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Victoria South, Kastalian King's Hunter


NameVictoria South
SpeciesHuman
ClassBarren
Age22
GenderFemale (she/her/hers)
PlayerStorm
TimezoneRoseVille, MN UTC -6
#1


The gods hate us
because we killed them
Last time she was in the north had been for her training, now she was different. A fully fledged hunter now, and not the young woman she once was. Cold wind nipped at her ears, scowling she pulled her coat tighter around her frame. Clouds of hot breath slid from her chilled nose, sniffling she blinked. Snow clung to her lashes, she really needed to get out of the cold. Only reason she was hear was to get her daggers, specially crafted blades made by some fae smith who had taken on her work. Sighing she trudged through the snow, the desert warmth of the Sunnarst was where she'd rather be. Astride Veliks with her bow and arrows filling wyrms till they died, yet here she was. Freezing her ass off, in the north. 

"Turn left at the square, go straight... Bloody arse filled liar... Hope ye freeze ye damn balls off ye bloody shit!" She yelled over her shoulder, some townspeople stared at her and gave her a wide berth. Scoffing she kept walking and she finally found the shop, sighing she ducked inside and stomped the snow off. Dragging her hand through her hair she shook off the snow, her eyes had seen the smith hammering but she had gone into the shop to escape the cold. A gasp reached her ears, her golden hues twitched over a young boy stared at her. The boy was of mixed blood, something that was rare to find this far north. You could see the fae heritage in his face and ears, yet that didn't bother Tori one bit. The boy's mother was a master smith, something hard to come by. Especially with the fact that his mother was the smith and not his father, the hunter only knew this because of her work. She had traveled around the north fairly many times, yet only to this town where she had stayed after her training was complete. A small fact that wasn't wildly known, it was where she had told the smith that she would pay for her finest weapon once she was made a hunter. 

And when that had happened she had sent out a request for the smiths' work, and here she was now. After giving the boy her name and why she was here he ducked outside, she swept her eyes around the shop enjoying the little warmth. "Caoimhe, why didn't you come let me know you were here?" Smiling she turned around to face the smith, the woman's black hair was pulled into a tight bun. Signs of work marred her face, brown eyes crinkled into a smile as she hugged the girl. The heat from her forge still rolled off her like the sun off the dunes of Sunnarst, yet that didn't phase her at all. Laughing Victoria stepped back and cupped the fae's cheek, her second name was only known here. The smith had known she would become a hunter simply because of how stubborn and brash she was, she had also been one of the many smiths brought in to measure the new hunters for their custom armors. The fae had loved Victoria's idea for her training gear and actual armor, the gear was done. Her armor, however, was not, two smiths were working on it. So it would be perfect, "Taryn go get the daggers, they are cooled and ready for their scabbards." Nodding the boy went back outside to get the weapons, "You'll like them, girl. Well suited for a hunter who knows how to use smaller blades, how are you and Adrian faring?" 

Tori's smile was gone, pain clearly was written across her face. Turning her head away she stared out past the frosted windows, heart-clenching as it felt like her throat was being squeezed. A tear slipped down her cheek, wiping it away quickly she looked at the smith seeing the way the older female was staring at her with worry. "All I know is that he died two months ago." A sharp intake and the smith nodded, sadness filling her eyes as the subject was dropped and pregnant silence filled the room. The sound of feet on wood had her peeking past, Taryn was back with two daggers. Walking out of the shop with the new weight of her weapons didn't take away the pain, the mention of Adrian wanted her to weep and scream at the gods for taking him away. But she didn't dare, better keep this to herself for now. Heading to the inn she was staying at she nodded to the barkeep and made a beeline for the stairs, taking two at a time she went to her room and took off her coat. Free of the heavy furs she sighed, fixing her armored corset. Walking out she closed the door and went down to the inn's tavern below, already people were coming in to seek the shelter from the cold. With her weapons in plain view, she just looked like a sellsword, she had made it a point to not wear her hunter's armor.
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Cesare Ulfhednar, Outlander Alreider Pirate


NameCesare Ulfhednar
SpeciesHuman
ClassBarren
Age32
GenderMale (he/him/his)
PlayerNanna
TimezoneNorway UTC 2
#2

A day without sunshine is,
you know, night.






You know when people come up with excuses just to slip away and never return? Or at least try to? Or thinking of it really hard? That was what Cesare had done lately. Married life was not what he had expected at all - not that he ever planned on going through with this. But here he was, making his way through the center of Allkalder, just because Eysa talked a hole in his head and bored him to death at the same time. It should even be possible to do that. And she wasn't even pretty to look at. Thank god she had amazing boobs or he would have ended this a long time ago. No ship was worth that. Ever. Not even the fastest one the world had ever seen. But still..

