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Re: Strongest Level One (n)PC (Critique wanted)
« Reply #30 on: February 24, 2016, 11:36:26 AM »
Chapter Two, Segment 4

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The bout yesterday had left an awful aftertaste in Hildrs mouth. She didn't like the manner how the sparring had ended. Even though she tried her best to justify her actions, she new she had gone too far. Using her sure kill move in a sparring match was just too much and how Teddy had walked away from it while sending her off like a rocket towards a wall and through it. That just adds insult to injury.

All of these conflicting thoughts kept circling inside her head as she made her way towards Silvas home. The villagers passing by greeted her and she replied politely, even if halfheartedly. Hildr knew she was up for a lecture. The situation brought back memories from her time in the cloister and she didn't like it one bit. The matron there had been a violent one as well as sharp tongued. But this was not the time to linger in bad memories.

Hildr finally reached her destination and stared at the wooden door. There was nothing out of the ordinary about it but somehow she felt terror as she examined the lines in the woodwork. She extended her arm but the door handle escaped her grasp as the door opened, revealing and imposing pair of eyes, slowly skinning away her self-assurance.

- Come in. Silva ordered. Hildrs body instinctively reacted to Silvas tone before Hildr could even will it to move. She walked in past Silva and sat on a chair next to a stained table. The smells and sights were lost to her as her gaze was fixated on Silva. The alchemist closed the door and walked to her rocking chair. She sat down, leaned back and crossed her arms.

They both sat there in silence for what seemed to be an eternity. Silva rocking in her chair and holding Hildrs eyes firmly locked to hers. The guilt she felt seemed to increase by the minute until the feeling became almost unbearable. She was about to open her mouth and start her apology, but was quickly interrupted.

- Don't. Say a word. There is nothing you can say that will justify your thoughtless actions. Really. You are supposed to be a cleric of compassion and love and yet you behave like a spoiled brat that had her toy stolen. Your explanations will only make this matter worse so shut up and listen.

The lecture was justified and that only made it worse. Hildr had forgotten herself in a moment of anger. She knew that, had known that the minute she was dug up from the rubble. She had seen Teddy's prowess first hand as he had decimated two hundred barbarians, barely breaking a sweat. It should have been an honor enough that Teddy had agreed to spar with her in the first place.

After the lecture was done Silva took a deep breath as if expelling all her negativity and changed her mood like the wind changes its direction.
- Would you like some tea? She asked. It wasn't as much of a question as it was a statement as she was already heading towards the fireplace. She had a vast iron kettle ready over the fire and the water was ready. She conjured three wooden cups and poured water into each of them. The smell of the now brewing liquid filled the air with scents Hildr had never before smelled. Sweet, murky, invigorating.

- Now be a good girl and take this to our patient, would you girl. Silva ordered and offered two cups to Hildr.
- Yes, mam. Hildr replied instinctively as she reach for the cups and headed for the treatment room. She paused in front of the door, all her feelings brawling inside her head and the tightness around her chest almost forcing the air out of her.
- What are you standing there for? In you go. Silva's words were like a kick to her behind and she nearly stumbled inside.

Teddy was there, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling, doing his best to ignore the nearly comical entrance of Hildr. He would follow Silva's rules to the best of his ability if it meant he could make things right again, though Silva's methods seemed strange to him. Devious and roundabout, everything he wasn't and this waged war with his character.

Hildr placed the teacup on the small table next to the bed and sat on the stool prepared for her. They sat there in silence, both sipping their tea. The cup looked ridiculously small  in Teddy's hand. The smell of the tea seemed to grow stronger inside the room. The sweet aroma nearing levels of intoxication. Somehow, Hildrs senses seemed to be heightened, everything felt more vibrant. She stared at Teddy and felt a strange urge to touch his naked skin. She noticed she was breathing heavily.

