ManoftheNorth

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

Skaven raged and fled as they were felled with a growing ease and the battle came to a slowing stall. The air grew stale with the scent of the fallen and the release of their life, but it would soon change once more.

"You got my thanks.. fer what'cha did. For me and me boys.. But open arms ain't a custom o' tha Dwarves at war! You had be-" Stokely almost choked on his own words as the first rumble shook the ground ever so slightly. But it continued on with each pounding step. Something big. Something angry.

Grendrick was stilled as he sniffed the air for the approaching opposition. It his his nose immediately and heavily. It was Rat Ogre.. it was foul, unnatural, and an abomination.. he was one to know such things. However what made his nose reel was something even fouler than the Ogre, it was the Shaman. It's magic was heavy and foul, and it made Grendrick snarl and snap out in anger and frustration. He seemed to almost go rabid as he took several steps forward and prevented the others from standing between the opposition and himself.

He called out clearly over the deafening roar of the Ogre. "If it is up high, you should aim low!" It was a fairly common tactic when faced with a giant of any kind. The axe takes the beast in the knees till it hits the ground, then the hammer cracks open its skull.

Grendrick let the man get his words in before he took another step towards the monster and it's master, the Lupine was unfaltering and he latched his claws to the ground and stared his foes as they roared. Grendrick then did the same, his body coiled up as he gathered his senses and then unleashed his roar, his body shaking fiercely as he bellowed back at the monstrosity. The Rat Ogre was much more bulky than Grendrick, but matched his height, making the Ogre only somewhat taller by the bulk of his heft and proportions, and this put Grendrick in a state of almost ravenous euphoria. His snarling was almost involuntary now as he let the ideal sink in of the monster being prey, the opponent was large and ferocious, like himself. It was finally time for a good hunt.

Grendrick's claws shredded through the stone beneath his hands slowly, thin streaks of powder being created as they carved their way into curled fists and then latched out once again and his body lowered to the floor. He was menacing to say the least, ready to pounce, like a feral monster against the ground, fangs exposed with lips and jowels peeled back, drool slipping from his mouth as he growled and snarled at his prey, and his nose rooting though the air for any signs of the foes tactics, poisons, magic items, indicators. There was the the faint smell of singed material, something had produced fire, but an unnatural fire. It was very different than Ayse's fire, which was very natural. That faint smell wasn't clear to Grendrick, but was clear.. was his hunger and rage.

Grendrick flew into a state known to few denizens of the universe, a state that is both a combat-rage and a natural state. This was Grendrick, this was his nature utterly and entirely consumed in his primal power. He was feral now, for the time, and he goal was to shred apart the flesh of his opponent until the blood soaked into the ground and the bones clattered across the stone. He wanted nothing more than to reap the lives of those strongest in creation, and to prove himself the greatest Hunter. He would start with the Rat Ogre and the Shaman.

Grendrick immediately launched himself from his low position, however not high into the air, but forward. He propelled himself at the legs of the Rat Ogre and quickly found himself like a Wolf on the calves of an Elk. He impacted the shins of the Ogre and then dug his claws into the back of the calves, stabbing and plunging his long dagger like claws into the muscles and flesh of the legs, while his jaw latched around the back of the left heel and bit down into the Achilles Tendon, attempting to shred it with his maw of razor-sharp fangs. This was no easy fight, and attempt, as the Rat Ogre quickly tried to pry and peel the large Lupine from it's legs, but Grendrick fought back, reeling, rolling, and pushing, trying to topple the beast and bring it crashing down.

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

Grendrick reveled in the chaos that had become the Skaven. They dispersed and scurried with great haste as they cried out amidst the night air, drenching the atmosphere of the scene in a thickening, pungent aura of fear that filled Grendrick's nostrils instantly. It was almost too pungent for him to handle, but any predator worth it's mettle could overcome the stench of fear with relative commonality. This led his mind to move to the new joy of it all, fresh blood and frantic prey! He smirked in a way that many would not perceive as he looked about the war-zone, the felling of retreating Skaven filled his gleaming eyes and his large ears quickly, making his tail sway and whip rhythmically to the cries of the rat-folk, however it was all quickly interrupted as he watched the horde, and just through the center of it all, directly ahead of him.. the Iron Lotus bloomed before his eyes entirely.

