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$80 for building a Commander deck is not to bad. I know my own started out inexpensive but slowly grew as I added cards. Pretty sure most of them are close to or over $200.
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Suppose it's better late than never to add this.
I enjoy Starwars, Lord of the Rings, The Expanse book series, Warhammer, gaming, Game of Thrones, and D&D.
Elf, Fighter (Eldritch Knight), Level 03 HP: 31 / 31 Armor Class: 19 Conditions: N/A Location: Neil and Bob's Public House Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A
Robert looked annoyed, possibly at being pulled away from his work. Weary amusement crept over his face at the mention of Mr. Brindleton, and he sneered sarcastically, "Samuel? Never heard of her. You want to ask folks about your lost love; you go right ahead. You'd better not run off any of my customers while you do it. I'll toss you out on your ear." Robert nodded to another man at the bar, taking his order and moving to fill it. The question of the missing person was seemingly put out of mind.
Rickard rolled his eyes at the man's sarcastic response. Should have seen that one coming. You would have been better off asking him earlier in the day when it was less busy. He left the coin for the wine on the bar and moved away from the bar to avoid unnecessary crowding. Once closer to the stage he found a pair of people sitting/leaning at the base and made his way over there.
"Mind if I join you and buy you all a drink?" Ricard had put on his most disarming smile hoping that the pair did not outright spit on him. The people he approached on the stage are a husband and wife, maybe mid to late twenties. Both are Human. There is initial reluctance to Rickard joining their conversation, but the mention of buying the next round has granted him at least the next drink's worth of their time. Rickard returned to the bar briefly to get the pair their next drink. He returns moments later and sat on the edge of the stage to listen to their tale. They mention that they're from a spot called "Fairwater", west of the Township, and came down this way a couple days earlier. They introduce themselves with the surname of "Cummerbund".
Recent events have put them in a ton of business as traders and merchants attempt to get the last of their travel and shipping through before the festival, and by extension before the snows set in. Though the lady of the pair does mention quietly that some of the merchants are hesitant to pass through this area any more than they have to, as there are rumors of people vanishing into the night around the Township. They don't mention any names specifically.
"It is good to hear that business has been well for you. I've only recently arrived in town from the pine flats near Bryn. My name is Rickard Barriden." So the disappearances are possibly more than two. What is going on lhere? He took a sip of the wine savoring the flavor while pondering on the matter. "The rumored disappearances have not affected your trade have they?"
Elf, Fighter (Eldritch Knight), Level 03 HP: 31 / 31 Armor Class: 19 Conditions: N/A Location: Avonshire, Brindleton Woodworking -> Neil and Bob's Public House Action: N/A Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A
It was mid day by the time that Rickard had arrived in Avonshire. Much of the day had been spent traversing the western road with the caravan he had joined up with when leaving home. Initially he had planned to set out on his own, his children however insisted that he travel with a caravan for his safety. Their main argument against him traveling alone was that the roads had been rumored to have grown more dangerous in the last several years. So for their sake he made the arrangements and traveled with the caravan. The lack of speed in exchange for safety ment that he would be a week or so later in getting to Avonshire than he would have liked. All in all the trip to get took nearly a full three weeks. What caused the largest delay was when two of the carts had their wheels break, as well as the caravan spending a few more days than intended in one spot due to weather.
After arriving his first order of business was to go to the local inn and ensure at least one night's stay. He had secured a bed in the common room before heading there to change out of his mail and gambeson, into his woolen pants and silk tunic. Several minutes passed as he inspected the armor and clean what rust he could see off with magic. After the armor was cleaned and neatly stored with the rest of his gear, except for his shield, in a chest at the foot of the bed he had purchased. He locked the chest and the proceeded to go to Samuel's shop and start his investigation there.
