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  1. Better Than Gore

    Church On The Hill [Barbarian Raider Attack!]

    Coth was in a state of emergency; yet nobody seemed to notice their presence, her presence. Nyra was Constans' daughter. When Constans wasn't there for guidance, they came to her. Had the attack on their homes made them lose faith? Or was this their true colors revealing themselves? Those thoughts came and went. Their fight or flight instincts had kicked in. This was eye-opening for most of them, Nyra included. A vast majority of her combat experience involved sparring, Constans had kept her out of harm's way, at least to his knowledge. There was the occasional alleyway scuffle that he hadn't known about. But this was something new. Nyra had never been put into a situation where she had to truly worry about the wellbeing of others. Ever since she could remember Coth had been safe, everyone knew that. Why was this happening now? Their attackers' timing couldn't have been any better. Had they known of Constans absence? It was all overwhelming. Despite everyone's panic, Nyra was lost in her thoughts. Why did she have to be so damn brave? What was stopping them from fleeing? But what troubled her the most was that she had no control over the outcome, in fact, it terrified her. Prila's sudden stop brought reality crashing down, quite literally. Another projectile had landed just feet from them. Prila was right. Reeca's house was secure enough to survive the onslaught; if they barricaded and secured all entrances it might even keep their attackers out. Lars' basement was also a good hiding place. But Prila's last recommendation was questionable. Nyra didn't want to risk Prila's safety. What if she was found? Being at Nyra's side was also risky. Taking a moment to weigh the options, Nyra scooped Prila up and began to run. They needed to get to the center of Coth, or at least somewhere that Nyra could address her people. They needed guidance, they needed hope. Upon reaching a suitable location, Prila would carefully touch the ground and Nyra stood atop a nearby table and began shouting at the top of her lungs. "Women, children and the elderly seek shelter with Reeca and Lars! Those of you that are combat capable, wield something capable of driving back our intruders and protect those that cannot!" Who knew if anyone had actually paid attention to her instructions, or if they could hear her. But she had to try. @Vansin @Spooky Mittens @KittyvonCupcake
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    Church On The Hill [Barbarian Raider Attack!]

    Nyra was in awe; the sword was all too familiar, but she couldn't pinpoint where she had seen it before. If she had seen it at all. Constans could have read her a story at some point during her childhood that mentioned a weapon of similar design. Or maybe she overheard locals telling tall tales. Whatever the case may have been, the sword spoke to her. As if it had been destiny. Prila and her were meant to meet each other; everything that led up to this exact moment had been predetermined, by who or what was unfathomable. Not that it mattered. Nyra and the blade were united. Or maybe Nyra's imagination was running wild. Her gaze found Prila, who was equally as excited as she was. This evening was one to cherish. It would always be remembered and looked back on as one of her fondest memories. If only Constans had been here to partake in their festivities. "Hm?" Nyra gazed up at the sky to try and pinpoint what Prila had been referring to. What was once excitement and happiness took a turn for the worst. Nyra's face twisted into disbelief. Watching in horror as a firey object came crashing down onto their home. The sound of the impact made her jump. All went silent within Coth. But that wasn't the end. More followed without fail. Colliding with houses, some of which were occupied. Occupied with men, women, and children. Screaming echoed from their town, Nyra could make out some as anger, others were pure agony. Nyra's gaze once again fell upon Prila, hoping for a logical explanation as to what was happening. But once she too questioned why their home was under attack, Nyra didn't know what to do. Or say for that matter. Through her peripheral vision, she caught sight of a hesitant glow that soon began to blaze. Then it all came to her. All of Constans bedtime stories, all of the eavesdropping on talk of mystic weaponry. Nyra wielded a weapon that men spent their entire lives looking for. A weapon that Kings and Queens obsessed over. Nyra had Angurvadal. Runic letters lined the blade, during times of peace the lettering gleamed with a dim lighting. But when war had reared its ugly head, those runes lit ablaze. Taking a knee to be eye level with Prila, a hand sought her cheek. "This is only the beginning, Prila. There are people that need your help, our help, I can't do this alone." Catching her breath, Prila could likely see tears swelling within the Warrior's eyes. Not even her helmet could hide her emotion. "I'm going to need you to be a big girl and help me get our people to safety. I have the voice and you know all of the good places to hide. Can you do that for me?" Getting Prila into a dangerous situation was the last thing Nyra ever imagined herself doing, but if her hunch was correct catapults were the least of their worries. Whether or not Prila agreed, Nyra pulled her in for a hug. Wrapping her arms around her and holding her tightly. Where are you, Father? @Vansin
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    Church On The Hill [Barbarian Raider Attack!]

