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Syka is a new settlement of primarily humans on the east coast of Falyndar opposite of Riverfall on The Suvan Sea. [Syka Codex]

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Postby Wikus on December 24th, 2016, 12:27 am

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60th of Winter, 516


Just like that, Wikus was awake.

The intense light of the sun blinded him, the male’s eyes squinting to look ahead. Loud cheers called around him, rising over the sound of the waves clashing against the nearby shores, as the boat rocked with the waters of the ocean. Pain manifested upon his inked flesh, almost as if his entire body was covered in a rash – which was, in fact, the feeling of sunburns present upon his skin. The gusts of wind alleviated his pains, soothing them temporarily before the air halted and the pain returned. Something was held in his hand, his blue eyes not needing to look at it before realizing it was his loyal whip what he clung onto.

More than a dozen men surrounded him, him being the epicenter of a large circle within what appeared to be a large vessel. All those distorted faces yelled in joyous rage, with their wrinkled tan faces, their ugly and uneven yellow grins, their unmanaged facial hairs. All of those men cheered for him, for Wikus was coated in the blood originated from the cadaver before him. Wikus stood tall against him, and his whip had drawn crimson lines upon the wooden floor, only for the water to accidentally smear it across the deck.

What was happening?

Questions invaded him, much like the violent tremble that invaded his frame. Where was Kenash? Where were the crops, the slaves, and the swamps? Where was Konrad or Fiachra? His breathing increased, becoming shallow and agitated, the panic attack taking him by surprise. Coins rattled down his feet, for the men couldn’t be more excited. Looking down, his stark naked body was also coated in blood, yet it was clearly not his. It wasn’t even blood, at least not all of it, for his chest had been coated in red paint. Confusion and panic took over him, the man’s eyes tearing up as his hands now rose to his golden hairs.

What had happened to him?

Much like his mind, his body also began losing control. The red ink that was coated over him began fading away, for soon enough his flesh had absorbed it. Now, the man’s frame became a living painting, turning entirely black in a matter of seconds before becoming normal again – a vicious cycle as twisted as the man’s very nature. The public cheered even stronger now, and even the losers could admire the unique individual they had before him. Unique, exotic, and terrifying, yet scared, weak, and easily manipulated.

Wikus stepped back, and looked at all the faces, for he was trying to find the features of someone familiar, of someone that was not enjoying whatever Wikus had done. He found none of those, for everyone laughed, and everyone’s saliva seeped out of their mouth. Whilst they laughed, and laughed again, Wikus began screaming, spinning in place as if an explanation was waiting just behind him.

The spectacle of the confused warrior grew tiresome, and two men stepped forth in order to tranquilize him. Wikus saw them, and instinctively stepped back, his right hand raising the whip’s handle.

The two individuals paused for a moment, yet whatever threat of rebellion from Wikus seemed to have been considered nothing but a joke, for their grins returned upon their features.

Wikus did not doubt, and his whip lashed forth, striking the right male right across the face with the fall.

With the sonic boom came the loud screams of the male, whose face had been split by a vicious gash. His hands went to his face as he fell on his back, screaming and rolling on the wooden deck. What had been a party of laughter died as quickly as it had begun, and those that wielded weapons quickly unsheathed sabers and rapiers, all blades pointing towards the tattooed Drykas. There was genuine surprise within every feature that surrounded the individual in question, as if there was absolutely no justification for his sudden change of attitude.

What had once been a scared man now become a terrified one. Wikus’ whip flew forth once more, branding the face of the second male as well, the overhand flick being devastating for anything that wasn’t a hard material.

As this happened, the whole crew of the vessel charged towards Wikus, whom was trampled over a dozen individuals immediately. Hands took hold of his limbs, of his body, and even his hairs. Nobody had stabbed him just yet, for apparently he was not wanted dead. Someone tugged at his whip, which was fortunately secured to the man’s wrist thanks to its wrist loop. Putrid breaths and sweaty palms is all Wikus felt, expect perhaps the impotence of being unable to defend himself from whatever was going on. He struggled very hard, shaking his entire body, making their task so much more difficult. They were beginning to take him away somewhere, perhaps in a cage or in a locked room thought Wikus. The idea of losing his own freedom is what he feared most.

With a break of luck, Wikus was able to break his leg free from whoever was holding it. With it, he caused great damage to the conglomerate, for a single stomp with his naked sole on the frame of a crewmate compromised the balance of half of the crew that gathered around him. It happened very fast, but the important thing was that Wikus managed to free himself entirely. As swift as lightning, he got on his feet, and without thinking twice, he vaulted over the side of the ship and into the ocean waters that separated him from the nearby shore.