Falla had started to take it's toll on the land and even though this was barely any snow compared to how it would be in ventra, he still had to kick some off his boots when he got through the door at the inn. It was almost a bit annoying, but he pushed it aside and went towards the large fireplace at the end of the common room. He got a hold of a chair and dragged it with him before promptly sitting down. Within a second he had signaled the barkeep to get an ale his way, not really paying any attention to the other people who had found their way here. He did throw his cloak on the floor though and opened up his shirt so that it got a chance to dry a bit before he headed out again. That wouldn't be for a few hours, but still. Better safe than sorry.

The barman came with the beer not long after, which was fine, as long as he didn't have to wait forever for it. He was on a schedule for heavens sake, one that would lead him to be drunk as hell in about a day or so. That was something to look forward to, and it made him grin a little before the ale was tasted. It wasn't gere, but it was still drinkable. With half of it gone he heard someone come down the stairs and as a lot of others did, he turned his head slightly to see what damned soul had ended up in this cold, unforgiving land he so fondly called home. And it was not what he had expected at all. 

The sight of her made him raised a split eyebrow, even though he didn't seem to have her attention. Not yet. He could not keep himself from feeling a tad amused by her show of iron force. That would definitely be interesting to watch the rest of the night, as he was sure that few would leave her alone. He would behave though. Maybe. Or not. 



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"Are you as surprised as I am that I'm the only one here behaving myself?"


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Victoria South, Kastalian King's Hunter


NameVictoria South
SpeciesHuman
ClassBarren
Age22
GenderFemale (she/her/hers)
PlayerStorm
TimezoneRoseVille, MN UTC -6
#3

The gods hate us
because we killed them
Eyes tracked her, most women would have had their skin crawling at the feeling. Yet it was something she was used to, all she had to do was give a few dark looks and many backed off. Those that didn't well lets just say that got a good view of her back, and the scars that peeked out of her armored corset. A hiss of air from her far left had her stopping, a barmaid was staring at her back. With her head half turned she could see the pale girls face go even whiter, snorting she subconciously lifted a hand and freed her hair. The braids fell the rest of the way down her shoulders as her brown and auburn waves covered her back. The girl scurried away, her mug of ale shaking as she walked. Rolling her eyes she headed for the bar, the barkeep nodded when he saw her approach.

"You rarely let your hair down lass, whats the matter now?" Leaning against the worn wood she stared at the older man before she sighed.
"Ye know how it is, especially when I come up here." The man nodded, his cloth wiping down mugs and the wooden counter as well. Feeling the stick of old ale and sweat from the drunks left on the wood, Tori leaned back. The sound of skin peeling from the nasty wood made her want to head back up to her room, chuckling the man just gave her a look. "Don't ask lass, better keep that pretty skin of your's free of more scars." Snorting she smiled when he wordlessly passed her a mug of ale, raising a brow in thanks she took a drink. The feeling of being watched had her stilling, turning her head she swept her eyes over the crowded inn. Her sight landed on a man sitting before the fire, shirt open wide made it known he was trying to dry off. Yet that didn't stop her from looking him over, gaze rising slowly from his torso to rest on his scared face. The lines that cut away from his mouth in a cruel manner made her want to look away, yet she found herself studying his face. The scar that angrily clawed its way down his face, revealing the murky eye beneath. Her own scars stung, memories of claws and sword tearing into flesh had her flinching, absently her right hand drifted to the fresh ones across her stomach. Those had truly almost cost her her life, ones that still were angry and red under her armor.

It was why she had come to retrieve her daggers, the memory alone made her stomach roll. Just thinking of the pain she felt had her flinching again, blinking away the ghosts she noticed she had been staring at the man. The ale hadn't even fully taken to her body yet she was now blushing like she was drunk, coughing she tore her eyes away. Leaning back onto the bar she set the mug down, no longer wanting to drink the sweetened alcohol. "There's been talk of a dragon near the town, should we send for the hunters?" Whispers of a dragon caught her attention, giving the barkeep a look she turned to the ones who spoke. Why would a dragon wander near the town? She may be a hunter but she didn't have the seasons to take on a dragon alone, that was asking for an early death. Hunters were normally dispatched by the captain, who heard from the king's advisors of dragon sightings in the land. Yet for one to so boldly come this close? Not liking what she was hearing Tori drummed her fingers on the bar, a hand on her shoulder had her stiffening the stench of fresh ale followed. Oh for the love of the gods, what now?
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