    Nyra couldn't help but laugh. Prila was too cute. "Duh!" Nyra's response was exaggerated, but Prila's question definitely peeked her curiosity. What remained of their meal was savored. Prila's plate would be stacked on top of hers and returned to Reeca before their departure. Nyra remembered to nab her helmet before exiting the dining portion of town. Firmly placing it atop her head and adjusting it accordingly. The darker it got, the easier it was for Nyra to see. Lowlight vision playing a big part in their travel. Following Prila to the best of her ability, she roughly knew whereabouts her companion was taking her. It wasn't often that Nyra got lost within their village, she patrolled it every day. "Hm?" Tossing aside a couple rocks a bright gem would become noticeable. Which immediately caught her attention. The color of the gem was a reminder of someone very dear to her. "How did you find this?" Upon further investigation, the gem was attached to a hilt. Taking hold of it with her right hand, Nyra would wiggle it a tad. In an attempt to determine just how stuck it had been. Giving it a firm tug with no luck. Thinking briefly, Nyra would tap into the beast within. Her right arm bulged with muscle, hidden out of plain sight due to her attire. But her armor creaked due to the sudden expansion, and the straps loosened a tad. Planting her left foot atop the pile for leverage and to sell for Prila's benefit, Nyra gave it another pull. As the blade was freed, Nyra stumbled backward and barely caught her balance. "Beautiful!" Nyra brandished the weapon, admiring its design. @Vansin
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    Church On The Hill [Barbarian Raider Attack!]

    Nyra's affection for Coth hadn't happened over night; in fact she was probably more unruly than Prila was at her age, Constans was very patient. She had ran away at least twice a week for as long as she could remember. Constans always found her and convinced her to return. How he managed to track her down every time she went missing was still a mystery, to this very day. But Nyra was thankful that he did. Their upbringing was a different story however. Prila's childhood was exactly that, a childhood. From a very early age Nyra was taught how to contain and control the monster within. As well as the rules of engagement, proper use of weaponry and surprisingly how to act proper. To a certain extent. Prila's reaction to the scuffle was rather surprising; perhaps she had adjusted to their surroundings, for the man's rude interruption startled Nyra a tad. Clenching her knife with a white knuckle grip; her nostrils flared and her breathing intensified. Which hopefully went unnoticed by her company, as Prila was occupied with taunting him. Nyra was quick to calm herself as she witnessed the flick, giggling briefly before taking another bite of her steak. "You and I are more alike than you may have thought, 'hun." Nyra's voice was sincere. "That's all up here." Nyra pointed to her head, even went as far as tapping her temple. Learning to cope with her curse was easily her biggest challenge and there was nothing Constans could say or do to help with that. It all began with acceptance. Once she had mastered that, she learned how to blend in and act as if she was no different than those around her. Maybe it would have been easier for Prila to understand what she had meant if she knew what Nyra truly was. But now wasn't the time or the place to even begin to explain that. "Stick with me and I'll help you as much as I possibly can, just as Father Constans did for me." More sincerity. @Vansin
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    Church On The Hill [Barbarian Raider Attack!]

