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Bernardt Veil

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Province Citizen
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Jun 21, 2019
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Nal Akima/Wilderness outside of Nal Sur


Bernardt was running through the woods, trying to get away from the band of 6 or so attackers following him. But there wasn't an ounce of fear coming from him. 6 attackers, some of which are werewolves by the smell of it, following him meant 6 less attackers in Nal Sur. And while he was outnumbered, he wasn't necessarily outmatched.

He kept a steady pace. His armour kept him quite warm and his growing up in cold climates helped to keep him going. But he wouldn't outrun them. Thankfully he didn't have to. He just needed to get away from the vicinity of Nal Sur. He was in the middle of nowhere, with arrows zipping past to hit the trees and snow next to him. Some found their mark but were stuck in his armour, making him look like a porcupine.

He finally lost his footing when one arrow found an opening on his left calf and another punched through his pauldron. He went down into the snow, bus scrammed to his feet. He faced the attackers getting closer with a hand on his longsword. But going up against them like this was a death sentence. He untied his belt and dropped his sword to the ground, then arched forward.

He grew in size until he tore out of his armour and towered over the attackers. 2 of them followed suit and turned into enormous werewolves as well. Bernardt snarled, his pitch black form staring down the attackers while they stared back. He wasn't afraid of them...but he knew the reality of him dying was quite prominent in this moment. The reality that he might never see Nea again...

He pushed the thoughts aside, arching his claws and baring his teeth as he stared them down. He hoped secretly that help would fall from the heavens, but that would never happen. He was in this alone...

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Alpha Werewolf

Geirolf Aegirson

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Nal Akima Citizen
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Jul 31, 2019
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Jarl of Norðanheim
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Axe of the All-Maker
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“Fuck The Council! Fuck Nal Akima! Fuck this whole Gods Forsaken Land!” Geirolf roared with fury, continuing a nearly week long rant which left the five Housecarls, all members of his pack, rolling their eyes behind his back. “I’m going to build a big fucking sail, stick it into Norðanheim and sail away from these idiotic assholes.” he threatened illogically.

The group had went with their Jarl as he went to a meeting of the Council of Axes. Geirolf had travelled to Nal Akima to debate against the various Lords supporting the bigots of the Holy Swords. It had not ended well. Geirolf had to be all but dragged away before he buried his axe into the head of a representative of the Nationalistic Order. The mere presence of his fellow Werewolves was proof that times where changing as in days long past he had travelled alone to those meetings but it was no longer safe to do so in the present political climate.

He was feeling pessimistic about the second part of his outing. To travel to Nal Sur, a known safe harbour of Myst-related beings of all sorts in search of any rogue lycanthropes seeking out a haven. More than one of his Housecarls had been discovered during such expeditions.

The Jarl was about to begin another of his rants when his head snapped around, sniffing at the air, the others followed suit moments after. Blood was in the air but most importantly it was the scent of the Wolf’s Blood. This close to Nal Sur? Curious, and also concerned for one of his people possibly being injured, he swiftly removed his fur armour designed to be easily taken off in these sorts of situations. Not worrying about the clothing beneath, he threw his axe to the closest Housecarl. “Retain your current shape. Follow as quickly as possible and intervene if necessary.”

Without waiting for a response the large man’s flesh rippled and his form twisted as he exploded out of his man-shape into a particularly giant Lycanthrope. Running as swiftly as possible he followed the scent of blood for a few moments, closer than he’d expected, as he burst through the treeline and swiftly saw one Werewolf facing down two others. Unsure of what was happening Geirolf darted across the clearing, his white fur a blur against white snow, and slammed into the two who appeared to be facing off against the injured black furred one. However he also knocked them down not trying to hurt them, reluctant as he was to fight his own people and not understanding the situation.

The Elder Alpha Werewolf towered over the trio and let out an ear splitting roar at the others in an attempt to force them to bow his to primal authority.
 
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Watcher Knight

Bernardt Veil

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Province Citizen
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Jun 21, 2019
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183
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Knight
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Watcher
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Male
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KinkyPrawn
To Bernardt's and the attackers' surprise an enormous white werewolf emerged from the treeline and knocked the two attacking werewolves off their feet. The 4 other humans all took several steps back out of fear and surprise, all raising their weapons in defence.

The wolf roared to try and get them to submit...but it might as well have fell on deaf ears. The stubborn and defiant black wolf stood his ground, snapping his jaws. His allegiance wasn't to this stranger, no matter how big or tough he was. Same with the two attackers. Their allegiance was to Clovis...not this stranger.