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Postby Wikus on December 24th, 2016, 2:12 pm

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To state that Wikus reached the shore by swimming would be a blatant lie. As soon as his body harshly slammed against the salted waters (nobody had told him they were so salty!), the man’s panic only grew. Being raised in green plains, and having lived in them for most of his life, defying this new element was as impossible as it seemed. His arms and legs fought the waters, waving here and there as the water flooded his stomach. Wikus couldn’t reach the bottom, and if it wasn’t for the waves that fortunately dragged him to the shores, it was certain that he’d be fodder for the crabs. The agonic chimes passed, and somehow Wikus still lived whenever his feet connected with the sandy bottoms. His survival was guaranteed for the moment, for with all his effort he pushed himself deeper in-land, until he was able to fall on his knees and crawl forth on his fours out of the waters. The fact that wherever Wikus swam was tainted in black ink was also a noteworthy detail.

At the shore, Wikus limited himself to puke out all the toxic water he had swallowed. It felt as bad on its way out as on its way in. His breathing was soothed, even if his thirst was far from quenched after the round of vomit escaped him. Even if freshly out of the water, Wikus could feel the white sands gently scorching his flesh, for they were as warm as the sun that rose above him. Because of this, Wikus assumed it was summer. It seemed that whatever had happened to him had lasted only part of a season, which was a good sign. Had it been longer, it was likely that he’d have one of his anxiety attacks once again. Panting for a few moments, resting for once after an apparent eternity of exercise, at last Wikus’ head looked over his shoulder, eyes wide open.

As expected, he was not alone. A small rowboat was slowly nearing the shore, loaded with a few of those laughing men that chased after him for whatever reason. The fact that they possessed a vessel, even if it was as simple as the rowboat that quickly advanced forth, did not inspire much courage. On the other hand, Wikus only possessed his infinite health, his strong presence, his beard, and his whip – and the fear of those nasty crustaceans that crawled sideways on the beach. Wikus rose to his feet, with the full intention of running forth, far away from those individuals that chased him. However, just as he looked forth, and his blue eyes met the gigantic green forest that awaited him, Wikus froze completely.

Not even his wildest fantasies could imagine such a biome, and yet he was being a witness to it. For once, Wikus felt as if he was stripped from reality and tossed into a strange dream. His confusion was obvious. The words of the Deyhan-Woman, Kiva, came to his mind whilst he stared towards the vegetation. "Where trees touch clouds. Flowers grow as big as your head. Colors are more bright. A lot of green things.” Apparently, this was a ‘jungle’, as she had told him. Unless he wished to face a rowboat filled with armed men, Wikus would have to traverse it, and so he did.

Running forth, the jungle grew only bigger as the distance between the beach and its border shrunk. It was surprising how intimidated one could feel by nature. He breached its borders, and found himself in a green paradise. Everywhere he looked was overwhelmed by nature, big or small, with a thickness that defied logic. Flowers sprouted everywhere, vines grew everywhere. The fauna was just as thick, be it bugs, anthropoids, birds, reptiles, or some strange mammals that roamed the upper parts of trees. None of the vegetation was recognized by Wikus, for the biome was as alien to him as his situation. His bare feet advanced, left and right, turning here and there in hopes of losing his pursuers. Every now and then he’d stop and listen, not only to hear the progress of his pursuers, but also to make sure none of the fauna was after him.

Footsteps approached through the vegetation, the loud ruffle increasing in volume as it approached. Wikus ducked, and taking a hold of his whip, he waited. It was clear to him that attempting to use said flexible weapon in this dense biome would be futile, yet the whip had a lot of possible uses. He waited, and waited, and eventually a male walked right past Wikus, whom was ducking beneath some large ferns. Like a cougar, Wikus jumped behind him, and his whip was wrapped around the individual’s neck. Turning around, Wikus would bend his body forth, his back clashing against the back of his opponent, using the leverage in the favor of his strangulation.

Once the struggling ended, Wikus let go of the corpse and proceeded to loot him. The first thing that surprised him was that what he had considered his opponent lacked any sort of weapon. No sword, no knife, no nothing. Why wasn’t he armed? Wikus had assumed they were trying to kill him, yet the lack of weapon only expressed the opposite. However that may be, Wikus began undressing the corpse. The light cotton pants served to cover Wikus’ indignity, and the light white shirt provided some cover from the sun. A sort of long cloth served as belt, which Wikus used instead as protection for his head. The shoes were obviously discarded – Wikus did not like shoes. A few pouches came with the corpse, one of them containing an old folded piece of paper, and the other holding something far grosser – amputated fingertips. There was quite a handful of them, and they all seemed to belong to humanoids, or had belonged, in this case.