    Reeca had been one of the first to know of Nyra's craving. It took a certain type of person to willingly serve someone raw meat; granted Reeca knew the reasoning behind Nyra's daily request, it wasn't out of carelessness or disregard for her well being. In fact, Reeca was the only one she came to for beef, everyone else provided her with fish. More specifically salmon. Raw as well, but in their defense, they presumed Nyra prepared it at home. Wrong. It didn't make it home most of the time. As soon as she was out of sight of the vendor; it would be devoured for the most part, save for the bones. But onto bigger and better things! Steak. Upon taking a seat, Nyra sat her helmet next to her and went to work, taking up her fork and knife. Slicing into the meat delicately and shoveling it into her maw. A relieved sigh managed to escape her as she began chewing. "It took me a long time to get used to it, honestly. I'm not from here." Nyra took another bite before continuing her explanation. "Father Constans found me, abandoned, and near death in the wild." Nyra was quite young, as well. Barely knew how to communicate outside of violence. If it hadn't been for Constans, she wouldn't be here to tell Prila her story. "Father Constans nursed me back to health and took me in as one of his own, and the rest is history." There was plenty Nyra had purposely left out. Such as learning to control her rage; Coth could barely handle their liquor, let alone a monstrosity of a bear. "But that doesn't answer your question, now does it?" Nyra chuckled briefly before taking another bite of her steak. "I like Coth because it's a family. Everyone living here looks out for one another and they don't judge your upbringing, despite what you did in your past, all is forgiven. You're accepted for who you truly are here." Granted, they might reconsider that notion if they knew what she was capable of had she lost control. With Constans gone it was very important for her to avoid any situation that would trigger her, for he was the only one capable of saving her from herself. @Vansin
  6. Better Than Gore

    Nyra Levidis[WIP].

    ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ɴʏʀᴀ(ɴ-ᴇᴇ-ʀ-ᴀʜ) ʟᴇᴠɪᴅɪꜱ(ʟ-ᴇʜ-ᴠ-ᴇᴇ-ᴀʜ-ᴇᴇ-ꜱ). ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ. ● ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ.: ɴʏʀᴀ. ● ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀʟ.: ɴ/ᴀ. ● ʟᴀꜱᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇ.: ʟᴇᴠɪᴅɪꜱ. ● ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ.: ɴ/ᴀ. ● ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ.: ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ. ● ᴀɢᴇ.: 24. ● ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ.: ᴀᴜɢᴜꜱᴛ 24ᴛʜ, xxxx. ● ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴛʜ.: ᴛᴇʀʀᴇɴᴜꜱ. ● ʀᴀᴄᴇ.: ᴜʀꜱᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴘᴇ. ● ᴇᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ.: ɴ/ᴀ. ● ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ.: ɴ/ᴀ. ● ᴀʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ.: ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ ɢᴏᴏᴅ. ● ᴍᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜꜱ.: ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ. ● ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.: ɴ/ᴀ. ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ. ● ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ.: ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ. ● ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ.: ʙʀᴏᴡɴ. ● ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ.: ᴇxᴏᴛɪᴄ. ● ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ.: 5'6". ● ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ.: 155ʟʙ. ● ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴛʏᴘᴇ.: ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪᴛ. ● ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ/ᴡɪɴɢꜱᴘᴀɴ.: 26"/66". ● ᴅᴏᴍɪɴᴀɴᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅ.: ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ. ɴʏʀᴀ ɪꜱ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ɪɴ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ; ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴏʀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ 5'6" ᴀɴᴅ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴘᴇᴛɪᴛᴇ. ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ꜰʀᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴏʟꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ 165ʟʙ, ᴄᴏɴꜱɪꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴍᴜꜱᴄʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ. ɴʏʀᴀ'ꜱ ᴄʜᴇꜱᴛ ɪꜱ 36ᴄ ɪɴ ꜱɪᴢᴇ, ᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀᴋʏ. ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʀ ɪꜱ ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇʟʏ, ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ, ᴛɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜʀᴠʏ. ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ɪꜱ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ; ꜱᴛʏʟᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘᴏɴʏᴛᴀɪʟ, ᴏʀ ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴏꜱᴇʟʏ. ɴʏʀᴀ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴏᴛɪᴄ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴀɴ. ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴀᴢᴇʟ, ᴛᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ. ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴄɪᴀʟ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀ ᴅɪꜱᴛɪɴᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʀ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ʀᴇꜱᴇᴍʙʟɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴄʟᴀᴡ, ᴛʀᴀɪʟɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ᴀꜱꜱᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ● ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴꜱ ʟᴇᴠɪᴅɪꜱ(ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ), ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ. ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ● ɴᴏɴᴇ. ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ. ● ᴘʀɪʟᴀ, ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ. ʀɪᴠᴀʟꜱ. ● ɴᴏɴᴇ. ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴛ. ɢɪꜰᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜʀꜱᴀ.: ɴʏʀᴀ ʜᴀꜱ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇ, ʜᴇɴᴄᴇ ɢɪꜰᴛ. ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢʟʏ ᴛᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴀꜰꜰʟɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ-ᴇᴅɢᴇᴅ ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱꜰᴏʀᴍᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇꜱɪꜱᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴍᴏʀᴘʜɪɴɢ. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀᴍꜱ, ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴜᴘɪʟꜱ ᴅɪʟᴀᴛᴇ, ɴᴀɪʟꜱ ᴇʟᴏɴɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪᴄᴋᴇɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ʀᴇꜱᴇᴍʙʟᴇ ꜰᴀɴɢꜱ. ɴʏʀᴀ'ꜱ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇᴅ. ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ʟɪꜰᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴡɪᴄᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴘʀɪɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴜᴘᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ 20ᴍᴘʜ. ᴍᴀꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴅʀᴇɴᴀʟɪɴᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴍ; ʀᴇᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ ᴘᴀɪɴ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴄᴜᴍʙʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ᴘʀᴇᴇxɪꜱᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴᴊᴜʀɪᴇꜱ. ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜʀꜱᴀ.: ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ɴʏʀᴀ'ꜱ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ. ᴍᴜꜱᴄʟᴇꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴜʟɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴘᴀꜱᴍ ᴜɴᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟʟᴀʙʟʏ. ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀɪᴘꜱ. ɴʏʀᴀ'ꜱ ꜱᴋᴇʟᴇᴛᴀʟ ꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ. ᴀɴʏ ᴍɪɴᴏʀ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴀɪʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴍ, ʀᴇᴠᴇʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇ-ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱꜰᴏʀᴍᴇᴅ, ɴʏʀᴀ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴀᴛ 10ꜰᴛ ᴛᴀʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇɪɢʜꜱ 1,500ʟʙ. ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ɪꜱ ꜰᴀʀ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ɪɴ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ꜰᴏʀᴍ, ᴀꜱ ɪꜱ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴅᴜʀᴀɴᴄᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟɪꜰᴛ ᴛᴡɪᴄᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴜᴘᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ 40ᴍᴘʜ. ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴍᴇʟʟ ɪꜱ ᴛᴇɴꜰᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɢʀᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴡʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴠɪꜱɪᴏɴ. ʙᴀʀᴇ ʙᴏɴᴇꜱ.: ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇꜱꜱ, ɴʏʀᴀ'ꜱ ꜱᴋᴇʟᴇᴛᴀʟ ꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ. ɪꜰ ᴀ ʙᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱꜰᴏʀᴍɪɴɢ, ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴠᴇʀᴛ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴅᴇɴꜱɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪᴢᴇ. ʀᴇᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ɪᴛꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴍʙ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴏʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴀɢᴇ. ᴜᴘᴏɴ ʀᴇᴠᴇʀᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴᴏɪᴅ ᴡʜɪᴄʜᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴏɴᴇ(ꜱ) ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘʀɪᴏʀ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ. ɪꜰ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇ ɪꜱ ɪɴꜰʟɪᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏɴᴇ(ꜱ) ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴘʀɪᴏʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴᴏɪᴅ ꜰᴏʀᴍ. ɪꜰ ᴀɴ ᴜɴʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʙᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱꜰᴏʀᴍᴇᴅ, ɴʏʀᴀ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴀᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ʟɪᴍʙ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇʀᴛᴇᴅ.
  7. Better Than Gore

    Church On The Hill [Barbarian Raider Attack!]