"Get lost, old dog! This ain't your fight!" one of the wolves shouted at him. The 4 men also took a few steps closer. Bernardt in turn stalked forward threateningly. "We're here for that magi lover, not you. So fuck off." one of the humans shouted surprisingly without sounding utterly terrified.

It was clear neither party wanted to stand down. Bernardt was just behind the white wolf, snarling at the two other wolves who in turn had their attention divided between the new arrival and Bernardt. Suddenly an arrow sailed from one of the humans and hit Bernardt in the side. He yelped and stumbled back as everything went quiet. He eyed the shooter...and in a flash he collided with the human, tearing him apart like a piece of paper. One wolf tacked Bernardt while the other turned his attention to the new arrival.

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Alpha Werewolf

Geirolf Aegirson

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Nal Akima Citizen
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Jul 31, 2019
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Jarl of Norðanheim
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Axe of the All-Maker
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Geirolf snarled his impatient fury at the responses that came from the fools. For his part Geirolf couldn’t speak in his Wolf Form despite having mastered it years ago, it simply wasn’t within the biological capability of the form he’d taken. The Alpha was also confused. Why where Werewolves working with Humans to hurt their own kind? That made no sense. Any focus he had on wondering such was washed away however as he stared down the man who’d called the black furred Lycan a magi lover. The term put up Geirolf’s hackles. It sounded too much like the shit being spewed by the Holy Swords.

Snarling he began to walk towards the man only to be cut off by one of the Wolves who blocked his path. The white furred Werewolf threw back his head and let out a blood curdling howl of rage just as the other Werewolf leapt at him. With practiced ease coming from defending his position as the head of the pack for decades he side-stepped the charge and let his claw rip over the side of his attacker’s ribs before hammering him into the ground. The wound looked ugly but it wouldn’t put any Lycanthrope down for long.

Ignoring the downed combatant Geirolf leapt across the clearing straight at the man who’d so bravely, and stupidly, spoken out against him. He tried to raise a blade but it was battered harmlessly aside as Geirolf wrapped long claws around the fool’s neck and lifted him easily off the ground before tearing out the defenceless man’s throat with his teeth. Spitting out the disgusting taste of human flesh the Jarl tossed the corpse aside.

Turning he saw the Lycan he’d knocked down his get to his feet. Geirolf threw back his head and howled again however this time it was a different sound, one that echoed throughout the trees. A moment later a response could be heard, first one, then another until five wolf-like cries where echoing out in the distance.

The Pack had heard it’s leader’s call and was swift to let him know they were coming.

The attacking men, and wolves, seemed momentarily unbalanced and worried at the other cries. Without giving his opponent a chance to recover Geirolf slammed into the other werewolf bringing him to the ground, he didn’t want to kill one of his own but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t cripple the bastard.
 
Watcher Knight

Bernardt Veil

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Province Citizen
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Jun 21, 2019
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Knight
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Watcher
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Male
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Engaged
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Things spiralled out of control entirely. The two remaining humans backed off to let the wolves sort out their own. Benrardt was hurled aside by the scruff of his neck before giving his attacker a hard clawed slap across the face, sending him to the ground. He wasted no time and leapt onto the dazed form. it was a mess of fur, claws and teeth as the two attacked each other.

They both stopped as several piercing howls echoed through the woods. The white wolf had called for help. The wolf got the drop on Bernardt and pinned him down, but not before getting a large tear through his throat. Bernardt threw the injured wolf off and with raw power he tore the wolf's head off its body. The white wolf seemed hesitant to kill his own...but Bernardt shared no such restraint.

The humans decided it wasn't worth dying out here and dropped their weapons as they ran back to Nal Sur. They weren't planning on facing off against more of the furry beasts. The other wolf seemed to know he was defeated as well, and tried to slink away with his tail between his legs. Bernardt
eyed him but didn't make a move to attack him. Instead he stood tall, watching the white wolf. "Who are you?" he asked with a rough voice, talking slowly. While he could speak, it was a bit difficult to do so. "Friend?" he asked, unsure whether this new wolf would attack him or not as well.

He felt a sting as he took a step forward. The arrow was still in his leg and a tip still stuck from both his shoulder and side. Not to mention the few new cuts and bite marks here and there. Nea won't be happy...

He wanted to shift back but with no extra clothing he would freeze to death. Instead he limped over to where he shifted and picked up his sword and bolter. He looked back to the wolf, awaiting an answer or something.

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