Outside the shop looked like most others, aside from having what looked like a small barn attached to it. A two story building with large windows on the base level to show complete chairs, tables, benches, and even a few small toys. Inside a thin layer of dust covered the furniture and counters. Rickard slowly walked through the shop door, using a key the senior Brindleton, and began to look for what was out of place. The workshop had pieces of a bed frame were set neatly together awaiting final assembly. The head board was in the process of having a scene of a forest in the early dawn carved into it. The stacks of wood to the far left looked as though some of their ends had cracked and split during the drying process. On all of it was a thin layer of dust, same as the counters.
He walked out of the workshop, and back behind the counters. The ledger Samuel kept was not difficult to find as it was kept in a desk in a small room. Inside were lists of those who had purchased new furniture, what repairs were made, and which loggers had brought him which wood. Rickard set it back in its place and sought for any other signs of what happened to the man he was asked to find. The upstairs living area there was much the same. The dining table had a few stubby candles in small brass holders. Plates and cutlery were put away on a small cabinet. The hearth where the cook pot hung was cold and empty. An unfinished letter to Samuel's father sat on the table, with quill and ink set to the right of the letter. "Where could you have gone?" Rickard asked aloud while glancing at the letter. Making his way back down stairs and out of the shop, the elven man stopped long enough to lock the door before returning to the public house for an evening meal.
The food was modest, it appeared to be mutton stew, and the wine was not of a vintage he would have preferred. But both did serve for the evening. In the time it took to eat the meal he had formed a mental list of people to speak with, at least the neighbors might know something.
The following day Rickard had check his gear for dirt or rust. He found few spots he had missed last night on the chain mail, which he cleaned then returned it to the chest. Breakfast was as modest as the supper from last night. The fried bread was a touch greasy from the sausages, and both were slightly over cooked. The tea at least was not over steeped and bitter. After breakfast, he venturned out and visited the homes of three of Samuel's neighbors. Unfortunately only one was home at the time The man who was home mentioned that it had been at least three days since Samuel has been at the shop. He had tried to drop off a chair for repair it was locked up. He had also mentioned a rumor a dressmaker's daughter having gone missing since the start of final autumn harvest, near on two weeks ago. Brightcobble was the name of the missing halfling. The rest of the afternoon did not yield up near as much information as more people were interested in going to the festival. Or busy with setting up for the festival for that matter.
Rickard returned to the public house later in the evening than intended. The crowd outside for the festival made it a bit more difficult to get back. He just time for the rush to still be in full swing. A quick search showed few places to sit let alone enjoy a meal. He makes his way to the bar and waited for the barkeep to get to him. The slate board showed that there was some Rose River Fortified Zinnoberrot available. While more expensive than the house wine, it would be a better wine to end the night on. "A cup of the Rose River please." He counted out the coin for the wine as well as one more night's stay at the public house. Once the wine was in hand he nodded to the barkeep. "Thank you. Out of curiosity, what do you know about Samuel Brindleton?"
Appearance: Stands at 5"11 and weighs 198 lbs. Pale skinned, leaner muscle build, short kept black hair, grey eyes, and clean shaven when manageable. A few scars can be seen on his legs and arms from his childhood, all from working on the farm.
Faction: UEC
Personality: Dry humored. Can be aloof while not deployed. When deployed tends to be hyper focused on the mission. Enjoys music and tending to his small collections of plants. Sometimes his perspective seems dark or cold. Cares a lot for his family and those he deems family.
Race: Human
Combat Job/Rank: Recon/Corporal
Backstory: Ivan Sergerivich grew on the the garden world of Venus. The farm he lived on had belonged to his great-great-great-grandfather and had been part of the family since the terraformation of the planet had been done. He grew up raising livestock as well as various crops that were the food source for the planet as well as the whole UEC.
Work on the farm was never that easy, fences needed mending, animals needed fed, crops tended, and silos filled and then emptied. Any equipment that broke needed fixed as well as possible until the next shuttle arrived with new parts, or until the temporary repairs could not longer be done in some instances. With such circumstances it was not uncommon for anyone to come home with various injuries, from simple scraps to missing fingers or limbs. Ivan had his fair share of being bitten and clawed by one of the various poultry birds the family kept, most of scars from that are one his fore arms.
