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[center][h3][color=ff8d02][b]Edge of Camp with Numas, Feir and Relmir[/b] [/color][color=D17B0F]||[/color][color=ff8d02] [b]Goddamn RNG Shennigans, that's what[/b] [/color][color=D17B0F]||[/color][color=ff8d02]  [b]Unconscious also wounded badly[/b][/color][/h3]
[i]Mentions: Relmir, Numas[/i]
[@RedXCross][@Sarcelle Renard][/center]

Rimguage stood a little taller as the beast tore into him, reminding himself - as beads of sweat trickled down his face at the violent thrashing - of the times he deliberately thrown himself into danger to protect someone else, and how much of a beating he [i]could[/i] take. 

Sure, this ferocious bastard had chosen him, and it had taken him by surprise, and his leg was very quickly being ripped to shreds and he could very well lose it, and it wasn't by any stretch of the imagination his choice, but at least he could [i]pretend[/i] he'd valiently dived in front of his strange new aquiantance to take the hit.

Which wasn't true at all, but at least it made him feel better. He raised his staff once more, wincing and grabbing his right arm with his left hand as he did so, to attempt to strike the beast once more. But blood oozed from his recent wound and his hit swept through the air above the creature's head with a woosh. 

The Wolf had an excellent grip and the pressure of it's jaws increased, but Rimguage was still standing - somehow - as it attempted to drag him to the ground in an effort to jump at his throat. As it was he kept his balance, for now.

Relmir muttered a curse under his breath as the hefty old man crested the ridge behind Feir and overtook him. There was only so much a man could take of watching his only child get slowly devoured by a wolf - a wolf, no less, but by all accounts it was deeply shameful for a [i]Wolfrahg heir to get killed by a wolf.[/i] This was no doubt an ill omen for his clan - a punishment? divine intervention? He couldn't help but thinking that deal he dealt with the shamans all those years ago to have his only son was being frowned upon by those above, and this was the sentance they were dealing. But he could not, would not, allow this retched creature to take his child and clan's future. Not while he could [i]do[/i] something about it.

Still, as he thundered over to the scene, kneeled and grabbed the wolf by the skull and scuff as it frantically shook Rimguage's leg - Rimguage crying out, was he trying to get his leg ripped off?! - the beast suddenly let go, just like that. Rimguage teetered but did not fall, though he looked dazed as he watched the beast and man rolling across the ridge. 

It spun it's head and writhed out of Relmir's grip, snapping at his father as he fell back to the floor with the beast on his chest, clawing and biting the air as Relmir ducked his head back in an attempt to keep his head on his neck. It ripped at his tunic and tore at his furs in an attempt of finding the sweet flesh beneath, the blood of both son and father dripping from it's jaws and splattering across the face of his prey.

[color=ff8d02]"Father!"[/color] bellowed Rimguage as he raised his stave once more, but he was feeling dizzy and his stave shot round him in an arc, pulling him with it, until he too was on the floor, his back to the fight. His eyes rolled upwards as his vision blurred, and he stared up into the beautiful night sky, the sounds of his father's shouts mixing with the scattering of claws and snapping of jaws. His tattered wound oozed blood, tendon and bone clearly on display for the world and all it's troubles to see. 

Before his vision faded to black, he couldn't help thinking how beautiful the stars were tonight.

[center][b]Rimguage is now unconscious.[/b][/center]


[center][hider=Skills][list][*][b][color=F2A541]Occult:[/color][/b][color=cccccc] Rimgauge was gifted and received tutelege from the Shamans of his clan. He is good at interpretting occult or magickal energies, and can act on them as needbe. [/color][*][b][color=D17B0F]Presense:[/color][/b][color=cccccc] As future Chieftan, and as a pretty imposing man anyway, Rimguage has an undeniable presence to him. He is intimidating to look at, and people are more likely to listen to him and give his words weight. [/color][*][b][color=F2A541]Blessed by Good Fortune:[/color][/b][color=cccccc] Until the time of his untimely death, Rimguage's live is blessed by good luck, because of the shaman who brought him into this world.[/color][*][b][color=D17B0F]Tracking:[/color][/b][color=cccccc] Rimguage is good at tracking creatures and humanoids, particularly in forests or areas of difficult terrain.[/color][*][b][color=F2A541]Staves[/color][/b] - [color=cccccc]Rimguage is exceptionally good at fighting with staves, staffs or sticks, particularly two handed.[/color][*][color=D17B0F][b]Built like an Ox[/b][/color][color=cccccc] - Rimguage is powerful and can take quite the beating. Often he will try to protect others by throwing himself into the heart of combat.[/color][/list][/hider][/center]