Pripovednik

Failed State

Is this over?...

Zephyr & Hawk

@Tsalyken Thats sweet :D

Zephyr & Hawk

Hawk knew of Zephyr's thirst for blood, he himself had such urges when it came to hunting. The sweet iron smell of crimson boar blood as it spilled over his arrow head never failed to make him grin, but the contract was for the Orc leader alive if they want anymore than a 1/4 of what was promised - so such instinctual feelings may not serve them well at such times.

"Remember the two corrupt dwarf guards last Barkspring? Lets tackle this as we did then shall we." Taking himself up out of his seat, Hawks smile beamed as he moved the chair back under the table and walked slowly past Zephyr, laying his hand on his neat shoulder Hawk looked at his friend and took immense pleasure as he saw a small tinge of realization wash over his face. One brief surge from Hawks arm later - he pushed Zephyr from his chair as he walked toward the bar.

Spinning dramatically with his arms out stretched Hawk exclaimed at this strangers unfortunate accident "Oh my Sir, I am sorry, here lemme 'elp you up shall I" Hawks words were slurred and fell from his mouth as a drunkards do. Reaching down he gripped Zephyrs collar and elbow in either arm and pulled him to his steady feet.

"I will get you drunk - Drink! From this here good Barmen...person" Hawk proceeded to hiccup and stumbled the full 2 yards up to the bar for what seemed like a few minutes. Throwing himself onto a stool, he whistled half halfheartedly for the Barmens attention. All the while his knife had cut the sack from the Orcs waist, leaving it nicely snug beneath him on the stool upon which he sat.

"Oh and erm, w-where is my foood? I am porsitve I ordered some fod" Hawk gave the Orcs a nod, and let his friend do the rest.

ello, ello

@xenia Now that we know each other a bit better (A crude and lazy attempt at a joke) I'd like to say your introduction was by far not the worst I have ever read/seen.

I person just posted a picture of a kitchen unit.

Zephyr & Hawk

The glasses on the table stumbled and shook as Zephyrs fists came down mercilessly on the poor old table, Hawk opened both his blue eyes fully for the first time since he had sat down not half an hour ago. "Perhaps a sliver of tongue too? Don't forget pasted liver, always good for your nerve." His smirk remained as he spoke, his right eyebrow raised slightly and quizzically. Quickly moving his hand to the edge of the table, he opened it wide enough, and just in time, to catch the salt bowl along with its contents, which had been slowly tumbling toward the sheer drop toward the cold stone floor, no thanks to Zephyrs little outburst.

"You know we can't make a move until they have swapped goods? Keep your calm, order a drink." He said this very discreetly as he leaned in over the table to replace the salt bowl in its place, all the while still smirking at his friend. Suddenly his face became straightened and serious however, as he noticed with his keen eye, a small but none the less full sack that hung upon one of the Orc's belts. With the same booted foot as before he nudged Zephyr before relaxing back into his chair, and laying a hand over the hilt of his dagger.

Zephyr & Hawk

@Tsalyken Posted pal :)

Zephyr & Hawk

Hawk sat comfortably with his legs outstretched beneath an old and chipped table in the corner of the room, across from him, behind a few glazed empty pint glasses reflecting the hearth light - sat Zephyr. As stubborn and defined as his cheekbones were, Zephyr's mannerisms at the table were infinitely more obvious and awkward at a table, he sat straight and sipped at his drink carefully.

Unlike his friend and co-worker, Hawk appreciated a chair, a drink and warm fire more than most men - mainly because he had lived with the cold, the dry and the dirt for all of his life. However he was no alcoholic, and he would be fine with the one pint for tonight, food is what he craved at this late hour.

Raising a hand lightly up into the air Hawk rapped upon the wooden top above the fire and called out to the barmen "A plate of food Barmen, heaped not piled, tasty and filling!" with his gruff but calming tone. He then rested back into his chair once more, pulling his hood up slightly he peeked an eye at the door as a gust of wind sneaked in with a small group of orcs, eyeing them over quickly, Hawk spoke once more.

"Anything for you Zephyr?" He asked quietly, not opening his eyes but pushing out his left booted foot to nudge his companion into an answer.

Zephyr & Hawk

@Tsalyken Minimum post length dude?

Zephyr & Hawk

Name:
Lurvus Talon
'Hawk'

Gender:
Male

Age:
32

Race:
Human

General Class/occupation:
Archer and ex-ranger guide

Appearance:

Hawk

Armed with a short sword, knife and bow with 12 arrows - hawk is has your average warrior physique and skills.

Background:
Lurvus grew up in the forests of Vibelion with his father after his mother passed away, among the ranger men of The Bark. Learning their ways he grew into a strong young man, soon he found the warm foliage and welcoming greens too comfortable and migrated to Hurdod for its silent pine woods and harsh cold winters. During his time there he and those he would work with moving goods along the Steel peaks would pass along many mountains, during this time he would be frequented by numerous hawks as he ate around the fire, this strange trait has lead to his nickname.

Personality and important info:
Hawk keeps himself to himself usually, but considers himself to be a kind soul, unless angered of course. He confronts most problems with a brief plan and a strong minded defiance of bad luck.
Hawk has a loyal alpha wolf companion named Grull.

Grull

Zephyr & Hawk

Welcome to @Tsalyken's first ever roleplay. A second welcome to the lands of Cruendedoir, a place of fantasy, home to savage Orcish tribes, sly Elven councils and short greedy Dwarfs - plus everything in between.