At the age of 12, his father started to teach him to use a firearm to hunt with as well as fend off predators and raiders. Raiders were fairly uncommon as they often went after smaller homesteads, but occasionally a small band would get it in their mind to try their luck on the Pavlov homestead. Predators and scavengers were more common and often could be more troubling depending on the seasons.
Shortly after Ivan's sixteenth birthday a pack of wolves had gotten into the cattle pens and slew several of the best dairy cows. Ivan, his older brother Nicoli, and their younger sister Anya had to grab what firearms they could to try fend off the beasts. By the time the trio had gotten to the barns, the livestock were panicked by the smells of the predators as well as the smell of blood and death. Several had forced their way out into the yard as Anya had opened the door. Nicoli had taken a position opposite of Anya, while Ivan had taken a spot on top of several hay bales. As the herd animals charged out of the barn all three readied themselves to face the wild canines that had invaded their home. Nicoli had the first kill as a wolf darted out just behind one of the older cows. Ivan had the second, taking a shot at one of the larger ones that was still inside feeding on a dieing sow. Anya shot two more that were pursuing another herd animal out of the barn.
Before the two by the barn could move in, four of the remaining beasts darted out of the barn, knocking Anya over and forcing Nicoli to take several steps back. Ivan barely managed to get his third shot off before one was bounding towards him. The shot only grazed the wolf and caused it to turn around and charge at his siblings.
One had Anya pinned and was thrashing about in an attempt to pull her arm off. All this while she was flailing with her other arm trying to beat it's head in with a rock. Two more had cornered Nicoli but he shot one as it lunged towards him. When the other tried to do the same, Nicoli turned and hit it as best he could with the butt of his shotgun. As calmly as he could, Ivan lined up his sights to try and shoot the wolf that had his sister. With a slight squeeze the round left the rifle, striking the beast in the lower spine forcing it to release Anya from the sudden pain. Anya took the reprieve as a moment to crawl away from the conflict.
After crippling the canine that had mauled his sister, Ivan quickly chambered another round and put the animal out of it's misery. Nicoli had finished off the other wolf that had cornered him and ran to help Anya. With half of their pack slain, the remaining beats fled with what small prizes they could.
Nicoli had been bitten in the calf during the encounter, and Anya lost partial use of her left arm. Both recovered, though Nicoli had a slight limp from then on and Anya never fully regained use of her arm.
Ivan often blamed himself for having only grazed the wolf that had charged him and injured his sister. Anya often had to remind him that there wasn’t much he could have done then, and dwelling on it did little good either. She also told him several times that she didn't blame him. That if she hadn't been knocked down she probably would have been better off and probably wouldn't have gotten injured. After several months of talking about it, Ivan eventually accepted it and for the most part let it go.
Three years after that event he left home and signed up for the UEC military. His marksmanship, and keen eyesight, scores earned him a spot in the reconnaissance squad for Charlie company. He has spent last six years in the corp training and waiting with his fellow soldiers for whatever mission they are assigned to.
Notes: Equipped with the standard MK. IX scout armor, semi-auto rail pistol, and the SSR-394 Magnetic Rifle
Rickard stands at 6'3" and walks with an aire of self importance. While his armor is fairly plain, his cloths are anything but. His pants are thick wool dyed a light brown, his shirt made of good silk dyed a forest green. Silver thread embroidery makes the sigil of his family on his left breast, a large maple tree it's branches stretched high and wide full of leaves. On his left hand ring finger he wears a simple silver ring with a small blue-green tourmaline.
He keeps both armor and clothing in as pristine condition as he can using simple magic.
While he is young for a high elf, 102, to most he appears to be close the human age of 20.
Rickard is a fairly outgoing individual and tends to always carry himself with confidence and an aire of self importance. Rarely found without having prepared himself, his outward appearance is purposely displaying what he thinks of himself.
