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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2013 23:48:27 GMT
Vittorio kicks the sand as he walks the path near the hills of his new home Veiðimaðurheimian. Four days they've been out here. Four days and nothing, not a single goblin nor troll. Nothing! His hands tremble with frustration making the morning star in his hands shake wildly. It has been far too long since he's last seen blood and his is boiling with hunger. On top of that his leader sticks this lumbering creature under his command. It calls itself Gulbok. "Please just let it be good in a fight", he mumbles under his breath. Hell, he'd even try and fight his father right now. Though, if he could see Vittorio now, he'd have him burned alive without a moment's hesitation.
Vittorio lets out a pitiful laugh. He looks around as his new countrymen and thinks how in the world did he end up here. This sense of community doesn't feel right, but from some small corner of his heart there is a warmth and it keeps him moving forward. In the distance he catches a glimpse of what looks to be hobgoblins. The most vicious grin, that scares even him, broadens over is face. "Yes!", he says in a low husky voice as he dashes off with an unnatural speed leaving his companions bewildered.
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constantine
Volken
Constantine Ilfrey, Wizard Extraordinaire. For a sum i can make you feel as good as it gets.
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Post by constantine on Jul 27, 2013 0:01:16 GMT
Constantine walks near the end of their little band chatting with the other wizard of the party. The people in front suddenly stop and the wizards almost crash into them. "What's wrong?" He looks between his teammates to see Vittorio rushing towards a clearing ahead of them. "Poor guy, all this walking around without encountering nothing seems to have gotten to him. Maybe he snapped." The others look with genuine concern at him and then without saying a word they rush after their impatient countryman.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2013 21:10:58 GMT
After a rather short battle Vittorio spits on the ground in disgust. That wasn't nearly enough, this pitiful bunch of hobgoblins. The paltry amount of blood on his morningstar only fuels his anger. But, after seeing the genuine concern of his new brethren, Vittorio forces himself to calm down as he sits by himself off to the side. He mustn't let them win. He can't loose control. His father cannot be proven right. As he sits and concentrates on his aura, like his sister once taught him, someone in the party calls out to everyone. "Look, we've found a mine and there's gold in it!", the man yelled with excitement. Vittorio thinks to himself, well at least this wasn't a total waste.
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