The Dwarves forced an opening in their shield wall as they took their opportunities to fight back against the Skaven, and Grendrick. A Dwarven marksmen had readied a large Bolt onto his crossbow, and when the shields laid open for his shot, he struck with a true aim that was certainly trained and experienced. The Bolt whipped through the air like a comet as it trailed over the heads of the Skaven and Dwarves with ease, aimed for the high mark of Grendrick's heart. This made it all slow for the Lupine as he caught the tail of the Bolt's flight quickly approaching on him. He hadn't the time to react upon it's initial release due to his excitement, his bloodlust, his joy for the hunt, but a single Bolt wouldn't put him out of his fun just yet, and he made certain of this as he curled his body and whipped around to let the Bolt sink it's way into the back of his left shoulder. The metal head of the bolt sliced through the thick hide and sank several inches as it drilled it's way deeper before stopping and finally ending the journey. It was then that Grendrick felt the pain, but it wasn't more than he could handle, by any means, howeve it did cause a reaction..

"Filthy Dwarves!" Grendrick roared out as he flung his body back around to face the Dwarves, watching the many Skaven continuing to flee past him in a hurry. He desired to hunt the Dwarves with every fiber of his being now, but he would have to control this urge for now at least. Rather than subject his group to opposing the Dwarves altogether he laid into the prey he sought after from the start, instantly jumping after the closest Skaven.

It cried out in terror as the mighty wolf sat hovering over it's small frame, the rat-folk stumbled and clawed at the ground trying to break of the looming agony and death, but it was fruitless and like a cornered animal the Rat-kin rolled onto it's back and began swinging it's rusted saber frantically at Grendrick looking for even the slightest chance of wavering the beast. However it was all for-not as Grendrick chuckled and stared into the eyes of the Rat-kin. His gaze petrified the creature instantly and the wolf instantly latched it's maw against the throat of the Rat and tore it from it's host with ease and without hesitation. He shredded it from the body and sprayed blood all across himself and the air about him in the process, and with that strike he unleashed his nature upon the rest of the Skaven.

His limbs carried him to the next two just before they reached Nove, a sprint on all fours to once again hound down his prey, and as he closed in he found Nove excited for Combat and striking with precision and power, however even with this Grendrick could not allow Nove and his party to become overrun and he felt his hunger and hunt take a turn to stem the tide of this fight.

He watched as Nove cut down a Skaven, the two Grendrick was hunting had closed in on the boy, but completely ignored their senses and the looming danger behind them as Grendrick was now over top of them, and with a loud snarl they found the error in their tactic as they both turned to face the mighty beast. In this moment alone, Nove was able to witness Grendrick first hand as he stared down at the boy and then the Skaven intently, before his razor-sharp claws came from the wide sides of his reach and stormed forward. The left arm slashed down from above and slammed the Skaven against the ground with great force while tearing through the flesh of it's chest, while the right arm with a piercing set of claws that struck straight into the back of the Skaven and prevented the frail creature from moving as Grendric hoisted it up away from Nove. The Rat-folk flailed and dropped it's dagger, wailing out in fear and agony as blood dripped down it's back and off Grendrick's hand, the other tried to fight it's way up from the ground, but Grendrick raised his left foot and held the pitiful creature down with ease, while Nove watched on at the Lupine. Grendrick then, mostly uncaring of the fact that Nove was watching due to his assumption he would move to fight or do something else, began to chuckle with a growling nature and a deep voice that chilled Skaven bones, only to silence his own laughter with the painful screeching of the Rat-folk. Grendrick had snapped his snout around the head of the Skaven and bit down tightly, the flailing and agonized Rat let out an un-earthly cry of terror and pain as it's body felt the fangs sink in and then it was quiet, almost eerily silent in the immediate area as the head of the Skaven that had been bitten was now sitting decapitated from the body in Grendrick's jaw and was dropped down beside the body of the one under his foot. It too was silent, stricken with a realization so strong it silenced every sound it made, all save for the sound of it's chest cracking and collapsing under the force of Grendrick's weight shifting. He didn't raise his foot and stomp, or throw his weight, he merely slowly shifted it to bear his weight on his left foot and the clawed foot sank slowly and the sound of the Skaven's ribs and sternum cracking and popping exploded out before the blood swelled and emerged from the rat's mouth and clawed chest.

