Stumble in the dark (Kreig)

by **Fallon** on January 24th, 2013, 2:07 pm

“I suppose it does sound like something from a children’s tale,” Fallon mused for a moment as her eyes once more looked upon Orvin, a brief flicker of a smile “Makes me wonder if this life will make a interesting tale when older.”
For a moment she was quiet, lost in her own musings before her attention was brought back. Fallon raised an eyebrow. If anything it was for how quickly Kreig answered her questions, and without any doubt. It was an openness that surprised her, a willing to share without too much effort. In the wrong hands, information like that would be dangerous, and a potential threat. Such information could bring unwanted attention, just like speaking about the use of Djed made others wary of mages and the like. It was perhaps favourable for him that she was not a woman who was not preying after potential knights and squires.
“A squire?” she paused for a moment looking the man up and down. She could hardly comment upon it, although he did appear to be one with some fighting spirit behind him, she could not judge on how good he was. Time was the best at revealing that.

“I suppose you must have some form of potential if you’re heading to Syliras,” Fallon turned her eyes away and looked out into the gloom “And more so if you’re also being escorted there. You must have impressed someone.”
Around them the gloom had turned to black, the night having enveloped them. Beyond the safety of the fire light laid goodness knew what, a world of monsters and creatures that would be dangerous to face. Quietly Fallon fed the fire, encouraging it once more to burn brightly. For a moment it was the crackling that filled the silence, her eyes staring into the flames unwavering as she thought.
“If your escort is out there, you think she’s going to be alright?” Fallon asked “It’s a big place out there after all.”

by **Kreig Messer** on January 25th, 2013, 2:41 pm

"Impressed? I guess you could say that, beating one of their knights in a bar fight then getting a letter of recommendation from said knight feels like an odd way to impress them" He chuckled "As for the escort...it was more a manner of convenience for myself, she is only escorting me as a side duty rather, not to mean I don't appreciate, if I had traveled with a caravan it would have taken much longer
He sighed as his eyes turned to the little wolf cub as he rested in front of the fire, allowing a slight smirk to creep upon his face.

'I am going to kill him' thought Natasha as she ventured throughout the forest in search of the wayward potential squire, the fact there was a trail of broken branches and pressed grass made it incredibly easy to find out where he headed. It also told her he made quite the bit of noise as he traveled since it meant for any hungry predator lunch was very nearby and VERY stupid.

"I doubt she will have any trouble finding me really, it seems she's been stationed in forest areas quite often so I she know's a good bit about the wilderness. Of course what I'm worried about is the tonguelashing I'll get, this was just supposed to be a simple walk and she told me not to get out of her sight, of course.... I ended up getting lost anyway' He put on a wide smile and touched his guantlets " I stand a better chance fighting guantlets then listening to her rant about my lack of obediance"

by **Fallon** on January 25th, 2013, 4:46 pm

Carefully Fallon poked the embers with a stick, keeping the flames alive. She gave a quiet yawn, but refused to let the nagging tiredness begin to take hold of her. She had to keep herself aware and awake, especially with this near stranger about. Even with his open nature, it was better to remain safe than sorry. She crouched herself down on the floor, rubbing her hands as she thought carefully.
“Tongue-lashing?” Fallon gave a laugh “I suppose if you’re going to be a squire you’d be getting a lot of that anyway.”
She watched the man touch the gauntlets, a broad grin forming upon his face as he did. They were no doubt precious to him, or something at least of importance. Then again she could hardly comment, her Kukri often caused the same effect when she was thinking about things.

She reached out and gently scratched behind Orvin’s head, watching the cub sleepily look up at her before lowering his head to his paws. Fallon glanced back up at Kreig, her eyes studying him once more.
What am I going to do with him? she thought Send him back out there? I could, he isn’t my problem after all.
Of course there then was the responsibility of sending him back out there, or at least trying to talk him back into it. Then there were the creatures that existed. It was perhaps luck that he had not drawn attention to them, but Fallon was not prepared to hesitate the notion that they were far from safe. For the wildlands had eyes that were always watching.
“So, you going to wait around until your escort finds you?” she covered a second yawn, her eyes turning away and staring into the dark once more. Watching, and waiting. Always. It was only a matter of time now.