    Being Constans' daughter definitely had its advantages; not that she took them for granted by any means, regardless, she was quite well-off. Nyra lived comfortably for the most part. That satchel was a weeks compensation for doing what she loved. Keeping the inhabitants of Coth safe and out of trouble. Tonight was no exception, granted, a number of scuffles were purposely unnoticed. Nyra would have put a stop to them had they gotten out of hand. Spoiling Prila wouldn't take food off of her plate. Not that she would have cared if it did. Nyra would sacrifice a meal without any hesitance to see Prila happy. Just look at her. Adorable. "If your scared of that going missing; storing it at my house wouldn't be an issue." At least Prila could rest assured knowing Nyra would spend it on herself. Speaking of turning a blind eye to violence. Prila lead Nyra to the stand and cook she thought so highly of. With good reason; the aroma alone was enticing enough to warrant curiosity. Nyra was tempted to go straight to the source of said mouth-watering inducing smell. As tempting as it was; doing so would have likely set a bad example, though she may have already accomplished that without intention. Nyra's eyes widened at Prila's addition to her request. This was bad. Really bad. If she allowed Prila to eat that, who knew what would happen. Panicking, Nyra spouted out the first thing that came to mind. "I.. uh.. I was testing you!" A nervous laugh followed. "How do you think you'd fair in a fight if you had an upset stomach?!" Nyra's tone was a bit exaggerated. But it wasn't scolding in the slightest; more so lecturing, as if Nyra was teaching Prila an important lesson in life. Which she was. Raw meat is bad! Her closest hand sought the top of Prila's head, softly patting it and ruffling her hair, scrunching her nose at her once more in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Medium rare, Reeca. Please." @Vansin
  8. Better Than Gore

    Church On The Hill [Barbarian Raider Attack!]

    "Thanks!" Damn straight she did. It was fabulous. Nyra grabbed and tucked a satchel full of coins into her waistband before departing. Which jingled with each step she took. Soon the smell of food graced her nose; the faintest of smell, but as they drew closer it became overwhelming. Nyra's stomach growled and her mouth began to water. They sure did know how to eat at Coth. Nyra paid no mind to the cat calls; they wouldn't dare do so while sober, out of fear of what she might do. Prila was also enjoying it, as she should, it was certainly a confidence booster. For the most part. "Oh! I almost forgot." Nyra's stride paused. Reaching for the neatly tucked satchel, she'd pluck it free from the confining grasp of her belt and hand it to Prila. "Here's your payment for escorting me around town." The satchel had a bit of weight to it, easily enough money to feed her family for weeks on end, if that's what she decided to spend it on. After all, it was hers. Nyra smiled and gave Prila a firm nod before her stride continued. They were close. So close. "Sounds good to me! Steak is my favorite!" Little did she know, Nyra preferred it raw, not rare, raw. An unfortunate blessing that came with being a Thrope. Nyra began taking after her attacker and curse. Raw meat and fish, berries, even branches and the occasional pine cone. They were high in fiber. Nyra also had a insatiable desire for back scratches, more specifically scratching it on trees. But that was neither here nor there. @Vansin
  9. Better Than Gore

    Church On The Hill [Barbarian Raider Attack!]