Grendrick's eyes closed a moment as he let these kills sink in, but quickly spun on his heels and let out another roar at the Skaven who had tried to rush his party and it was here he made a second move on the horde. This time it was not a howl, but a roar of power and words spoken to the prey.

"You will not take my comrades! I will devour you all.."

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

There was a gathering of people that marveled and rivaled many mall towns with ease, but it was a marvel for it's very nature. The Woods, the unmarked lands of the wilds, yielded a City-state's worth of men and women it seemed as they are rejoiced and moved about the land in song and dance. Massive drums thundered through all the land as they were pounded and hammered, and the people sang out in great chorus through their song of choice.

Deep in the woods there was a fire
That burned with an evil desire
Desire to feed on the pain
A flame that would never retire
A pyre that would drive you insane
And it said...

Why don’t you cast yourself on me?
I promise you won’t feel a thing
There’s golden treasures underneath, you’ll see
Now please, give yourself to me

Deep in the woods the fire grew higher
The flesh would dissolve and expire
But the bones and the ashes remained
They whistled and snapped like a choir
A chorus that cried out in vain
And it said...

Why don’t you cast yourself on me?
I promise you won’t feel a thing
There’s golden treasures underneath, you’ll see
Now please, give yourself to me

Deep in the woods, there’s still a fire
That will never grow weary or tired
And draws closer and closer each day
And In bed when you start to perspire
Pray you don’t hear that refrain
Give yourself to me...

All the while the view was surveyed by Lady Stockton, who was no longer present in Apothicus, for her duties led her to the wooded lands to enact plans long established. This night seemed joyous for those of the woods, however this wasn't their truest nature and that was the certainty that lingered within Lady Stockton. She never trusted her client and the ordeals she would have to put herself through for her Client, but she had no choice, for her employer was more terrifying than her client. Yes, they were separate in this weird occasion, her client and her Employer were separate entities but they were far from unknown to one another.

This is why Lady Stockton did not hide herself as she would for most associates and Client's, but rather she walked freely among the crowd with ease and examined them all slowly, the nature of their appearance, design, and being were.. less-reputable. They were beginning to be easily understood as Bandits, Thieves, Marauders, and Cut-purses. They were an unsavory horde of Gutter-snipes and Alley-Cats, Highwaymen and Hoodlums, Scoundrels and Scavengers. However they were not un-governed in their own stead as they were ruled by the idealistic concept of a Black-Flag King, a Herald to controlled freedom, an advantageous Opportunist with a heavy hand and a sharp sword.

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Meanwhile, as this glorious revelry happened out in the wilds, Grendrick was greeted by Siph and the group finally entering the Tower. This pleased Grendrick for the simplest of reasons, but it was nonetheless a pleasure he held with a nod to the entirety of the group and not just Siph. They all passed through the Main Hall slowly, walking with Siph at the head and Grendrick's snout wavering slowly as numbers began to crowd them and pester them about Siph. While Grendrick would have normally handled the situation with a quick series of snarls and a snap from his maw, he held back in stead of Siph's reactions while he hummed, he hummed a simple tune in his growl-esque tone. It was yet again the song of The Fire, and as they reached the Infinity stone, his song ended with a light whisper to himself for a measure of practice. He usually hummed or sang this song on his way to the Infinity Stone, and it did fit well with his belief in the events of the Rifts.

"Give yourself to me.." Grendrick ended his song just as the Rift was opened by the old Dwarf and Siph immediately jumped through with a fair gusto, his Bear and Fariha still asleep atop it's back without much rousing yet. Grendrick was the next to go, quickly followed by an eager Marianne, Ayse, Nove, and the rest who quickly found themselves as well as the others in the instant scenario that a Rift presented. Grendrick's leap through the rift was a practiced one no doubt, as he took several steps back and ran forward the short distance on all fours to leap through and get some distance on his exit, propelling himself past Siph, and a few feet forward onto the bridge. Grendrick immediately put his height and design to great use as he raised his nose to the air and chuckled under his breath with a menacing demeanor.

