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Ten years later...
Gevaudan has aged, and picked a suit of armor, which had the ability to transform with him, from a fellow Lycan, who happened to also teach him how to keep human hands when transformed, to give him the ability to wield his sword when changed. He has also grown into a formidable warrior, with victories over creatures that a small army of mercenaries couldn't defeat. This in part of a heritage that he has know idea of, and...the blade.
Gevaudan wandered into the small town of Gerfelheim in the western mountains of Terfania, a place well known for smiths with great knowledge of various weapons of, possibly; mystical origin. Gevaudan found a possible well of such information in the Silver Gerthang, which seemed to have runes of various origins on the front of the building. "Come in, come in. What can I do for you stranger?" asked the red-bearded dwarf from behind the counter. "I want you to tell me the origin of the runes on my blade here," Gevaudan said, laying the sword on the counter. "I'll see what I can do," the dwarf immediately went to examining the sword. "Hmm, interesting... I don't think I've ever seen these kinds of runes before, they're very old. This may take awhile, so come back in an hour or so," the dwarf said. "Well...I might as well take a look around," Gevaudan said as he exited the smithy.
Gevaudan wandered the streets for some time until he heard a faint cry for help from one of the side-alleys. "Hey, you're the little bugger that stole me bag of gold!" said a rough, uneducated voice from the alley. "Hey, she ain't too bad lookin' for a half-elf mongrel," stated a similar, yet different voice. "What seems to be the trouble here?" Gevaudan asked entering the alley, seeing two not entirely wholesome men holding a young woman from behind. "This little mutt stole the gold I rightfully earned," one of the men said. "Liar, you got that from murdering a beggar!" the woman shouted, spitting in the man's face. "He was caught stealing an apple from the duke's private orchard, the penalty is death, he knew what was coming to him," replied the man. "So it was in the bounds of the law?" Gevaudan asked. "Yes," replied the man. "Well, that doesn't make it right," Gevaudan said throwing a right hook that sent the man flying twenty feet into a pile of refuge. At this, the two 'soldier's in the name of the duke' ran off in fear. "You all right there?" Gevaudan questioned, bending over to offer a hand to help pick the woman off the ground. "Y-yes, I'm fine. I've never met anyone who would help a thief," she said. "Well, you stole from badguys, I've got nothing against that. Hey, what's your name anyway?" Gevaudan asked. "I'm Klaren, Klaren Gerden. An what is the name of my rescuer?" she queried. "Gevaudan Chaosclaw," Gevaudan replied. "Well that was some punch, Gevaudan, I'm impressed," Klaren said with a slight smile on her face. "I can guarantee you've never met anyone quite like me before. How'd you like to go get a lager?" Gevaudan asked. "I'd love too," Klaren replied and they were off to the tavern.
Well, only one new character this time, I think I'll do it that way and make it progressive. Seeya until next time
Ten years later...
Gevaudan has aged, and picked a suit of armor, which had the ability to transform with him, from a fellow Lycan, who happened to also teach him how to keep human hands when transformed, to give him the ability to wield his sword when changed. He has also grown into a formidable warrior, with victories over creatures that a small army of mercenaries couldn't defeat. This in part of a heritage that he has know idea of, and...the blade.
Gevaudan wandered into the small town of Gerfelheim in the western mountains of Terfania, a place well known for smiths with great knowledge of various weapons of, possibly; mystical origin. Gevaudan found a possible well of such information in the Silver Gerthang, which seemed to have runes of various origins on the front of the building. "Come in, come in. What can I do for you stranger?" asked the red-bearded dwarf from behind the counter. "I want you to tell me the origin of the runes on my blade here," Gevaudan said, laying the sword on the counter. "I'll see what I can do," the dwarf immediately went to examining the sword. "Hmm, interesting... I don't think I've ever seen these kinds of runes before, they're very old. This may take awhile, so come back in an hour or so," the dwarf said. "Well...I might as well take a look around," Gevaudan said as he exited the smithy.
Gevaudan wandered the streets for some time until he heard a faint cry for help from one of the side-alleys. "Hey, you're the little bugger that stole me bag of gold!" said a rough, uneducated voice from the alley. "Hey, she ain't too bad lookin' for a half-elf mongrel," stated a similar, yet different voice. "What seems to be the trouble here?" Gevaudan asked entering the alley, seeing two not entirely wholesome men holding a young woman from behind. "This little mutt stole the gold I rightfully earned," one of the men said. "Liar, you got that from murdering a beggar!" the woman shouted, spitting in the man's face. "He was caught stealing an apple from the duke's private orchard, the penalty is death, he knew what was coming to him," replied the man. "So it was in the bounds of the law?" Gevaudan asked. "Yes," replied the man. "Well, that doesn't make it right," Gevaudan said throwing a right hook that sent the man flying twenty feet into a pile of refuge. At this, the two 'soldier's in the name of the duke' ran off in fear. "You all right there?" Gevaudan questioned, bending over to offer a hand to help pick the woman off the ground. "Y-yes, I'm fine. I've never met anyone who would help a thief," she said. "Well, you stole from badguys, I've got nothing against that. Hey, what's your name anyway?" Gevaudan asked. "I'm Klaren, Klaren Gerden. An what is the name of my rescuer?" she queried. "Gevaudan Chaosclaw," Gevaudan replied. "Well that was some punch, Gevaudan, I'm impressed," Klaren said with a slight smile on her face. "I can guarantee you've never met anyone quite like me before. How'd you like to go get a lager?" Gevaudan asked. "I'd love too," Klaren replied and they were off to the tavern.
Well, only one new character this time, I think I'll do it that way and make it progressive. Seeya until next time