    "I'm not that strong." Which was a lie. Nyra was stronger than anyone she had ever crossed paths with. Prila's question made her blush quite a bit. Typically she tried to hide her strength; in fear of what others might think, but every once in awhile it had to be displayed. Prila had likely seen her in one of those rare occasions. "With training, you too could be as strong as me!" Another lie. But what was she suppose to do in this situation? 'Get mauled and bitten by a Ursathrope, and then we'll have this conversation?' Hopefully Prila hadn't known that side of her. A vast majority of the Village was in the dark when it came to that. Hopefully the entirety. Shaking the thought from her head, Nyra smiled down at Prila as they walked, scrunching her nose at her every once in awhile. Taking note of her garden; any plants that required more attention than watering and sunshine were the first to wither away, Nyra simply didn't care enough to keep them alive. Those that went out of their way to tend to them certainly helped them live longer, but her negligence was far stronger than their aid, screw vegetables. Prila apparently had the opposite mindset. "Feel free to take as many as you'd like, I don't eat them, I think they're icky." Texture was big deal when it came to food. Tomatoes were slimy on inside, yet firm on the outside? No thank you. Though Nyra would force one down every once in awhile, but only after getting an earful from Constans on why she should eat them. Parents, am I right? Upon entering the hovel, Nyra entered her bedroom and simply stripped down without much thought. Surely Prila had seen another woman in her birthday suit. But what she hadn't considered were the scars. Decorating her lower back just before her rear, was a very distinctive mark. A claw. And a big one at that. Another adorned her bosom. "Make yourself at home, sweetheart. I'll only be a moment." Nyra had the ideal hourglass figure and was quite fit. Muscle definition was noticeable. In the guaranteed chance Prila was taking a peek, Nyra's bust was ample and perky, her buttocks was shapely. Small, tight and curvy. "Almost done!" Equipping oneself with armor wasn't an easy task by any means, especially by yourself. Profanity escaped her room; but only for a brief moment, and then she emerged. A black gambeson protected her torso, upper arms and legs. Dark fur lined the shoulders. Polished steel vambraces, gauntlets, sabatons and greaves. A matching helmet tucked under her arm. Nyra's dreaded hair was tied and rested midway on her back. "Now let's get you some real food." A smile and nod. Nyra motioned for Prila to lead the way and would follow suit. @Vansin
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    Church On The Hill [Barbarian Raider Attack!]

    To be young again. It took every ounce of will not to indulge with Prila; the only thing holding her back was setting an example for the townsfolk, but they were likely too busy partying to notice had she of gave chase. "Oh absolutely!" Nyra was of course egging Prila on. Violence was a trigger for Nyra; Constans taught her that long ago, surely it took a lot more to set Nyra off now than it did in the past, however, that was a chance she wasn't willing to take for the most part. Mostly for the safety of those around her. Very few people knew about her curse and she wanted to keep it that way. Prila was full of questions. "Father Constans is far stronger than he looks, where do you think I learned how to fight?" Nyra laughed. It was true. Before Constans took Nyra under his wing, all she knew was rage, and she relied on it heavily. Constans taught her discipline and technique. "I need to stop by my house before we get supper, I'd like to make myself presentable before Father arrives." Nyra's current attire was something nobody was used to, including herself. Typically she was armed to the teeth, ready for war and whatever else threatened their home. @Vansin
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    Church On The Hill [Barbarian Raider Attack!]

    Nyra more or less b-lined straight for Prila upon noticing her; she had exchanged a friendly gesture here and there with the little girl, but they hadn't been truly introduced to one another. "Hey there!" Nyra shouted with sheer delight. Taking a knee to be eye level, Nyra's closest hand extended in greeting. Had Prila accepted, her hand would be lightly gripped and shaken briefly. "Would you like to walk with me, Prila?" There was very few people she hadn't known on a first name basis and Prila wasn't one of them. Constans had spoke to Nyra about her family on numerous occasions, just as he did with every other individual that lived in their peaceful village. They had a lot of ground to cover if she agreed to go on patrol, especially if people kept intercepting her to converse. Normally it wasn't a big deal, but her night terror had left her in a rough mind state, Constans wasn't here to soothe her. "If you manage to match my pace, maybe I can treat you to dinner. But first we have to build up an appetite!" Nyra's voice was playful, as was her facial expression. And they were off! Whether Prila wanted to go with or not, Nyra took her hand, stood and began power walking. Giggling every once in awhile to try and lighten the mood. Prila always looked like she thought she didn't belong, tonight was going to prove otherwise! @Vansin
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    Church On The Hill [Barbarian Raider Attack!]