"Skaven.. pests if nothing else." Grendrick growled as the chuckled subsided into irritation and anger. He smelled Skaven, Dwarves, and their poison faintly, but he searched the air for every last scent possible, before he took to surveying the scene with his sharp eyes. The elaborate and hardy stone-work and masonry of the Dwarves of this place and time was a master-piece all its own and a grand thing to see in it's lime-light rather than as a dusty old ruin. Grendrick was not as dull as the group had believed, or hoped, for what seemed like those who wished Grendrick to not exist among the group at all, but they wouldn't be so unhappy should they potentially listen to him. This is where the lupine came in handy most of all, combat.

“So, what are we doing, then? Better decide quickly, I doubt the rat-men are so patient.” Sylvia began to scan for weaknesses within the Skaven formation, trying to find the best route through or around them.

"I will tell you exactly what we are doing.." Grendrick turned to face the gathering as a whole. "It is decided, we are working from the front, so far you all wish to save these Dwarves, and thus we shall in turn do so. Nove, Gormarr, and Siph, should you listen to me, I want you three behind me, staying back here for the moment. Marianne, Ayse, Sylvia, and Fari... Hold on.. Fariha is still.." Grendrick hated the simple fact that he had to break his game plan so comedically due to the fact that Fariha was still asleep atop the Den Mother of Siph's. He would walk over to the Great Bear, slide down on all fours and commune with the Bear in a way only a Beast could to another. Grendrick slowly stepped past the bear, gliding his side against the Bear's and rubbing softly before standing and Fariha by the waist and raising her up to sit, and Grendrick shook her a moment to rouse her from her slumber. "Awaken. We are discussing business." He added before finally stepping away from her and letting her awaken fully, once she had done so, he continued on his way with his instructions. "Marianne, Ayse, Sylvia, Fariha, and Alya, will take up the rear behind us with support and suppresion." He spoke before letting out a huff of anticipation to an irritating set of potential remarks. "No, I am not doing this because you are females, so don't even assume that. Your skils sets will be best utilized from the back-lines, where your attacks and methods won't be seen. Gormarr, Nove, Siph, and myself will ensure that they don't reach you, and that they fall. However before the fight even starts, I have a personal tactic I will be employing, and it will be happening right now."

Grendrick went silent, and ultimately he gave his instruction and beliefs, and didn't wait for any return from the group. He cared not what they felt of his plan altogether, if they liked it or believed it smart, they would follow in suit, but in turn his plan was simple, and that was the nature of the Skaven, simple. His plan wasn't about elegance but rather the utilization of each member's skill set to the fullest, and he was about to use one from his that few others could pull off as he stanced himself, taking several long strides forward on the bridge an putting several feet between him and the group, his body compressed and his figure curled up tightly and before they knew it Grendrick had launched himself forward. He sprinted on all fours at a bounding speed and came to a grinding, claw-sparking halt just a few yards from the Skaven. His claws tightened against the stone ground and began to dig in marks of rock dust that puffed beneath his curling hands, and his body coiled up with his head being brought down into his chest, and then.. Grendrick exploded. The Lupine Beastman unleashed a howl, a deep, unearthly howl that seemed to shake the ground beneath the Skaven almost literally, the sound was unparalleled in this world, a blood-curdling sound that would instill fear into all but the absolute most hardy of men and women. It was the howl of a creature far beyond anything of the natural world, something so devastating, something so chill-instilling, it made one's skin crawl, one's bone ache, and one's heart stop.

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

Siph. Barou.

Grendrick watched the unfolding scenario with a snarling nostril at the event. Despite it's somewhat present hilarity, to Grendrick it was more of a nuisance than anything at all. He desired to get this under-way and now he was being held up by none other than Siph Barou and his companion. He was certain the others should know of Siph, but he didn't put it behind the newbies to be lacking in their knowledge of the highest ranked Rift Adventurer. There was one misconception that Grendrick now realized was tall-tales of the Man, as his height was merely eight feet tall. Granted he was a mountain of a man, Grendrick stood ten at his lycanthropic posture, and that made him shake his snout almost laughably at the nature of men's tales. Despite these tales and the nature of what made Grendrick release a subtle growl-laced chuckle, he was not against meeting Barou in his gracious nature.