Often he will go out of his way to try to impress people and present the image of a hero. By doing this he ends up helping people, or finding someone to help them.
During most of his youth, he was fascinated with the tales of heros from long ago, and often how people looked up to them. He often emulated elven heros wielding magical weapons, fighting vicious monsters to save the villagers from peril. Other times would imagine that he was pursuing a terrible band of bandits who were raiding the locals of good and anything of value. Regardless he was always a hero dressed in fine armor or clothing. As he grew, the dreams of being seen as a hero grew with him.
At the age of sixteen, he began to squire for Ser Lynda Cauldburry, the daughter of the lord that his family owned homage to. While serving as her squire, she taught him what she could of how to utilize some magic while still primarily wearing armor and fighting with swords, mace, lance, and axe. During this time Rickard traveled often with Ser Lynda to various tourneys, hunting trips, diplomatic errands, and pursuits of potential outlaws. He'd learned how to make camp, how to hunt for and prepare food, as well as proper grooming for horses.
After Rickard was knighted he still traveled with Lynda. The two grew closer during this time as well, him following her where ever she went. Eventually he was summon to Lord Cauldburry's hall for a private audience. It was then that the lord had asked about Rickard and Lynda's relationship. Cauldburry had started to hear rumors about the two and wanted to know for himself the truth of the matter. Rickard denied the rumor. Lord Cauldburry stated that Rickard should gather his things and return to the Barriden holdings, as his services were no longer needed.
Not wanting to create any more problems, Rickard returned home. From there he continued to go out and see what he could do to help the common folk his family looked after. A month later word reached the Barridens that Lynda and her father had an argument about Rickard's dismissal and she had left in a fury. Her father had not heard from her in weeks and was growing more concerned with each passing day.
With this news Rickard also started to worry that she had gotten into some trouble. He gathered three others to set out looking for Lynda. He spent weeks searching through areas he knew that she like to go to, the river town where ale from dwarven settlements came in regularly. A large open plain that one could ride for hours and see only a few homesteads and farmers tending fields. Lastly he went to the large woods that sat on the very edge of his own family's lands. There was a large clearing that stood on the border, a small stream marking the divide in the property. He found her there, camped raised near the stream with a duck cooking over a fire.
After telling his companions to stay put, he called out to Lynda and slowly walked out. She had quickly jumped up with bow in hand and arrow knocked as she turned to face him. Rickard stopped his approach waiting for Lynda to lower the bow. Calmly she asked him why he left, why he didn't insist that he should remain by her side.
In this moment he admitted that he had wanted to stay and be with her. It had been in order to stay the rumors and to please her father that he left. He told her that he had been planning on proposing to her and wanted her fathers blessing on the matter.
She lowered her bow and beckoned him over to the camp and to sit and eat. The two discussed the matter more through the next three days. On the fourth day they broke down the camp and started back to Cauldburry's keep.
After escorting her home, Rickard had stayed in a local inn for a few days to rest and prepare for the trip home. The day before he intended to debate he was summoned to Lord Cauldburry's hall. Rickard was asked about what he had talked to Lynda about. He admitted that to what he had told her and that he was sincere about it.
Expecting to be thrown out of the hall and shamed for being so bold, he was surprised when Lord Cauldburry simply sighed. Cauldburry asked if Rickard was certain in this, if he was certain that he was able to watch her grow old long before he will. Rickard repeated that he was certain and understood that he would long out live her, and probably any children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, they had. With his confirmation Cauldburry said he would consider the matter and dismissed Rickard.
Having lingered two days past his intended day of departure, Rickard set out with his three companions making their way home at a fairly slow pace. When his traveling party was a day out from his home five riders came up from behind them at a hard gallop. As the riders got closer he saw Lynda at the head with four of her families servents.
Once she had caught up to him she slowed her horse and proceeded to inform him her father had agreed to the proposal. The two were married shortly after and lived on the Barriden lands in a home near the woods the two enjoyed so much. There they raised two sons and three daughters. Their children each went on and had their own children and much was at peace.