Teddy had trouble focusing on ignoring Hildr. There was something in the tea that had effected him. He could smell Hildr. She was in heat, and his desire was nearing its peak. He could feel Hildrs eyes strip him. It was hot in here. He needed to take off his clothes or he would suffocate. it soon became unbearable for them both and they both gave in to their desires.

Silva listened to the sounds coming from the treatment room and smiled wryly. A perfectly executed plan. This should relieve the pressure for them both. She felt please with herself but when the hours passed and the ruckus in the room showed no signs of stopping, she started to feel annoyed. Had she made a mistake in her dosage of the lust potion? Hardly. She had been very careful. Two drops in each cup, no more, no less.

Silva searched the pockets of her apron and brought the tiny vial to eye level. Yes, it was missing four drops. She pursed her lips and added two drops in her own tea and gulped it down. The effects slowly kicked in. The potion was perfect, nothing out of place. She scratched her hair and decided that the two had just that much pent up sexual energy that the lust potion worked like oil on fire. Silva took a deep breath and headed out. Better make use of the potions effects and have some fun and he knew just the man.

He marched down the street, people giving her space as they felt the burning determination oozing away from her. She finally reached her destination. Silva lifted her skirt and kicked open the Blacksmiths door, the man jumping in fright from his dinner.
- Vagrulf! Haul your sugar butt in to the bedroom. Silva yelled at the frightened man
- Wha?
- NOW!
- Yes, mam!
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Re: Strongest Level One (n)PC (Critique wanted)
« Reply #31 on: March 13, 2016, 07:13:02 AM »
Chapter Two, Segment 5

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Hildr felt light the following days after her wonderful night with Teddy. Granted he wasn't her first but he had been her most intense. When Silva had explained that she had added a little lust potion in to their tea, she had tried to be angry about it but she she couldn't.

The whole town was buzzing like am ant nest. Vagrulf had been working tirelessly in his forge to produve enough weapons for everyone and after their night together, Teddy had been ordered to help him. After the first few hours of hands on training in supporting him in the forge, Teddy had picked up an uncanny ability to predict what Vagrulf needed at any given time. His capacity to learn the skills of a blacksmith so quickly was something Vagrulf was never afraid to bring up. Slowly the obstinate blacksmiths opinnion of Teddy had changed and he had stopped calling him The Ogre.

The same applied for the rest of the townsfolk. THe children were first to accept Teddy. At first they had been scared of him, but when one of the boys had thrown a girls doll on the roof. Teddy had caught the boy and lifted him up to eye level with him, giving him a silent lecture about being nice to others. Teddy had then forced the boy to get the doll down from the roof with his aid.

Hildr had watched the scene form the sidelines and kept the frantic mother and other townspeople form intervening. THe  ammount of care Teddy had used when interacting the children was wonderous. Teddy had enough power to break down a house with single punch yet his touch could be as light as a feather. Hildr had smiled at the girl thanking Teddy coily before running away.

Gryl had been busy with something this entire time. Hildr had seen him talking to pitch diggers about something and he was keeping quite about his plans. All he said was that he had a plan for the coming invasion that could even the odds for them. Hildr didn't like the look in his eyes when Gryl talked about his plan. It was malicious to a point it almost felt scary. Hildr thanked the gods Gryl was on their side.

The Flow-Watcher had disappeared soon after their night together. This was no surprise to anyone, as the Flow-Watcher were a fickle kind, disappearing and reappearing where ever they pleased. Whatever the little girl was up to was of little concern to Hildr. She only hoped it would aid the towns people.

On the seventh evening, Teddy came to Hildr carrying something wrapped in cloth.
"I have something for you, Hildr." He signed to Hildr.
"Oh? What is it." Hildr felt exited, something she hadn't felt for a long time.
"A present. From me. And Vagrulf but mostly me." Teddy stumbled on his words. This was uncharacteristic to him, Hildr felt. He offered the package to Hildr unwrapped it while smiling.