by **Kreig Messer** on January 25th, 2013, 7:40 pm

"I'm no strangers to them surprisingly, when I went to a training establishment one of the trainers pointed out everything I did wrong, each thing he pointed out he added a rant to it. One rant had me compared to an unborn child, apparently it could lift a longsword better than me without even leaving its mother's womb..... I dared not ask the science behind that' He laughed, thinking it was funny now that he wasn't facing that mad instructor, shifting slightly as he put one leg over the other. His eyes turned back to Fallon and smiled as she pet the cub "Getting used to that will be a chore like no other'

Then the subject of his escort came back up again and he chuckled once more "Will if I went back I'll just get lost again...... I must have made so much noise that I woke every creature living in there " He chuckled before realization dawned upon him 'heh, I just caused a bit of trouble' As troublemaking Kreig could be, he doesn't mean to be troublesome to people he liked, any other time it was usually a drunkard or a thug and since it was in Sunberth where he did so, he usually felt pretty guiltless about doing such acts. This was different though, he actually liked this person and her wolf cub, with a sigh he stood up, unstrapped his guantlets from his waist and wore them over his fists "I suppose though.... I should be going, who knows, I might run into her" He gave her a slight wave and said his goodbyes to her and the wolf, before venturing back into the accursed forest.

After the passing of perhaps a bell she finally stumbled upon Fallon's campsite, dressed in her light armor, her longsword sheathed and by her side while she bared her sheild in her left hand. Slowly she approached Fallon and called out to her " Excuse me, you over ther, forgive for the disturbance but I am in search of someone" She said in a calm, authoritarian , tone. She hoped the windoak crest on her shield would persuade the person to answer, noting the wold cub that was near her. Part of her doubted she saw the wayward Kreig, but the messy trail she followed indicated he went through here, so it was worth a shot asking.

by **Fallon** on January 25th, 2013, 9:50 pm

Fallon watched the man sigh, a sense of heaviness grow upon him. But Fallon did not comment, it was none of her business anyway. Even when he stood, and gave his goodbyes she noticed a brief sense of regret. She returned the pleasantries, a quick smile and a wave.
“See you in Syliras,” she chimed after him as he disappeared into the forest that surrounded them. It was for these brief moments of silence that allowed Fallon to relax. An element calm swept over her as she leaned back, exhaling in the cold winter air. Peace reigned and peace lasted. There was no need to worry about the interfering outsiders that may of existed beyond the darkness. It gave her the time to relax and let her mind spread outwards, to reflect upon the days events.
Kreig, he seems alright. Talks a lot though. Most likely get him into a lot of trouble. She turned her head to the sleeping wolf cub, and gave it a gentle stroke, feeling the soft fur between her fingers. Soon she too would be in a similar state. Curled up and fast asleep, wrapped up in a cocoon that kept the outside world away. But not soon enough.

As Fallon once more tended to the flames, a sleepy expression filling her face, the wolf cub having now rested himself on her lap. But then movement reached her ears, the sound of heavy footsteps that came from the trail Kreig had made into the campsite. Her eyes turned up, and stared out across the flame to a woman. Or more obviously a knight. It was the crest that gave it away. Along with the tone and the weaponry. For a moment, Fallon was quiet, contemplating the words of the woman, before a quiet snigger escaped her lips.
”You there!” Hah! Blunt as always. This must be his escort though.
Fallon composed herself and looked upon the knight with a clear unwavering gaze.
“You’re looking for someone?” Fallon turned gave a smile “Male, Lanky, dirty blonde hair, and has gauntlets? You must be the escort he was talking about.”

by **Kreig Messer** on January 25th, 2013, 10:12 pm

For a few brief moments Natasha allowed a smile to form apon her face "Thank Yahal, yes that is the one and indeed I am his 'escort' so to speak, I'm afraid he left my view as I was preparing a fire for the cold evening' She said to her, her explanation line with Kreig's own " I do hope he has not inconvenienced, unfortunately he is unused to the wilds'" She spoke apologetically, then looked around for the wayward man, but saw no trace him " I see that, he is no longer here....oh dear, can you direct me in which direction he has gone " It was at this time to the howling of wolves could be heard in the distance, it was a call for the hunt. A prey had been found