Near Rickard eighty-first birthday Lynda passed away. He left the estate he had built for Lynda and him and moved back to his families main estate. After his grieving, he grew restless again and started to travel more and participate in tournaments more frequently. Word of bandits and highway men lead him to gather a few soldiers and run them off, giving back to the common folk that had been robbed what he could. What he could not he used what funds he had access to through his family to help them rebuild. He strives more now than before to be a true hero to the common folk.
Owns two hunting hounds, both mastiffs, that he raised from pups. He left them at his family estate after receiving a letter for help.
Likes: Being showered in gratitude Good wine Telling stories about himself, true or not Seeing his children and grandchildren
Dislikes: Rude individuals Having his family insulted Not being able to present himself at his best Bandits
Hobbies: Hunting Participating in tournaments Being a hero
11/6/2021 *Fixed color error for Charisma. 11/7/2021 *Fixed ability scores by adding two points to dexterity, done to both this CS and the D&D beyond sheet. 3/31/2022 *Changed text color to help avoid potential confusion.
Front line damage dealer, potential damage sponge, and attention grabber. Offers some support in spells to help the party.
Rickard stands at 6'3" and walks with an aire of self importance. While his armor is fairly plain, his cloths are anything but. His pants are thick wool dyed a light brown, his shirt made of good silk dyed a forest green. Silver thread embroidery makes the sigil of his family on his left breast, a large maple tree it's branches stretched high and wide full of leaves. On his left hand ring finger he wears a simple silver ring with a small blue-green tourmaline.
He keeps both armor and clothing in as pristine condition as he can using simple magic.
While he is young for a high elf, 102, to most he appears to be close the human age of 20.
Rickard is a fairly outgoing individual and tends to always carry himself with confidence and an aire of self importance. Rarely found without having prepared himself, his outward appearance is purposely displaying what he thinks of himself.
Often he will go out of his way to try to impress people and present the image of a hero. By doing this he ends up helping people, or finding someone to help them.
During most of his youth, he was fascinated with the tales of heros from long ago, and often how people looked up to them. He often emulated elven heros wielding magical weapons, fighting vicious monsters to save the villagers from peril. Other times would imagine that he was pursuing a terrible band of bandits who were raiding the locals of good and anything of value. Regardless he was always a hero dressed in fine armor or clothing. As he grew, the dreams of being seen as a hero grew with him.
At the age of sixteen, he began to squire for Ser Lynda Cauldburry, the daughter of the lord that his family owned homage to. While serving as her squire, she taught him what she could of how to utilize some magic while still primarily wearing armor and fighting with swords, mace, lance, and axe. During this time Rickard traveled often with Ser Lynda to various tourneys, hunting trips, diplomatic errands, and pursuits of potential outlaws. He'd learned how to make camp, how to hunt for and prepare food, as well as proper grooming for horses.
After Rickard was knighted he still traveled with Lynda. The two grew closer during this time as well, him following her where ever she went. Eventually he was summon to Lord Cauldburry's hall for a private audience. It was then that the lord had asked about Rickard and Lynda's relationship. Cauldburry had started to hear rumors about the two and wanted to know for himself the truth of the matter. Rickard denied the rumor. Lord Cauldburry stated that Rickard should gather his things and return to the Barriden holdings, as his services were no longer needed.
Not wanting to create any more problems, Rickard returned home. From there he continued to go out and see what he could do to help the common folk his family looked after. A month later word reached the Barridens that Lynda and her father had an argument about Rickard's dismissal and she had left in a fury. Her father had not heard from her in weeks and was growing more concerned with each passing day.
With this news Rickard also started to worry that she had gotten into some trouble. He gathered three others to set out looking for Lynda. He spent weeks searching through areas he knew that she like to go to, the river town where ale from dwarven settlements came in regularly. A large open plain that one could ride for hours and see only a few homesteads and farmers tending fields. Lastly he went to the large woods that sat on the very edge of his own family's lands. There was a large clearing that stood on the border, a small stream marking the divide in the property. He found her there, camped raised near the stream with a duck cooking over a fire.
