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Týfurkh

Týfurkh looked down at what Millie was presenting in her hands. A stone ? He didn't want to ask it openly, but his facial expression slipped enough to tell it anyway: Seriously ?. How in any god's name would a stone do good at this point ? He reached for it and pulled it out of her grasp. "Beautiful piece of aggregated minerals, but I don't think that anyone will respond in an exactly benevolent manner if its trajectory even just allows for the suspicion of it having been thrown close to one's head intentionally."

Týfurkh dropped the item, obviously thinking about alternatives. "I have already tried some of my magic, but with them out of direct sight by now it won't trigger the desired reaction." He started scratching along his almost unbearded chin. It was a usual bit of body language whenever he was busy thinking about a complicated problem. "However... we could deliver something else up there. Something much more intelligent, agile and capable of autonomous behavior!"

Having said this, Týfurkh barely left Millie an opportunity to evade his subsequent move. His hands were beyond huge. His fingers were so long and his palms so wide that he found it extremely easy to get a firm grasp about the woman's hips. "Unfortunately not exactly lighter. You really could lose a few!" Týfurkh added, grunting a little as he lifted Millie off the ground and as far into the air as his long arms could. "Can you reach the roof ? Get up there and run after them! I'll try to follow you down here as much as I can!"

He tried to relocate one hand first, then the other one further down towards her legs in order to boost her further up. Hopefully Millie had some muscle in her arms and would make it! "Also I'd appreciate it if you'd tell them about that as well. I would really like to get up there in one piece and not reach the sky as a wisp of smoke, so even a hint to the next ladder would be a real deal of help!" Aside from this a gut feeling told him that there could very well be individuals on the move in this city who were on the responsible side of things and not victims.

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Still here as well.

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Vathalyk

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Appearance:

Vathalyk's skin is of a grey-ish complexion very much unlike that of human's. It's safe to say that his body is painted almost all over the place. It's not for war, but merely an abstract decoration in red and black hues. His ears are pointy and thus resembling those of your average elf, but shorter. His hair is long and split up into several massive strands running down almost to his hips. Vathalyk's most notable feature are his massive, spiraling horns and his ever-glowing, almondy eyes.

Vathalyk's a very massive being, standing over seven feet tall with shoulders broad enough to fill out the usual doorframe from left to right with ease. He's a hungry colossus of thick bone and muscle.

Race: Fyr

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Equipment:

• Somewhat worn-out piece of ringmail
• Large morning star
• Thick woolen coat and trousers.
• Food and water for several days.
• Two mechanical traps. Not like bear traps, but still they can deal excruciating pain and injury.

Personality:

It's comparatively easy to set off Vathalyk's rage. A simple insult, a word too ambiguous in an already heated up situation or an unintentional injury are enough to make him give you a rant at least. As long as you don't lose yourself in one of those sandtraps however and think before you speak it is quite possible though to get along with him rather nicely. Become true friends though is a major achievement for his species is essentially one of loners. He has a firm understanding of the concept of 'priorities': As long as he sees benefit for himself he is willing to help and bring sacrifices. What appears to be an extremely selfish attitude is attenuated by the fact that Fyr, due to their very nature-driven lifestyle, are less suspectible to greed, one of those things that usually impair one's providence the most. Vathalyk is somewhat cunning, but also capable of extreme acts of violence. There are times when he essentially goes feral.

Biography:

Fyr do not live in towns or villages, but dwell in the wilderness. Their population is very scarce, so neither is it very likely for anyone to encounter more than one at a time, nor is his kind interested in anything like 'family'. Parents stay together barely long enough to teach their child how to live on its own, then depart and continue living their lonely lives until, some years later, it is time to mate again. So due to natural causes, Vathalyk's childhood can be considered quite boring at least from more human standards: Hunting, eating, sleeping and roaming around for the sake of one's own curiosity.

His species is far from dumb and being purely animalistic, but still he has all reason to regret the day he dared to stroll though a village in the middle of the night: Isn't it that demons often have glowing eyes and massive horns ? Those simple people had never seen his kind before and confused him for one of them. With stakes and pitchforks at the ready they forced him to succumb and locked him away in a damp cellar. It took the damn priest months to come and once he told the confused villagers that there's nothing here requiring any kind of exorcism or divine assistance, Vathalyk had already acquired a grasp of the human language.

There was no compensation from the villagers whatsoever, but at least he had found sort of a friend with the priest. He was 19 and now they both had to be more careful than before -- neither could it be ruled out that Vathalyk would be captured anywhere else again, nor was a priest essentially telling an entire village that it was flat-out wrong prone to be very liked in a region where a word could spread fast. He felt obliged to be grateful and the priest felt there was someone in need of help -- or maybe the man just wanted to try something in his old days. Anyway, they continued to meet on a regular basis where no prying eyes were around. Vathalyk had the opportunity to learn more about human life and culture, improve his language skills and even pick up a minor proficiency in armed fighting.