Kreig had tried to run, he truly dead, but the growls of the wolves behind getting closer could be heard quite easily and his own clumsy movements have only hindered the Brawler rather than aided him in escaping them "Petch, PETCH, PETCHING OBLIVION PETCH" Shouted the Brawler, he had gotten lost again and worse he had attracted a pack of wolves who were on him like a peace of meat which, technically speaking, he was. Mere chimes late he realized he had reached a dead end in the form of a large tree, turning around with his back to it he could see the wolves looking at him. It was a small pack of three wolves and they looked particularly hungry "Why couldn't wolves like you be snuggly and cute like your cubs " He chuckled nervously as he raised his fists, but a sadistic smile formed as it was a fight, to the death maybe, but a fight nonetheless " I'm going to enjoy the petch out of this"

by **Fallon** on January 26th, 2013, 9:34 am

Fallon matched the words of the woman’s up with Kreig’s, listening carefully to the explanation and matching them up. She gave a small nod of approval when the stories added up, before her head turned about in the gloom.
“He only was an inconvenience me by scaring the life out of me,” Fallon gave a smile “As for dire-“
It was the deep, echoing howl that sounded out that cut Fallon off. She stood sharply, her eyes staring out into the gloom. For a moment she tensed, her fingers curling around the hilt of her Kukri, her other hand brought into a fist. She glanced at the knight, “I bet you five gold miza, he’s with them.”
Fallon nodded in the direction of the howling, the screaming hunting call sounding out above the trees. Her eyes darted about, swallowing down a potentially paralysing fear. She had to ready herself for what ever happened next, be it through aiding, or through escape. Even if she did have the small amount of experiences with wolves, they were only with a cub, not an adult with a hunting party.

“You’re gonna want my help,” Fallon gave a sigh “Aren’t you?”
It was a question Fallon already knew the answer too, for there was no doubt that the answer was going to be ‘yes’. So tightening up her leather armour, and rolling her shoulders, Fallon looked into the gloom, before stepping towards the direction Kreig went, matched with the howling cries of battle. She called upon her Djed, her mind ready to act and use it if need be. Though she rather she did not have to, unless there was no other way. But the face of battle was now upon them, and in battle any means of winning was acceptable.

by **Kreig Messer** on January 26th, 2013, 5:46 pm

'I'm afraid I will, to be exact the help of your cub" She said with an urgent tone " His sense of smell will lead us quicker than following Kreig's footsteps, which are no doubt convoluted thanks to his sense of direction" She said and give Fallon a brief glance, already she doubted the young woman's combat skills, but against a pack of wolves it was best not waste time as she unsheathed her dagger, which would be far more useful in the forest than her longsword, and ventured into the woods.

Kreig at this moment faced the angry stares of the wolves, there was only three but there could be more as well. Kreig was only concerned with one thing at the moment 'Kick their furry behinds' and 'Get farther from Fallon's camp' Grinning wildly, his fist were raised and as soon he twitched even slightly, one of the wolves came at him with a furious leap, its sharp fangs ready to tear into his neck, but was quickly interrupted by Kreig's instinctual raising of his arm and instead it bit the cold metal of his gauntlet. The wolf bit tightly however and its weight caused him to lower his arm, allowing for one of its pack mates to charge forward and attempt to tear out its throat just as its kin had attempted.

Instead of allowing another one of his arms to be disabled again, or get his teared out, he swung his the back left fist, the metal of the guantlet connecting with the side of the wolves face and knocking it aside, it emitted a satisfying whimper, but the third one moved like lightningh as is struck its fangs into his booth and pulled violently . Kreig tumbled on his back as the first wolf released its grip from his right gauntlet and again went for the neck "Stop aiming for the neck you majestic and scary bastards" His left grabbed its snout and then he brought his right and reached his metal clad fingers into its mouth, his hands trying to pull back its jaws in attempt to break them, but its powerful jaws resisted admirably but finally, as the adrenaline flowed into Kreig's body, ignoring his body's limit, hepulled the jaws wide back untill heard the lovely snap and the savage spark in the wolf's eyes was replaced by a dull lifelessness.

Kreig quickly tossed its corpse aside and brought one of his legs back and struck the wolf biting the boot of his other leg away, quickly e stood up, his right hand gathering up bits of snow and dirt as he did so and stared at the two remaining wolves and didn't realized he was bleeding from his left leg, he was too deep in his adrenaline rush to acknowledge the pain "HAHA, COME AT ME YOU MANGY MUTS" He shouted and taunted them with Pavi hand movements, laughing all the while.

by **Fallon** on January 26th, 2013, 8:18 pm

Fallon gave a firm nod, “Orvin, come.”
Although the cub looked at her sleepily at first, a brief whine echoing out as he got to his feet. The cub gave a snort, and padded up to her. Fallon gave the cub a quick stroke, her mind thinking of what she could possibly use to track the man.
“Right Orvin,” she spoke holding out her hand to the cub to sniff. She remembered that she touched him, and guided his hand to the correct points for stroking, and perhaps it still had some residue of the scent. She hoped at least.
“I need you to find the man from earlier,” she felt Orvin’s nose nuzzle against her hand “Alright? It’s your big test. Now go!”