After telling his companions to stay put, he called out to Lynda and slowly walked out. She had quickly jumped up with bow in hand and arrow knocked as she turned to face him. Rickard stopped his approach waiting for Lynda to lower the bow. Calmly she asked him why he left, why he didn't insist that he should remain by her side.
In this moment he admitted that he had wanted to stay and be with her. It had been in order to stay the rumors and to please her father that he left. He told her that he had been planning on proposing to her and wanted her fathers blessing on the matter.
She lowered her bow and beckoned him over to the camp and to sit and eat. The two discussed the matter more through the next three days. On the fourth day they broke down the camp and started back to Cauldburry's keep.
After escorting her home, Rickard had stayed in a local inn for a few days to rest and prepare for the trip home. The day before he intended to debate he was summoned to Lord Cauldburry's hall. Rickard was asked about what he had talked to Lynda about. He admitted that to what he had told her and that he was sincere about it.
Expecting to be thrown out of the hall and shamed for being so bold, he was surprised when Lord Cauldburry simply sighed. Cauldburry asked if Rickard was certain in this, if he was certain that he was able to watch her grow old long before he will. Rickard repeated that he was certain and understood that he would long out live her, and probably any children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, they had. With his confirmation Cauldburry said he would consider the matter and dismissed Rickard.
Having lingered two days past his intended day of departure, Rickard set out with his three companions making their way home at a fairly slow pace. When his traveling party was a day out from his home five riders came up from behind them at a hard gallop. As the riders got closer he saw Lynda at the head with four of her families servents.
Once she had caught up to him she slowed her horse and proceeded to inform him her father had agreed to the proposal. The two were married shortly after and lived on the Barriden lands in a home near the woods the two enjoyed so much. There they raised two sons and three daughters. Their children each went on and had their own children and much was at peace.
Near Rickard eighty-first birthday Lynda passed away. He left the estate he had built for Lynda and him and moved back to his families main estate. After his grieving, he grew restless again and started to travel more and participate in tournaments more frequently. Word of bandits and highway men lead him to gather a few soldiers and run them off, giving back to the common folk that had been robbed what he could. What he could not he used what funds he had access to through his family to help them rebuild. He strives more now than before to be a true hero to the common folk.
Owns two hunting hounds, both mastiffs, that he raised from pups. He left them at his family estate after receiving a letter for help.
Likes: Being showered in gratitude Good wine Telling stories about himself, true or not Seeing his children and grandchildren
Dislikes: Rude individuals Having his family insulted Not being able to present himself at his best Bandits
Hobbies: Hunting Participating in tournaments Being a hero
11/6/2021 *Fixed color error for Charisma. 11/7/2021 *Fixed ability scores by adding two points to dexterity, done to both this CS and the D&D beyond sheet. 3/31/2022 *Changed text color to help avoid potential confusion.
Front line damage dealer, potential damage sponge, and attention grabber. Offers some support in spells to help the party.
Appearance: Stands at 5"11 and weighs 198 lbs. Pale skinned, leaner muscle build, short kept black hair, grey eyes, and clean shaven when manageable. A few scars can be seen on his legs and arms from his childhood, all from working on the farm.
Faction: UEC
Personality: Dry humored. Can be aloof while not deployed. When deployed tends to be hyper focused on the mission. Enjoys music and tending to his small collections of plants. Sometimes his perspective seems dark or cold. Cares a lot for his family and those he deems family.
Race: Human
Combat Job/Rank: Recon/Corporal
Backstory: Ivan Sergerivich grew on the the garden world of Venus. The farm he lived on had belonged to his great-great-great-grandfather and had been part of the family since the terraformation of the planet had been done. He grew up raising livestock as well as various crops that were the food source for the planet as well as the whole UEC.