"Aye, pleasure to meet the great Siph Barou. Though great seems to be a bit of a white lie now.. clearly the old Girl is better than you." The Lupine stated, with a hint of a joke on his tongue as he stepped past a few of the members around the table and surveyed Siph with a pair of keen eyes, and then his companion. "She is clearly the one who brings home the coin. You must be her trophy husband." Grendrick quipped again before passing the male and extending his lupine hand to brace onto Barou's shoulder, a gentle nature to it as if controlled and refined from one person to another, something completely unexpected and out of nature for Grendrick. He did so while speaking with a nod of his snout. "I will be at the church, collecting my Bloodshard. My armor is already marked with Sigils, and while I would enjoy staying and talking, I would rather us all prepare ourselves for the task ahead. I am ready for the Rifts, and tired of idle waiting so excuse me if I seem rude, Barou but I must be ready for this endeavor. Despite how anyone might feel of me, I prefer preparation as to speculation, and I intend to get us all through the Rifts alive."

Grendrick spoke and while his lupine voice made everything he said always sound furious and menacing, he was rather sincere and was speaking with the notions of what the others might not have perceived of him initially. He did in fact plan to lead, and lead his way, but with the presence and power to keep them all alive. He had been surveying them all this whole time, the concept not spoken but practiced. He was planning, plotting, analyzing the way few know how to do in the way he does.. as an Alpha, or the being aspiring to be the True Alpha. Artemis had her thoughts, the people around the table, and surely even Siph had thoughts of Grendrick, but none of them would ever truly know the dealings of Grendrick LeFloure's brain, and his spirit. He accepted this nature of himself and of others, however he always enjoyed proving them wrong in time as he had down to many previously who believed with false knowledge. This was only more of a lingering thought though as Grendrick had passed on to the hole ade by Siph and the Bear and he made his way out of the Guildhouse.

A few moments later and Grendrick was now out and about the city, the location of the Infinity Bridge was among the Tower itself, but around the Tower was a bustling city of quite the marvelous nature. It was here that he had a few things to tackle that he would rather not have the group knowing of and was partially a reason to leave earlier than the others. Though his explanation to Siph wasn't a lie as Grendrick did despise idle time wasting, and he was sure not to do so in the City errands he was doing. Before his trip to the Church he forced his way into a few back-streets of the City before reaching a building tucked away in the depths of Alleys and squares that was initially owned by the Iron Hands, and while the agents inside were Iron Hands Agent's, there was one who would be meeting Grendrick outside for a "walk" in which the two would discuss some matters of business.



"Lady Stockton." Grendrick growled lowly as a woman stepped away from the closed door-frame and then took a stride beside Grendrick's own. She was petite and slender, long legs gliding as she kept his pace.

"The Hound." Lady Stockton said in a monotone voice that flared only with the accent of a Silvershire native. She was a native to his home town, an old friend of his Wife's to be exact. She looked up from the street for only a split second as she glanced at his snout and his glaring eyes as they trailed the path into the square. "You will be taking up your hammer soon, aye Smith?" She asked him as they passed a small fountain in a residential rotunda of homes.

"Indeed, the coals are shimmering, and the forge will soon be hot and bright." Grendrick replied and let his body shift slowly as the pair stopped at the fountain and Grendrick stretched his large body out slowly. He rolled his shoulders and then raised his snout high in the air, extending his body towards the sky before it folded back slowly and he shook his head like an angry wolf. "When the iron is hot, I will mold it into a fine crafted piece. Then you can ship it to the customer, aye, Courier?" Grendrick asked the female as she seemingly ignored him and stared into the water of the fountain a few feet away. She kicked one heel up and had a smile of whimsy across her face as she replied.