It could have continued so well, but even his only real human friend probably couldn't stand the sudden fact that the gods... vanished. At least Vathalyk has not heard a word off him since the event and has solid reason to speculate that the old man has fallen. He just doesn't know if due to the onset of madness like many others or because of the shock itself.

Attributes:

• Strength: 10
• Perception: 5
• Endurance: 9
• Charisma: 2
• Intelligence: 5
• Agility: 4
• Luck: 5

Magic:

It's not a magical thing per se, but a Fyr's blood is known to be toxic. It is an aggressive agent towards a broad variety of body tissues, including those of humanoids and bacteria. Clearly the latter property is responsible for Vathalyk's resistance to many common diseases (though it does not protect against those of magic nature, of course), but self-injury in order to gain access to the large amount of venom carried around by every Fyr is a battle tactic not unheard of. Skin is quite resistive and will only show itching as the primary symptom, but exposing a body's interior to his blood is bound to cause massive trouble.

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Yes, I had an idea and I apologize for not having carried it out as of now. My week's been extremely busy so far but I have a free spot tomorrow. As far as I'm concerned a bit of trouble tossed into our way could be very fun, but I'd suggest waiting until after my next post if that's ok for you ? @eclecticwitch@Pezz570

Newbie!

Sent you a PM.

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Alright well do you all want me to start a OOC?

@vancexentan

At least for my part I can say: Yes :)

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@vancexentan I'm very intrigued by this RP, please consider me interested. I do not yet have any clear idea about what kind of character I'd be making though.

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@eclecticwitch Forgot to mention you in the IC post so I'm doing it here. I hope my reply's okay ?

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Týfurkh just stood there, so anxious about missing any reaction of whom he had addressed that he wasn't paying attention to what was happening around him. It was a dangerous position he had moved himself into and his concentration on that one thing only boosted the chances of the carnage reaching his very self. Nothing happened though... not to himself, but especially not with regard to Chres. It seemed as if the man whose name was unknown to Týfurkh had noticed something, but discarded the sensation immediately afterwards. He just continued with what he had been doing just before and Týfurkh saw his chances vanishing into thin air.

Maybe, against all the odds and all plausibility, these weren't the people Bob had referred to after all ? Hard to imagine, but still well within the bounds of the possible at least theoretically. Týfurkh's mind started to think with haste about how to improve his approach. He couldn't except the window of opportunity to remain open for long. Then however there was a disturbance -- one than made him twist around on his heel while his heartbeat punched upwards.

There was... nothing. He looked down, further down, even more so... There was something. A female individual of almost regrettable height that was doomed to induce neck pain while talking to each other. Týfurkh blinked in confusion as his mind connected the dots and remembered the words she had apparently spoken. "Turkey ?" he almost stuttered while trying to figure out if she was affected by the madness or not. The word just made absolutely no sense. However there were no signs of aggression. At least one good thing to know! Slowly his hands moved away from his enormous crossbow and his stance relaxed slightly.

"What gave you that idea about turkeys ? My name is Tý..." It dawned upon him. "Oh!" A decent bit of annoyance blasted right through his control of his facial expression, resulting in a brief, but noticeable glitch. "The others ? What others ?" Týfurkh was too confused to think about Bob having contacted other people with the same story as well. To his excuse one could say however that he had not met Bob any time earlier in his life though in the first place. How could he know that anonymous man's attitude and habits ? It did not slip past his attention though that her request was very specific, thus clearly indicative of her posessing clear knowledge that had to originate from somewhere.

"If you're referring to those people than I guess you can see that for yourself!" He pointed towards the group of other individuals rescuing themselves and others from the tavern via an elaborate magical construct. As they were busy talking though the latter thing started to desintegrate slowly but steadily. An opportunity truly gone -- they'd have to find another way to follow the others now.

Then it burst out of Týfurkh straightforwardly: "Did someone called Bob message you ? Or no..." He sighed. "Did you receive a strange message telling you something about some people you'd have to find here and team up with ? People that might not be aware of your presence and intentions however ?" Inside him, Týfurkh prayed for a short and direct answer. A simple 'yes' would perfectly suffice for him at this point. This wasn't the right place to perform any in-depth analysis and consideration about who might be telling the truth or lies about what. They had to get out of here or a wall of flames wouldn't leave as much as that puddle of blood behind after having consumed them. And if what he was thinking was true than they had yet another reason to hurry up.

The question was... how. He couldn't cast magic steps and ladders, so unless she could do something about that or had other means of fast transport they had to try and get through those buildings still standing somehow.

"I'm Týfurkh. What's your name ?"

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@eclecticwitch I really like your post and will try to get something up within the next two days if my work allows so :)