Delta
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The Reign of Retribution - Humans band together in Guilds to protect humanity from monsters in the ultimate balance of survival
The strong wind blasting in his hears wailed in drastically varying pitches like an unstable frequency, the dagger-like snow that accompanied the tundra gale nibbled persistently at the outside layer of his lightly-bundled clothing. Alden Lochbuster turned his hooded-head towards his partner, Rynn, who seemed to be trekking the thick snow more efficiently than himself; which certainly wasn't saying much, as the taller fellow could have sworn he was big enough to be resisting enough drag from forced wind to be flown away into either the mouth of a Snow Goliath or impaled on a mountain. The two were making their way back from a warg nest, which they were sent out to raid for warg bones, so saith the contract they had accepted from the mission board back in the cozy and heated Schnee Maiden Guild hall. Alden carried the bones in a large sack that was slung over his shoulder, which was a double-edge because, while the sack allowed the transportation of more warg bones than if the two were to tuck as many under their arms as possible, slinging it over his shoulder allowed the bitter wind an entrance through his cloak to begin taking stabs at his red-leather tunic, which thankfully was reinforced enough to allow his swift maneuverability while keeping him mildly protected from attacks such as this damned relentless snow. Alden looked up ahead at Rynn once again and smiled, which was concealed by the hood of his cloak, telling himself that he'd spend his portion of the reward money treating his best friend to a meal of her choice for saving his ass... again.
The two had successfully tracked the warg nest, which was tucked inside a small cave- much like every other monster-dwelling in the unforgiving Blizzard Peak Expanse- Alden noted that there were 4 or 5 of the vicious bastards inside. The thrill of a battle surged through his being, and he flashed Rynn a quick pearly grin, a trademark of his, before unsheathing his red sword and charging into the den. Due to how fast the boy could run, he was able to take down a warg with a stab in the neck before the monsters could be aware of their surrounds. Having now entered a fight, Alden lost track of his thoughts like he always did in these situations, he had no recollection of what happened after that... until he snapped back to his senses and stared into the hungry mouth of the last standing warg that lunged at him, aiming for his throat. His current battle experience (or lack thereof) would render him incapable of possessing the reaction speed required to counter such an enemy attack. Before he had time to think, which he didn't do very often, Alden watched as his friend came down on the warg as if she had come down from the ceiling, onto the beast, her impressive strength having silenced the last warg. Unfortunately, it was this same impressive strength that had crushed most of the dead warg's bones, and thus they could only collect the few remaining intact ones for the contract.
When Alden had blinked this flashback away and came back to the land of the cognizant, he was staring down at his red strapped boots, which were no longer stomping into thick snow, but were instead supporting their dim-witted owner on dull grey stone. Suddenly, the incoherently cacophonous and jubilant screaming of just about every villager in Schnee Palast filled his ears even worse than the roaring winds of the snowy valley. When he raised his head, he gave a wincing smile as he saw Rynn, who was still ahead of him, was trying her best to try and peer over the taller crowd to no avail. Alden walked forward, gently grabbing Rynn's wrist so he could guide the two of to the front rows of who- or what- was causing these people to cry out so excitedly. Maneuvering the tightly packed villagers by weaving his hand through any small gap in between the shoulders of two different people whenever he could, Alden lead himself and his best friend in the constantly changing direction of his gloved hand like the swimming of a fish.
When Alden had cut a path for himself and Rynn like a red leather knife through annoyingly screaming butter, the two had successfully reached the front of the crowd. What stood at the center was a man, a very gallant-looking warrior. Certainly the older man belonged to a Guild, the Lochbuster fellow could at least read that much by examining the center-of-attention, who in no way looked like your typical person; but then again, Alden didn't either, so the boy couldn't judge the man too harshly. When Alden couldn't quite put a finger on who the man was, he looked down at Rynn to ask her if she knew, and he groaned as his best friend was behaving very similarly to the heart-throbbing mob, and Alden let out a sigh when he was finally able to make a single word that the crowd was shouting. "Wyrmslayer" was what rang out loud and true, and Alden's eyes suddenly went wide as he slowly swiveled his head back to the alleged Wyrmslayer. The Wyrmslayer was a- no, the- legendary warrior named Geron Zanitas, and Alden began mentally kicking himself in the ass for not recognizing the man sooner. Geron was the Lancer Commander General of the Major Guild Alliance, which meant that if Alden could get his attention, the Wyrmslayer might be to tell him the whereabouts of...of...
Dad.
With that single word muting out all other thoughts, Alden drew his dull red sword from its sheathe that was attached to the left of his waist, and did the one thing hew knew how to do; rush. Alden Lochbuster's eyes glazed over with sadness and desperation as he darted from the crowd towards Geron, and while he rushed at the Lancer Commander General with surprising speed that was fast enough to go unnoticed by the crowd, the boy failed to advance on the Wyrmslayer with a plan as to what he would do after that. Having been overcome with the desperation for much-needed answers, Alden certainly did not come up with a plan, and all he could do was keep running at Geron, also not thinking about the possibility that Alden could easily be stabbed with that large-curved blade of Geron's.
