that skin tone... As if made of the very ice it wears; Which, itself is a wonder."

Struggling to stand once more, he turns towards you with a shrug. "I don't think the armor is enchanted, at least not by any known means. Go look at its blade; I'm wagering it isn't covered in rune etchings like it should be." he then suggests, nodding towards the large greatsword lying nearby. As you look at the weapon, you can still see faint wisps of frost trailing off the blade's edge.

[Patriot]

(Still waiting for MY update.., cri)

[The Jiggler]

D'jeng walks over to the greatsword, too scared to touch it, fearing he'll freeze his hands. Instead he stomps on it, thinking it'll shatter into pieces.

[Benzo]

[D'jeng Asgaeldson]

Upon stomping at the blade, you feel a slight gust of cool air rush up your leg as it bounced against the dirt, seeming undamaged and otherwise unaffected. Behind you, you hear the Nisfur click his tongue.

"As I figured." he says, his breathing somewhat shallow. "At least, I didn't see any sort of interference, as you normally would when an enchantment's etching gets grimed up... I believe something about the metal itself has arcane properties. I'm no geologist, but hopefully I can learn something from the helmet."

[The Jiggler]

D'jeng dusts off his garment and tells the Elf that they should head off if they intend to be there before tomorrow's noon. 

[Benzo]

[D'jeng Asgaeldson]

Your companion nods, taking up his gatherings before slowly hobbling behind you, staff in hand. A few minutes into the journey, he once more thanks you for the untimely aid.

"Do you have plans tomorrow in The Crossroads, friend?" he then questions you suddenly. "I may not have much in the way of coin, but I pray that you'll let me compensate you with a few scrolls once my mana has replenished... Just not any Conjuration spells." he says, adding the last bit with a dry laugh.

[The Jiggler]

D'jeng is wary of revealing his plans to the Elf, but nonetheless, after a brief sigh, he loosens his tongue, "I'm going to hire some boys to help around the farm for the harvesting season," he grabs apple from his knapsack and takes a chunk out of it before continuing on, "so yeah, I'll be in the Crossroads for another day or so."

[Benzo]

[D'jeng Asgaeldson]

Nodding at your response, the Wood Elf goes silent for a moment as he thought about the spells in his arsenal, and more precisely, how they might benefit a farmer such as yourself. "A fine and respectful way to earn a living." he applauds you. "Maybe I can figure a way to make your crop less weighty or cumbersome during travel." he then added with a shrug.

[Xenos]

[busy busy]

{Bhaghull}


"Shouldn't be that hard," I say, placing my hand into the fire to cast a burning touch to kickstart the flame. "All we need to do is lure one member into the woods, make them meet, slaughter them, and take their possessions."

I look back, seeing where Isvran ran off to. With a hushed tone of voice, I lean closer to Farrowsar. "Or, perhaps we could infiltrate one of the clans, by the Void, perhaps the both of them at once...and take their loot. Don't you think?"

A give out a snickering chuckle, glaring at the fox with a small smile etched on my face.

[Patriot]

(STOP IGNORING ME AND UPDATE IT BENZO)