"Aye, aye. Wings like a bird and speed like the wind! A flick of the wrist and a wisp of breath and the craft shall reach it's destination!" She spoke now with the lack of her previous monotone nature. She was now upbeat and happy, her silver hair fell from her hood and she spun on her one heel as she pushed up off the bearing of the fountain to frolic a moment around the square. All the while Grendrick merely smiled in a way few understood without realization of a Werewolf's smile, while he took his leave.

Moments passed as Grendrick exited the residential area and moved back towards the main-stay of the city. The Church closed into sight and he finally felt that itch in his spine begin to ease away. He could feel the oncoming of his desire to hunt and descend the Rifts peaking which made the small itch cease and turn into a hair-standing sensation. He could barely contain his own desire and urges, which led his walk to soon turn into a sprint, however a lycanthrope sprint was unlike the normal. He quickly leaped forward from his hind legs and his arms extended outward as he began to pounce and sprint, his lupine figure reaching great speed as he darted through the streets and then passed a long railing and then he climbed the stairs into the massive Church. His speed quickly declined as he passed through a pair of pre-opened gates and a single yelling Church-member shaking a long rod at Grendrick as he stormed passed and slowed to a halt before the Alter. There he panted and took a few heavy breaths as a representative slowly approached him with his Bloodshard, and a scowl, as well as yet another of the long rods which quickly met Grendrick's head and a large huff of anger from the lupine.

"Grendrcik! How many times'ave we told'ya to stop rampagin'n'ere like a mongrel!?" The representative, now revealed to be an older lady, scolded him with great disdain and apparent association. "Get'yer Shard and get'ut you mutt! Always a'bargin'in like a pesky pup wantin' food! Get! Get on out of here now!" She yelled and shook her stick at him as she prodded his back and forced him to leave with a haste that rivaled his own arrival. She was not putting up with him today, and he had retrieved what he had came for and was being power-housed by a little old lady now. However he didn't entirely find the situation unlaughable as a series of rough huffs containing laughter-like sounds was heard from his snout as he made his way out of the door.

This concluded his essential errands and all that remained was pressing on to the meeting at the Infinity Bridge, which of course meant meeting inside the tower, but not at the Infinity Bridge. This is why Grendrick took his time and held his urge under control, he had seemingly pressed through his urges and was yet again back to the realization of how he would have to wait and sit idle while everyone came together and everything was permitted to continue. This is why once he found the meeting location, he took a seat atop a chaise-like chair and stretched himself out like a relaxing wolf, and awaited the slow arrival of everyone else, but for now he would wait alone.

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There was a bit of hesitation in him now. Some inkling of a worry that a fight would break out but he pushed it behind his warm greeting and determined grit. “You have my blade, Wolf-guy. You all do."

"Hey there! I'm Fariha~ I couldn't help but notice your.. friends. I've never met someone with such companions. May I know your name?" She greeted with a warm smile, extending her hand toward the young girl.

"Yes, I will admit they are quite an... unorthodox choice for companions. But alas, it was what fate has given for me as I just seem to have an uncanny connection to their kind," she continued with a wry smile.

"My name is Marianne. Marianne Silverflame. It's a pleasure to meet you, Fariha."

Gormarr heard what the werewolf said about there groups name. "To long it needs to be short and quick to say." he replied as he downing another class of the red wine.

"Perhaps we should name ourselves after getting a feel for our groups capabilities in action?" She spoke up after finally finishing the paper work, addressing her words toward the Lycan and Artemis.

"It might help, now that we aren't all so distracted, to tell each other a little about ourselves. Where we've been, what we've done or still do, and why we're here. I know it's a little invasive, but we're all going to be working together from this point on. Getting to know each other and our expectations. Since I made the suggestion, I'll go first."

"My name is Ayse Temer. I'm a member of the Church of the Endless Ones and a part of the church's Order of the Salamander. I mostly help out with the sick and the wounded that come back from the Rifts. My specialty is burning away maledictions and infirmities, though if I need to I can sear flesh just as easily as purify it. As for the why... well... I'm looking for my fiance. I hope to find him in whatever Rift he's lost himself in."