The Reign of Retribution - Humans band together in Guilds to protect humanity from monsters in the ultimate balance of survival
Read more about this role play...Before we get started, this is a roleplay geared towards mature human beings and is not intended for immature persons or those that do not mingle well with violence. If beheading giant monsters in the name of friendship does not interest you, or driving the steel of your sword into the neck of a rampaging beastie doesn't make you smile like the battle-crazed maniac I need you to be, I will give you this one simple direction.
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The strong wind blasting in his hears wailed in drastically varying pitches like an unstable frequency, the dagger-like snow that accompanied the tundra gale nibbled persistently at the outside layer of his lightly-bundled clothing. Alden Lochbuster turned his hooded-head towards his partner, Rynn, who seemed to be trekking the thick snow more efficiently than himself; which certainly wasn't saying much, as the taller fellow could have sworn he was big enough to be resisting enough drag from forced wind to be flown away into either the mouth of a Snow Goliath or impaled on a mountain. The two were making their way back from a warg nest, which they were sent out to raid for warg bones, so saith the contract they had accepted from the mission board back in the cozy and heated Schnee Maiden Guild hall. Alden carried the bones in a large sack that was slung over his shoulder, which was a double-edge because, while the sack allowed the transportation of more warg bones than if the two were to tuck as many under their arms as possible, slinging it over his shoulder allowed the bitter wind an entrance through his cloak to begin taking stabs at his red-leather tunic, which thankfully was reinforced enough to allow his swift maneuverability while keeping him mildly protected from attacks such as this damned relentless snow. Alden looked up ahead at Rynn once again and smiled, which was concealed by the hood of his cloak, telling himself that he'd spend his portion of the reward money treating his best friend to a meal of her choice for saving his ass... again.
The two had successfully tracked the warg nest, which was tucked inside a small cave- much like every other monster-dwelling in the unforgiving Blizzard Peak Expanse- Alden noted that there were 4 or 5 of the vicious bastards inside. The thrill of a battle surged through his being, and he flashed Rynn a quick pearly grin, a trademark of his, before unsheathing his red sword and charging into the den. Due to how fast the boy could run, he was able to take down a warg with a stab in the neck before the monsters could be aware of their surrounds. Having now entered a fight, Alden lost track of his thoughts like he always did in these situations, he had no recollection of what happened after that... until he snapped back to his senses and stared into the hungry mouth of the last standing warg that lunged at him, aiming for his throat. His current battle experience (or lack thereof) would render him incapable of possessing the reaction speed required to counter such an enemy attack. Before he had time to think, which he didn't do very often, Alden watched as his friend came down on the warg as if she had come down from the ceiling, onto the beast, her impressive strength having silenced the last warg. Unfortunately, it was this same impressive strength that had crushed most of the dead warg's bones, and thus they could only collect the few remaining intact ones for the contract.
When Alden had blinked this flashback away and came back to the land of the cognizant, he was staring down at his red strapped boots, which were no longer stomping into thick snow, but were instead supporting their dim-witted owner on dull grey stone. Suddenly, the incoherently cacophonous and jubilant screaming of just about every villager in Schnee Palast filled his ears even worse than the roaring winds of the snowy valley. When he raised his head, he gave a wincing smile as he saw Rynn, who was still ahead of him, was trying her best to try and peer over the taller crowd to no avail. Alden walked forward, gently grabbing Rynn's wrist so he could guide the two of to the front rows of who- or what- was causing these people to cry out so excitedly. Maneuvering the tightly packed villagers by weaving his hand through any small gap in between the shoulders of two different people whenever he could, Alden lead himself and his best friend in the constantly changing direction of his gloved hand like the swimming of a fish.
When Alden had cut a path for himself and Rynn like a red leather knife through annoyingly screaming butter, the two had successfully reached the front of the crowd. What stood at the center was a man, a very gallant-looking warrior. Certainly the older man belonged to a Guild, the Lochbuster fellow could at least read that much by examining the center-of-attention, who in no way looked like your typical person; but then again, Alden didn't either, so the boy couldn't judge the man too harshly. When Alden couldn't quite put a finger on who the man was, he looked down at Rynn to ask her if she knew, and he groaned as his best friend was behaving very similarly to the heart-throbbing mob, and Alden let out a sigh when he was finally able to make a single word that the crowd was shouting. "Wyrmslayer" was what rang out loud and true, and Alden's eyes suddenly went wide as he slowly swiveled his head back to the alleged Wyrmslayer. The Wyrmslayer was a- no, the- legendary warrior named Geron Zanitas, and Alden began mentally kicking himself in the ass for not recognizing the man sooner. Geron was the Lancer Commander General of the Major Guild Alliance, which meant that if Alden could get his attention, the Wyrmslayer might be to tell him the whereabouts of...of...
Dad.
With that single word muting out all other thoughts, Alden drew his dull red sword from its sheathe that was attached to the left of his waist, and did the one thing hew knew how to do; rush. Alden Lochbuster's eyes glazed over with sadness and desperation as he darted from the crowd towards Geron, and while he rushed at the Lancer Commander General with surprising speed that was fast enough to go unnoticed by the crowd, the boy failed to advance on the Wyrmslayer with a plan as to what he would do after that. Having been overcome with the desperation for much-needed answers, Alden certainly did not come up with a plan, and all he could do was keep running at Geron, also not thinking about the possibility that Alden could easily be stabbed with that large-curved blade of Geron's.