The package revealed a two-handed hammer. It was unornamented and look very plain, but with careful examination the work was flawless. It was perfectly balanced when Hildr grabbed the handle there was a sudden surge of power. This was an extremely potent item.

"Teddy... I don't know what to say." Hildr was mesmerized by the weapon. She held it in her hands and it felt like she had had it for ages. It was as if the weapon felt pleased to be held by her.
"I forged the Relic from the altar in to it. And tempered it in my blood." Teddy signed.
"You did what?" Hildr exclaimed. "That relic belongs to the altar and the Church. You can't just take it and forge it in to an item." Hildr felt angre boiling up but it it quickly subsided when a pulse of energy pushed its way to her core. The weapon was speaking to her!

To say the weapon was speaking is a bit of an ovwerstatement, what it did was send images or rather, feelings to Hildr. Regardlessm the message was clear. The relic within the weapon had desired to travel with Hildr. After the corruption by the Priest and following purification by Hildr, the purpose if the relic had been broken. It had lost some of the potency it had once held, but it still held plenty of power and it felt it wanted to share it with someone who could put it to use. Share it with a righteouss soul so it had called Teddy and convinced him to forge a weapon out of it.

Hildr sared at the weapon.
"So you feel it too?" Teddy signed.
"I... I... Yes. I can feel the relics desire. I though they were just items. But to think they have a conciousness. I don't know if this is blasphemy or not, but I thank you for the gift. Still, this is a two-handed weapon. I have been fighting with a mace and shield up till now. Why not make a one-handed weapon?" Hildr asked.
"I will be your shield now, your anvil. I wish you to forge a crown of triumph from the broken bodies of our enemies. I wish to travel with you and see the ends of the world." Teddy said with determination.

"But what of the North? I have understood that you guard the South from the North and the North from the South. Who will take your place?" Hildr asked. She felt slightly anxious about the thought that Teddy would travel with her. She had been lone traveller for so long and having a companion felt terrifying.
"I have been guarding the North long enough. If the fate decides that North and South should collide, so be it. I have filled my purpose long enough. This will be the fight when I finally slay thw White Queen and end this long War. For good." Teddy stated. Hildr could feel his resolve. She gripped her new weapon in her hands and a pulse of reassurance travelled up her arms, easing her worries. She would protect this town with all her might.
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Re: Strongest Level One (n)PC (Critique wanted)
« Reply #32 on: April 15, 2017, 11:20:39 AM »
An update... It has been far too long...

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      Hildr measured the ragtag group of militia. They seemed about avarage when it came to capability of defending a town. That said, their equipment was in shambles. The only things in proper condition were the wooden towershields, which was actually a very good thing. Her plan was to use a battle line of towershields in front and spears behind, with archers on the rooftops.

      But first, the militia needed to be trained in holding the line. The plan rested solely on the shoulders of the towershields. If the line broke... Well, there was no point in thinking about it. All she could do is try her best to prepare them for the battle. And for that reason she had called Teddy from the forge to help her.

      Hildr knew very well that Teddy was an extremely intimidating figure. Tall, muscular, wild. His eyes were that of predator, scanning for any sign of weakness in his prey. Hildr shouted commands and the group started shuffling about, taking their positions in the battleline.
"Right! Everyone ready? We will now practice holding the line. For this plan to succeed, it is absolutely paramount that you DO NOT break the line. If the line breaks, we will all die and the town will burn. Do you understand?" Hildr shouted at the readied men.
"Yes, Mam!" The men shouted.
"Good. Now. Teddy will be simulating the incoming horde. What ever he does, do not break the line. Understood?" She shouted.
"Yes, Mam!" Came the reply.
"Teddy! If you will."
      Teddy had been following the process from the the other side of the training field. When Hildr finally gave him the signal, he sighed and hoisted his axe on his shoulder. He walked slowly towards the battleline, finally reaching the shields. He watched the line carefully, looking for signs of carelessness. He walked back and forth the line, poking and prodding the shields and watching the reactions.