Work on the farm was never that easy, fences needed mending, animals needed fed, crops tended, and silos filled and then emptied. Any equipment that broke needed fixed as well as possible until the next shuttle arrived with new parts, or until the temporary repairs could not longer be done in some instances. With such circumstances it was not uncommon for anyone to come home with various injuries, from simple scraps to missing fingers or limbs. Ivan had his fair share of being bitten and clawed by one of the various poultry birds the family kept, most of scars from that are one his fore arms.
At the age of 12, his father started to teach him to use a firearm to hunt with as well as fend off predators and raiders. Raiders were fairly uncommon as they often went after smaller homesteads, but occasionally a small band would get it in their mind to try their luck on the Pavlov homestead. Predators and scavengers were more common and often could be more troubling depending on the seasons.
Shortly after Ivan's sixteenth birthday a pack of wolves had gotten into the cattle pens and slew several of the best dairy cows. Ivan, his older brother Nicoli, and their younger sister Anya had to grab what firearms they could to try fend off the beasts. By the time the trio had gotten to the barns, the livestock were panicked by the smells of the predators as well as the smell of blood and death. Several had forced their way out into the yard as Anya had opened the door. Nicoli had taken a position opposite of Anya, while Ivan had taken a spot on top of several hay bales. As the herd animals charged out of the barn all three readied themselves to face the wild canines that had invaded their home. Nicoli had the first kill as a wolf darted out just behind one of the older cows. Ivan had the second, taking a shot at one of the larger ones that was still inside feeding on a dieing sow. Anya shot two more that were pursuing another herd animal out of the barn.
Before the two by the barn could move in, four of the remaining beasts darted out of the barn, knocking Anya over and forcing Nicoli to take several steps back. Ivan barely managed to get his third shot off before one was bounding towards him. The shot only grazed the wolf and caused it to turn around and charge at his siblings.
One had Anya pinned and was thrashing about in an attempt to pull her arm off. All this while she was flailing with her other arm trying to beat it's head in with a rock. Two more had cornered Nicoli but he shot one as it lunged towards him. When the other tried to do the same, Nicoli turned and hit it as best he could with the butt of his shotgun. As calmly as he could, Ivan lined up his sights to try and shoot the wolf that had his sister. With a slight squeeze the round left the rifle, striking the beast in the lower spine forcing it to release Anya from the sudden pain. Anya took the reprieve as a moment to crawl away from the conflict.
After crippling the canine that had mauled his sister, Ivan quickly chambered another round and put the animal out of it's misery. Nicoli had finished off the other wolf that had cornered him and ran to help Anya. With half of their pack slain, the remaining beats fled with what small prizes they could.
Nicoli had been bitten in the calf during the encounter, and Anya lost partial use of her left arm. Both recovered, though Nicoli had a slight limp from then on and Anya never fully regained use of her arm.
Ivan often blamed himself for having only grazed the wolf that had charged him and injured his sister. Anya often had to remind him that there wasn’t much he could have done then, and dwelling on it did little good either. She also told him several times that she didn't blame him. That if she hadn't been knocked down she probably would have been better off and probably wouldn't have gotten injured. After several months of talking about it, Ivan eventually accepted it and for the most part let it go.
Three years after that event he left home and signed up for the UEC military. His marksmanship, and keen eyesight, scores earned him a spot in the reconnaissance squad for Charlie company. He has spent last six years in the corp training and waiting with his fellow soldiers for whatever mission they are assigned to.
Notes: Equipped with the standard MK. IX scout armor, semi-auto rail pistol, and the SSR-394 Magnetic Rifle
Suppose it's better late than never to add this.
I enjoy Starwars, Lord of the Rings, The Expanse book series, Warhammer, gaming, Game of Thrones, and D&D.
Might add more later, might not.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Suppose it's better late than never to add this.<br><br>I enjoy Starwars, Lord of the Rings, The Expanse book series, Warhammer, gaming, Game of Thrones, and D&D.<br><br>Might add more later, might not.</div>
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