    Terrifying. That was the only word that truly defined the scene. Countless buildings set ablaze, consistently burning with no hope of being tamed any time soon, for there was nobody left to tend to them. Men, women and children laid motionless on the ground, scattered across the remnants of what used to be a bustling village. Some piled atop one another as a last effort to protect their loved ones and fellow neighbors. A select few had been trampled by those they thought they could rely on. Their corpses were barely recognizable; mangled and torn, limbs missing. Blood decorated the buildings that hadn't been engulfed by the flames that roared throughout the town. Those that had managed to escape the onslaught never looked back and those that fought were the first to fall. Someone or something had ravaged their way through these poor townsfolk unmercifully. But at last there was silence; their screams for help had fallen upon deaf ears, or hadn't managed to escape their lungs to begin with. All that echoed through the village was crackle of the fires. Had the aggressor came and went? In this scenario; they pursued those that had fled. Bodies littered the trail exiting town; far worse than those that perished prior, left clutching spilled entrails out of sheer desperation. No man was capable of this horror. Clear down the path sat a tree, a figure backed against it, hunched over. Rocking back and forth, clearly traumatized by what they experienced. "Please.. have m-mercy.." He repeated endlessly. Pleading with seemingly nobody in particular. Large claw markings decorated the trunk of the tree. His voice got louder and louder as the begging continued. Grass and bushes rustled as something approached; the man began sobbing uncontrollably as the rustling grew louder, and then it stopped with a sickening crunching of bone. An enormous paw batted at the man with enough force to snap his neck. A roar echoed throughout the forest. "No.. no..." A whimper. "NOOOOOOOOOO-ARRRRRAAAAAH!" What started out as sheer panic escalated into a hysteric scream. A woman shot up; elongated nails tore through linen sheets that enveloped her nude figure. Panting as if she had been experiencing a panic attack. Which slowly came to a halt upon realizing that she had woke from a night terror. Nails retracted as her breathing finally calmed. She hadn't experienced one this bad in quite sometime. Taking a moment, Nyra lazily crawled out of bed, brushing the event off like nothing had happened. Stretching dramatically before making her way to a stack of neatly folded clothes. Adorning what appeared to be a sleeveless tunic dress, black in color, specifically tailored to her frame. Far more casual attire than she typically wore. Nyra stood at 5'6" and weighed in at 155lb, her hair was dreaded and shared the shade of her dress, brown eyes and sun kissed skin to match. Nyra was quite petite; yet capable of overpowering anyone inhabiting the village with ease. Exiting the house, she took a moment to take in what was taking place, everyone seemed far more joyful than usual. Surprisingly enough her outburst hadn't alerted or disturbed anyone; they were drunk. Stumbling about, conversing with one another, some even squabbled over who got to refill their stein first. Entertaining to say the least. Luckily those serving weren't indulging, whatsoever. "Time to make the rounds," Yawning exaggeratedly; Nyra made her way through the village, acknowledging those she knew with a simple wave and a charming smile. "The usual, lovely?" A slab of raw fish was presented as she walked by an elderly merchant. Shaking her head in silence, the merchant bowed and went about their business.
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    Custom title raffle 6

    Wewt.
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    General Chatter [18+] Violence always permitted!

    Oh! So you’re trying to create an entire event/game based around it! That would be awesome too. I thought you were referring to just character creation for free form purposes.
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    General Chatter [18+] Violence always permitted!

    Fair enough. Haha. Either way, just shoot me a PM if you need some input. I’d be more than happy to assist you.
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