     Teddy grunted and nodded, then suddenly slammed his fist against one of the shields. The militiamen yelped fell on his backside.
"To He'll with you! Hold the damned line!" Hildr barked at the man who scrambled back on his feet and placed his shield back in line. The man's whole arm throbbed. Others muttered and cursed the man for falling down. Teddy punished the nearest with a punch to the shield. The man cried out as his arm broke but didn't falter. Hildr rushed in and began praying. Golden light flowed from her hands and the growling of the man stopped as the bone mended.
"Good. Again!" Hildr barked as she returned back to her place behind the line.

      Teddy nodded and took a few steps back. He scanned the line before drawing a a long rumbling breath. He howled. All them men in the line screamed in panic as the primal terror gripped their minds and sent them running away. All but one. The man who was punched on his behind stood still.

"You there! Good work holding the line. The rest of you, back to your stations!" The embarrassed militiamen muttered something under their breath and returned to their places. The one who ztod his ground still stood perfectly still.
"Willam? Willam you alrite?" His shield neighbour asked. Red lines had started to creep up from under Willams chains hit and had reached his chin.
"Willam?" The man reached out to touch Willams shoulder. Willam screamed out and rushed forward towards Teddy, holding his shield with both hands.
"Hey! You! Get back here!" Hildr barked but Teddy raised his hand. He knew what this was. He had seen it before. Battle rage. An ability very few possessed thouh most common among the Bear tribe, the most feared warriors in the north.

      Willam raised his shield and slammed it against Teddy. The shield exploded, sending splinters everywhere and even forcing Teddy to drop his axe and stumble back a couple of steps. Willam grabbed Teddy's axe with both hands and began to lift it when suddenly a strange rumbling sound emerged from out of nowhere. The axes for seem to shift and distort.w transforming into something like a giant maw. Tendrils of pure black that seemed to eat the very light touching it creeper up the handle and enveloped Willams hands. Willam screamed but ignored the tendrils penetrative his skin. He pulled the axe up and rushed towards flustered Teddy, swinging the axe with all his might.

      Teddy eyes narrowed and he deftly caught the wildly swung axe from the base of the axehead. He punched Willam to the chest sending the man flying. Willam rolled and bounced, slamming against the shield wall. The men who received the impact yelped in surprise and were about to step back, but Hildr barked them to hold. The black tendrils now aimed for Teddy's arm. Penetrative his skin and beginning to pulse, as they sucked the life out from his arm. Teddy growled at the axe, which seemed to reel back from the sound. The tendrils receded and the axehead slowly shifted back to its original form.
"What in the Nine Hells is that weapon!" Hildr shouted at Teddy.
"The Trollkin call it Syöveri, the bottomless, black, all consuming pit."
"Fine. But what the hell is it?" She asked again.
"A very dangerous, cursed weapon." A new voiced told her. Vagrulf the blacksmith appeared from between the buildings, holding his hammer like a weapon.
"The Trollkin are right to fearing that thing. It eats away life itself." Vagrulf face seemed shadowed with worry.
"Why do you carry it?" He asked of Teddy.
"He is the seal that keeps the maw closed, so the World Eater is kept from being reborn again." A third voice emerged. Gray smoke streaked from around the training grounds and formed a spiritual wolf, the same that had carried Teddy to the town.
"That so?" Said Vagrulf. "And what guarantee is there that Teddy won't turn into him, Spirit?" He continued.
"Ted Dhar Yrsi is... Special. In many ways." The wolf replied.
"Hrmh... Very well. I hope you are right..." Vagrulf replied. Hildr looked back and forth from the Blacksmith and the wolf.
"Could someone explain me what in the Hells is going on?" She shouted.
"Gladly, but this not the place for such a discussion." The wolf bowed slightly at Hildr. "If you would kindly follow me. Oh, and bring the Baerserk warrior as well. There is much to discuss."
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Re: Strongest Level One (n)PC (Critique wanted)
« Reply #33 on: June 27, 2021, 06:39:03 AM »
Decided that I'm going to update this once again. The story needs to be told.