Grendrick let other's words fill the room for several moments and as they circled the table and each spoke their peace, either to him or someone else, he surveyed them all. He noted their tones, their body language, their mannerisms, their placements of body. He surveyed them for several moments each, accounting their personality and their descriptions of either oneself or their unspoken visible descriptors. He had been assessing them all long before the final notion was made by this "Ayse" female who spoke about the introductory of themselves. That was what displeased him so highly, a group of adventurers more keen on talking and sharing than making progress. Grendrick knew the importance of knowing each member's skills and talents, but history lessons and personal stories were bland and droll to him in this day. Perhaps a time long ago he might have cared, the old LeFloure would have cared, but Grendrick did no such thing and made it evident.

"Stories of our lives belong in books. You want to know my past, you save it for when business is over." He stated with a low growl and a turn of his snout to the bread. He took a smaller loaf and sheered it in half with his index claw and then took a small block of cheese and lifted them together over his mouth. He dropped the pair in and ate it only to toss a goblet of wine down his snout and then release a subtle huff of annoyance. "My talents and capabilities are all that matter at this point. We have work to do, whether you enjoy the name or not, is your business. I am Grendrick, that is all you need to know. I hunt, I kill, and I take what is mine. I will not back down from our foes, and I will not falter on our hunt. The sun and moon will rise and fall for an eternity before I give in, and even longer before I fall in battle." He spoke with a stern tone, if the people in the room thought his previous tone was displeasing, this would likely cause some internal anger among them. "I have no intentions of spilling my story to you all, their is no sense in it, history is history for a reason. Move on from it, and seek the hunt in front of you, not the one you have failed already."

He finished his words, and he was done now. He wouldn't say another word unless provoked to do so with a good reason. He would accent his silence with another goblet of wine, it had no effect on a man such as himself of his size and make, but the flavor wasn't horrible and to note would be something likely from his former life, as the old LeFloure did enjoy wine with the Wife. However it would be hard to think of such things with no indication that he was once a normal man, and that he once had a life outside of his current one. He refused to speak of it to anyone, he seemed all but lost in his less than friendly desires to become the Apex Predator, the Alpha Hunter. He had already begun this new life, for a couple years he has hunted, fought, and scrapped for his right to grow and rise, to become the Wolf among sheep of Rift Hunters, to become the Alpha among all creatures in this life. The old LeFloure just wanted to protect his lively hood, his town, his wife, he sought her, not power or the top of the food chain. Old LeFloure just wanted his happiness, and now he had all but forsaken Happiness altogether.

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A hallowed voice would speak with an unending whisper into the Lycanthrope's ear, it's eerie nature unknown to all but himself for this time. It was a memory of a Rift come to pass, something he found in one of his previous adventures on his own.

"Everlasting is the cycle, for one candle can light a room but never diminish the darkness. Their creation is connected to the rise and fall of the other. When the candle's flame grows, the darkness in the room crawls to the edges of the room. However it is not gone entirely, for it waits and aches at the flame's beings, the moment the flame flickers and dims even slightly, the darkness echoes from it's retreat and expands back towards the flame. One will never entirely over-take the other, even in the lapse of time.. when all things end.. both will still exist in their most primordial of forms. This world, all worlds, are destined to vie for one side or the other, and in many scales from large to small. It is up to you decide which fight and which war you fight for.. in the end."

These words resonated eternally in the lupine being as he slowly passed through the halls of the Guildhouse, his feet adorned with 'mandatory' and uncomfortable sandal-like padding that protected the wood flooring from his claws. He was disgruntled by these sandals, but he was forced to wear them around the meeting rooms and Guildhouse. However this didn't stop him from doing as he pleased around the grounds before the meeting had been officially called into order. He had spent some short while passing around the Guildhouse sniffing out new scents and surveying new adventurers and travelers coming and going through this place of work and opportunity. This was commonplace for Grendrick as he was fond of keeping his keen eyes open and wary of any and all noticeable adventurers. He knew of those famous and infamous alike when it came to Rift-walkers, which he came to call those who came and went through them for their various reasons, but he also knew those who were making their way up the ladder like those before them. He was among that list of climbers but he wasn't in it for climbing the ladder to the highest ranking Rift-Hunter. That was the opposite of his climb entirely. He sought to be the most powerful, the fastest, the most honed, the ultimate Hunter. He vowed to search Rift after Rift to find his prey time and time again until nothing was too strong for him to hunt. This was his goal, at least his most obvious one, while he might have had a few others hidden within his mind. They were deep, within his thoughts and within a section that most likely harbored his previous life in high regard.