Wikus checked his hands and feet, and after making sure all his fingertips were there, he sighed in relief. Nonetheless, he took the pouch of fingertips with him, for he suspected they’d have a use.

Probably a snack.



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Postby Wikus on December 21st, 2017, 4:07 pm

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Trekking through the unknown biome wasn’t easy. Used to plains and grasslands, Wikus was at a loss with all this vegetation. Fate had plucked him out of his rightful place a long time ago, now only tossing him left and right like a loose dice, landing where he may without having a say. The worst of it, it seemed to him, was the inability to recall his previous location. Kenash and it’s swamps, the sight of slaves, and Konrad’s ugly mug… That seemed like an eternity ago. Today, he woke in a ship – a ship with water underneath it, which is grave enough – and surrounded by strangers. Time had slipped by just like the noose almost slipped around his neck. Were it not for his resilience in life, he’d be nothing but another body offered for the flies.
Pushing past the green maze of leaves, Wikus stopped every so often to listen. He’d listen the fuss of the wind on the leaves, the breaking waves in the distance, the repetitive songs of the birds and the unknown fauna around him. However, he heard no snapping twigs, no furious steps on the leaves and no yells of men, which was enough to, at least, feel some relief. The Drykas walked and walked, but the vegetation did not end. It would’ve been helpful to have a knife or a sword of some kind to chop his way through, as he felt his advance was minimal. That, however, did not spare the sweat from covering his whole body, which the heat and high humidity certainly did not help. Beaten, he dropped down and took a small break.

Whilst he calmed his breath, Wikus extracted the small piece of paper found on the murdered sailor. The font was unknown, as expected from an illiterate man. Lifting his hand, Wikus looked at his tattoos. Without hesitation, he pressed the ink against his skin, and with the familiar pain the ink was absorbed. The blank paper was now discarded, as Wikus proceeded to recite whatever it had said.
“Tall and blond, covered in tattoos. Large beard. Little to no clothing. Often carrying flowers.” Wikus paused. The words tattoos, beard, and flowers he recognized. The rest were unknown for him, for it was Common. Without jumping to conclusions just yet, he proceeded with the read. “To be brought back alive if possible. Return when you’ve got him.”

Gibberish. Even after repeating the words again and again, Wikus couldn’t figure out what they meant. Now that the message was recited whole, he finally jumped to conclusions; it described him. A bounty on him seemed unlikely, however; despite Wikus not being the friendliest of individuals, all harm he had caused was mostly to slaves and with good reason. He couldn’t imagine why anyone would put a bounty on his head. Maybe it was Kavala’s doing. Although lacking proof of any sort, he concluded that was one more reason to not trust the fish women. Standing back up, Wikus opened the bag of fingertips and inspected some of them. Not very fresh, but seemingly edible still. A handful of them made for an excellent snack, indeed, whilst he prepared to continue his journey through the jungle.

The Drykas wandered for what seemed to be hours, always advancing forth through the vegetation. There were no more breaks for him, despite the feeling of exhaustion barely letting him continue. It all paid out, however, once he found the jungle abruptly ending. It was so sudden, in fact, that Wikus fell to his knees, perhaps in joy or relief to have escaped. The heat was still there in all its might, and so was the humidity, but the sight was completely different. What had been jungle was now a beach of almost white sands, small bungalows scattered along with what seemed to be a modest but growing collection of stands in the beach. Some ships floated in the ocean, away from this little civilization – none of them seemed to be the one Wikus escaped from. Thirsty beyond words, Wikus began to drag himself out of the jungle just as he finally realized the growing sounds behind him.

The moment he looked back, he saw three individuals walking calmly towards him. One did not need many working neurons to figure out what had happened; he had been easily tracked through the jungle. Having wasted all his energy in pushing past the flora, the men behind him had found their path cleared for them. Perhaps they had only walked for ten chimes whilst Wikus had struggled for Bells. In a last ditch effort, Wikus began crawling away only to have his mane harshly captured, and before he could make a sound, a syringe stabbed him in the neck and made the bright light turn into darkness.



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Rude Awakening

Postby J'Ak on January 20th, 2018, 9:40 am

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G R A D E



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Observation +2
Weapon: Whip +2
Brawling +1
Scavenging +1


LORES

Observation: The look & sensations of sunburn
Whip: Overhand flick is devastating to flesh
Brawling: Stamping on a foe's leg
The Sea is very salty!
Falyndar: The Jungle Wilds
Whip: Using it to strangle
Scavenging: Looting a corpse


REWARDS

Cotton pants
White cotton shirt
A Letter of Warrant for Wikus' Capture



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