     
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Teddy carried the unconscious baerserk on his shoulder like a sack of flour. The limp arms swinging from side to side and rhythm of Teddy's stride. He and the wolf spirit lead the group to the church, now avoided by most of the villagers and for good reason. There were plenty on unpleasant memories in resent history attached to the place but that was beneficial to the conversation to be had. The less people knew the better.

      Teddy carelessly pushed the still damaged wooden doors open and marched inside. He took a quick look around and fetched a chair, placing it in front of the cracked altar. He dropped the unconscious man from his shoulder on the chair, who grunted on impact.
"What are you doing?" Hildir asked from Teddy, who grunted in response.
"We need some rope to tie the man down." Teddy signed.
"Here." Vagrulf offered a spool of hemp rope. Teddy lifted one of his eyebrows.
"Got it just now. Figured you might need it." Teddy grunted and proceeded to tie the baerserk down.
"So is anyone going to explain anything to me?" Hildir asked from the crowd.
"Certainly" replied the spirit. "What do you desire to understand?"
"Why don't we start with what in the Hells is that weapon. The what did you call it?"
"Syöveri." Replied the wolf.
"Yeah. That. What does it mean? Why does Teddy have it?" Hildir sounded somewhat frustrated.
"That... Is a long story." The wolf hesitated.
"Well give me the crux of it then." Hildir consented.
The spirit seemed to almost sigh before he began.
"Long ago, when the world was first forged from the cracked egg of the divine bird by the hands of Blacksmith Ilmarinen, the god of forges and smiths, the creator of the first flame, the Great Father, who seeded life in the womb of Great Mother, took a handful of soil from the childlike world and molded his first born children.
They who were not born of the Great Mother, but were created from the craftsmanship of Great Father, molded by his gnarly hands, were called the Trolls and they are the ancestors of all troll-kind.
When Great Mother birthed all life on earth, the Trolls had already established kingdoms in the North and had recorded the cycles of the sun and moon, charted the stars, visited the heavenly brass pillar and named the nail of the sky, Northern Star.
And this blessed existence had made them arrogant and complacent. They sneered at the children of Great Mother, the younger races who had not seen the world being created around them, had not witnessed glow of the divine forge and heard not the hammer strike upon the firmament.
And soon this arrogance fueled the flames of rebellion in the hearts of the Trolls. They rebelled and cast down the love of Great Father. Lead by their most distinguished warrior, The Blood Red King, they climbed the heavenly brass pillar and tried to assault the halls of Great Father. And He was angry.
Great Father, with a wave of his gnarly hand, threw the troll army down from his doorstep, like you would sweep pine needles, and in doing so, cursed the Troll-kind to be violent, angry and resentful of all life. He dyed their hair smoldering black and skin red as blood and they would not feel his love ever again.
Great Mother, who loved all life as equal, pleaded for mercy, but in his anger, Great Father would not relent. The Blood Red King, who carried the ax said to be able to kill gods Syöveri, was personally crushed by Great Father, but as a last act of defiance, struck the canine of Great Father with Syöveri, before his body and soul were forever extinguished from existence and the ax was lost for a millennia. Later this tooth would become the seat of power of the Blood Trolls Udharthas Vuormurtyng, the rotted tooth of Great Father."
Hildir stared at the wolf slack-jawed. "Blasphemy! That's not how the world was created!" She exclaimed.
"The Morning Sun lead humanity from the Cave of Perpetual Shadows to a world abundance and blessed light!" She demanded, partly trying to convince herself that the creation myth of the Church of the Morning Sun was true, yet something rebelled inside her. She dismissed the feeling quickly. To doubt the scriptures is to doubt the guidance of the Morning Sun and to doubt the Morning Sun is to invite heresy to one's heart and heresy leads to damnation and torment on the path towards the Cave of Perpetual Shadows where no one returns.
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« Reply #34 on: July 04, 2021, 03:02:42 PM »