It was only a matter of time before the Lupine decided to make his way to the meeting chamber: Meeting Chamber #24. This room was immaculate in it's nature and many of the service hands that came to and fro throughout the chamber looked upon Grendrick with horror and distaste as he stood among the room. He was the first to arrive of the group that had been asked within it, it was a logical action to form groups with the growing threat of the Rifts. However Grendrick wasn't particularly happy with it all, which he made clear once the meeting came underway with the rest of the arrivals and the passing out of the forms. However his words would come only after everyone read the forms and the agreements upon it.

"My previous statement and agreement with the Iron Hands ensures I cooperate under the systems. I will sign this form, and I will accept the forming of a Party. However, the bearings of such comes with it's own limitations on my end as you already know, Lady Artemis." He said with a stern glare and a primal stance that made it all too hard to accept the ideal that he was calm and peaceful within this room like a normal person. He appeared so out of place, even among the others, a monster among men, and he seemed to hint a nature of it as well with his words. He then spoke up once more. "The gathering of us here, and the collection into a Group is acceptable as I have stated, but they should know that I will not be taking orders like some mutt. If they wish to travel with me, they will learn very quickly what sort of troubles and perils they face in the rift. They had best learn to follow someone more well versed in the Rifts." He stated blatantly and bluntly amidst the room of adventurers and capable hands that were going to be forming this group with him.

He let the others take note of his words, and awaited any possible responses and statements he might have spawned from the group, while he also took part in the signing the form for their party. He also let a few hints at the gesture of a name pass though his mind. He enjoyed the ideal of giving the group a name befitting it's assembly and design. This is why he raised his head up once more spoke out. He wasn't accustom to speaking out this much in a group, but ultimately he had no choice if he intended to teach these new bloods the Rifts.

"L'Ancien Sang et le Nouveau Sang." He is deep, growling voice sounded almost unreal as it spoke such a fluent tongue with ease, but nevertheless the words still came out menacingly. "It means: The Old Blood and the New Blood, and no, it isn't because you are new to the Rifts. This was once my language and it was once what was commonplace for me. We are all in a new place, even myself, though I have more time and experience here. New Blood calls Old Wolves to the Hunt."

Dawn of a New Age - The Return of Magic

I don't control Freemark, so the decision of what happens to Freemark is Bee's decision. He isn't online right now, but I had Eric attack her, in an attempt to be both disrupt her and possibly end her life.

Dawn of a New Age - The Return of Magic

Uh...? No. She isn't confirmed Dead yet.. the only person who attacked her was Eric. Desmond didn't do anything towards Freemark.

Darkness and Dust, Revelry and Rust(Post-Apocalyptic, Dramatic, Intense, Rp.)

God, I hate to be that person, but life is making it so hard to properly GM my own RP. If you all want, you are all free to continue the Rp. However I won't be able to Gm it right now, and lead it.

If yo all don't wish to continue it, I entirely understand, I am so sorry. I truly am.

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

@Ptolemy

I would like to make some notes, if you are willing to hear them out.

1: First, I would like to speak upon the Topic of Sylvan nature. While they are Elementals, they are often more Fey-like, and referred to as Spirits and are lesser than Primordial Elementals(I.e. Monsterous looking versions, comprised of the elemental in a raw form), as it goes being Half-Sylph still has realistic limitations. While people can change, and mature, she cannot just out-right make her DNA and body over-right her humanity, so physically she would suffer some lesser Sylph power levels.

2: Secondly, the Equipment: As Wood ranking goes, it shows you are new to the Guild(or faction of choosing) and that you are fresh to the life of adventuring through the Infinity Bridge. Your number of items is a decent size for a newbie, as well as you boast an Enchanted item with an unexplained Enchantment. Perhaps lowering the number of items, and elaborating on the Enchantment, as to prevent it from being a "Be All/End All" item, would be very nice.

3: Also, I loved the Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Reference.