She prayed the cub would understand. Ears perking the cub turned his attention to the howling, and for a moment he paused before bolting off into the undergrowth. Fallon made chase, drawing the Kukri as she disappeared into the gloom. It was only the yips from Orvin that guided her forth, keeping her far from the straying path. It was no doubt both sound and scent that attracted the cub, the clash of combat ringing out into the forest. Her pace quickened the howl of battle, the shouts of a battle cry growing clearer. It was close enough now that even the aid of the cub was of very little use. She glanced back at the knight in the dark, before preparing herself. She focused her Djed as she dashed forwards. The left hand of her astral form pulled away from the flesh, unweaving itself as it dislodging.

She leapt into view- or more over fell into view-, a full tumble into the wolf, the Kukri bared. Foolish perhaps as the fangs of the wolf snapped at her, a reaction to fight. She struggled against it barely able to use her strength against it as its jaw snapped at her. She raised the Kukri to meet it, and the two were locked, snapping and snarling at each other. She felt the weight of the savage beast fall upon her, the spark to kill and destroy filling its eyes. She could feel it’s hot breath against her, the clacking of metal against tooth as the wolf tried to lunge in once more, she felt the claws scratch at her skin, her arms straining as she fought back, a hand on the hilt, the other on the blunt edge of the blade.
“Get off me!” she shouted as she gave it a firm shove.

by **Kreig Messer** on January 27th, 2013, 7:47 pm

Natashed breathed a quick sigh of relief as the wolf cub picked up Kreig's scent from the young woman's hand and followed suite into the woods, she still had her doubts about the young lady's combat abilities but it was too late to do anything about that. Internally she wanted to give Kreig the biggest tongue lashing once they're done with the situation, another part of her prayed to Yahal for the Brawler's safety as within a few short minutes they had arrived to the scene of the battle. Glad she decided to switch her sword for her dagger previously as they moved, it would have been invonveniant in the tight confines of the forest as they were surrounded by tree's.

Surverying the battlefield she saw the blood pool under Kreig's foot and noted that his face was in ecstasy 'How unsurprising' His adrenaline rushed was being helpful there but hoped it would last till the very end of this conflict. She noted the wolf corpse and counted the two live ones ganging up on him, but then turned her head sharply and saw the young woman knocked to the ground and attempting to resist the wolf on top of her, seeing that Kreig wasn't the one in immediate need of help ,comparatively speaking, she moved in to attack the vile beast, only for another wolf to attempt to blindside Natasha herself only to narrowly miss by a hair.

Jumping back in a martial stance, her dagger raised and ready to stab and her eyes trained on the wolf that assaulted her 'Well....Shyke' she silently swore as she a got a good look at the wolf. Appearance wise it seemed no different from its kin, but there was that subtle gleam in its eyes that spoke differently, it seemed to be the alpha and unfortunately two more of its kin accompanied it.

In Kreig's corner of the battlefield, he was still enjoying the lovely euphoric feeling that flowed through his body as he waited for the other two wolves to attack him, but they were being more cautious as one of their own lay dead on the ground, a tad wary of the human before them and just seemed to crave for the same taste of blood they did, but for entirely different reasons. Kreig turned his head to look at each of the wolves, but at the corner of his right eye he saw a site that replaced that joy with a sudden feeling of terror and rage, seeing this as a weakness one of the wolves lunged at him only to have the snow and dirt that was clenched in Kreig's hand thrown at its face with some entering its eyes, causing it to welp and unable to see the knee strike to its side.

Quickly, Kreig ran to Fallon's side and violently kicked the wolf that was on top her in its stomach, sending it off her "Fallon! are you alright?!" He said in a worried tone, unable to explain himself why he felt so concerned over her other then he found his breif stay with her enjoyable. As he knelt beside her he forgot about one of the wolve's he was facing previously as it lunged at him from behind, its sharp fangs ready to sink into the back of his neck.

Completed Stumble in the dark (Kreig)