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The wolf spirit stared at Hildr with an inquisitive look.
"So from all of that, you decide to pay attention to the origin of all life instead of the key point?" The wolf pressed her.
Hildr was at a loss for words. How could she respond to that remark. The very basis of her faith had just been put to question and it was deemed insignificant by the other side. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and centered herself.
"So you are saying that the ax he wields is the same lost in the fight between this... Great Father and Blood Red King of the trolls?" She asked
"Precisely. The blood-trolls use their endless vitality to fuel their enchantments, much like the younger races use runes to trap creationsl forces, magic, in their weapons. Magic ebbs and flows like the tide, but vitality is always present as long as the user is alive and Ted Dhar Yrsi has this same trait." The Wolf replied.
"And the maw?" She asked.
"It is the form of the weapons will. It's reason for existing. It was created to unravel creation. To turn life to nothingness, to take and not give back, to undo Gods. Ted Dhar Yrsi is the lid that keeps the pit closed." The Wolf stated. Hildrs eyes instinctively moved to Teddy.
"What is he doing?" She asked confused. Teddy sat Infront of unconscious Willam and growled something incompressible to her while rocking himself back and forth.
"He is reciting the hundred names of the Bear." The Wolf replied and sound of the animals name made Hildrs skin crawl. She rubbed her arm.
"Why?"
"To transform the man who has the blood of the Bear running in his veins." the Wolf replied with reverence in his voice. She dared not ask anymore.
"He will now be gifted with the ability to Don the skin of the Bear. To become one with the Brother clad in brown, the Golden Apple of The Woods, The silver and Gold of the Forest."
Teddy grunting slowly became louder and louder. He suddenly stopped, sprung up and lifted his left hand high up towards the sky.
"The left arm that protects life" the wolf said. A blade appeared in Teddy right hand as he slowly brought it up and cut his left palm
"And the right arm that takes life away." Teddy let the blood flow down on Willam. He dropped the knife and held Willams jaw, forcing his mouth open, allowing the blood to drip in his mouth and down his throat.
"Through his blood, he will be kin. Through this sacrifice he will be one with those who came before him." The Wolf chanted. Teddy grabbed Willams head with both hands and began to grunt once more. WILLAM began to shake violently before a primal cry was realeased from somewhere deep within him.
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« Reply #35 on: July 11, 2021, 01:51:26 PM »
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"What in the Hells did you do Teddy?" Hildr shouted. Teddy finished his last litany and stood up. He turned towards the them and signed.
"We should go. His transformation will be violent." He began walking towards the door, not waiting for anyone to answer.
"Teddy! I asked you a question!" Hildr shouted. Teddy simply grabbed the woman by the arm and started dragging her out.
"Hey! What do you think you are doing?" She the tried pull her hand but the grip was unrelenting. Willams screams echoed in the church and the chair he was tied to creaked loudly as he convulsed.
"I need to help him What ever you did is obviously causing him tremendous amounts of pain." She sounded distressed.
"Do not be worried for his health. What Teddy did is merely expediting the inevitable". The Wolf stated.
"I still don't understand what he did." She grumbled.
"To me, it sounded like he was turning Willam in to some kind of a werebear or something." Hildr gave up on trying to free her arm and allowed herself to be herded out.
"Is that what you southerners call those blessed with the ability to change their shape?" The Wolf asked.
"Werebear, werewolf, wererat. There are plenty of those cursed with lycanthropy or similar diseases." Hildr stated. The Wolf seemed both confused and concerned.
"Do you think it a disease? A blessing from totemic animals?" The Wolf asked her.
"They tend to be overly violent and hostile when they transform. Some
have  destroyed whole villages in their rampages." She sounded bitter and angry. The Wolf didn't reply.
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Re: Strongest Level One (n)PC (Critique wanted)
« Reply #36 on: July 27, 2021, 02:16:02 PM »
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Teddy pulled the heavy wooden doors shut and slid his axes handle in through the hoops of the door to keep it shut.
"I think we need a chain." He signed to Vagrulf, who nodded and ran off.
"This is not acceptable." Hildr stated and tried to stare down Teddy. Even with the difference in stature, she exuded a presence rivaling Teddy's but the man remained unfazed.
"I have only done what is right. He is what he is and nothing you say or do can change that." Teddy replied.
"Yes I can. There are ways, medicine, that can help curb the change. To allow him to live a normal life among the people. His fate doesn't have to be of violence and death in the hands of his own people!" She pleaded.
"And why would it end so? If what you say is true in where you come from, this is the North. We have ways to channel the inner beast. To teach control and wisdom from previous generations. To be blessed by the beast is a responsibility to you kin. It's is a path of discipline and path that leads to your ancestors. He is a link between the brothers of the Forest, much like I am." He replied.
"You do not understand! I have witnessed the aftermath of the change. Hundreds of villagers butchered. Men, women, even children torn apart, half-eaten. Something so terrifying can't ever be considered a blessing." Holder remained adamant in her opinion. Memories she would have preferred to remain forgotten slowly bubbled up and she did her best to push them away by reciting the prayers of forgiveness and redemption in her head.
"For the sake of argument, let's us assume you are right. Then do tell, how do the Northerners thrive like they do, when third of their tribes are these... Shapechangers?" Teddy argued.
"That I don't know. A spell or a drug that calms them down?" Hildr replied and Teddy merely shook his head.
"You will see soon enough" he signed. A loud crack could be heard from behind the closed doors and snapping of rope followed. The howling had gained a new depth that sent shivers down Hildrs spine. Teddy leaned against the door with his full weight and suddenly something slammed against the double doors with such force that dust tricked down from the stone frame and Teddy was pushed back but he quickly regained his footing. Another slam followed by what could be described as a roar of frustration. Suddenly a hand or more accurately a palm burst through the wooden door and flailed around, looking for whatever was blocking the way.
"To Hells with this!" Hildr exclaimed and began strapping her shield to her arm. Teddy grunted and pulled away from the door. He grabbed the the axe just beneath the head and waited. When the palm pulled out from the hole, Teddy swiftly slid the axe out of the hoops and took a step back.
"Teddy?" Hildrs shouted, she had strapped the shield and held her mace ready, assuming a low stance.
The double doors hinges creaked when another slam shook the doors and immediately Teddy aimed a kick in the middle of the doors, pushing them open violently and sending a large dark form flying back. With deceptive agility it spun around in the air, landing on all fours before bulleting towards the waiting Teddy.
The ogre remained calm and collected, as if he had witnessed this scene a thousand times and as the form leapt towards him, the sun revealed a terrifying hybrid of man and a bear. A snout pushed out from where the mouth and nose used to be. The data had pushed up and black fur covered the entire body. Torn remains of clothes dangled from muscular arms and chest, the hands and feet had turned to palms and grown thick black nails that could easily eviscerate an armored man.
Teddy simply stepped in and landed a perfectly timed right hook on the flying Willams chest, the force of the impact flipping the Willams hind legs up and over and he slammed face down on the stone floor. Teddy began to grunt again while grabbing the werebears hind leg and swinging him back inside the church with ease.
At that point Vagrulf came running, carrying a heavy iron chain that clinked with every step.
"*censored*." He said and dropped the chain, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.
"Should I call for the guards?" He asked Hildr but the Wolf replied.
"No need. The first lesson has begun" it stated and walked at the open doors and sat down. Hildr still remained in her stance and Vagrulf looked confused.
"Come." The Wolf beckoned. "Come and witness Willams first steps as a mover of the Bear tribe." Hildr and Vagrulf glanced at one another before moving to the open doors.
Health is a relative thing.