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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

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Postby Rook on March 4th, 2018, 5:28 am

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518 Spring 45th
North Ravok Outpost

When Rook woke, he first became aware of darkness covering his vision like a shroud. The second was a piercing hunger and thirst. Rook blinked his eyes and crawled forward, scraping his belly against the ground even as a resistance pulled at his back. His eyes, sensitivity heightened from the darkness, picked out the shadows of objects in the small room.

A small table with an unlit candlestick. Behind him, a bed. Someone had left him a scrap of hard bread and a bowl of water in one corner of the room. Rook crept from underneath the bed and leapt at the scrap of food, devouring it in a flash Finding his wolf form lacking his current needs, he shifted to his human form and poured the water down his throat.

His bare hands and feet ached against the cold stone floor. Rook gently traced the loud red lacerations of his palms and soles with the tip of his tongue, wincing at the taste of dirt and dried blood. His eyes fluttered closed. Memories of a six day run at the tail of ten horses rose from the depths of his mind. Struggling to keep pace. The screams of the Ebonstryfe. Rocks slicing into his footpads.

The shouts of hunger and thirst had quieted to a whisper, but Rook could still feel a weakness in his body that could only be cured with more food. Rook graped one corner of the bed and pushed himself to his feet, then cast around for the door. His legs bumped against a chair draped in clothes, and remembering his decency he cast on the dark, rough garments. Rook cracked the door, and once he was satisfied with the lack of movement in the corridor he stepped outside.

Rook’s nose led him to the barracks kitchen and then to breakfast. The cook grumbled about kelvic slaves eating twice as much and doing half the work, but gave Rook more bread and a watery soup that might have had some sort of meat in it at one time. He was still far from full, but for now it would have to be enough. After finishing, Rook slipped out the side door and blinked into the light of the outdoors and the dry, hot air.

The North Ravok Outpost bustled like a nest of wasps. Like the flying insects they resembled, Rook was uncertain if the inhabitants would go about at their tasks ignoring him, or if they would decide to swarm and sting. Rook’s master would have work to give to him, but members of the woman’s Unit frequently ordered him around as well, and he was expected to obey. If he had to choose, he preferred work from his master. She was not kind, but she didn’t intend to break him for fun either. After all, that would be her money lost.

For now he was ignored, which served Rook just fine. The kelvic skirted around a group of tents flanked by a group of loud, arguing men watched closely by a pair of amused stryfers, then greeted a trio of dogs standing guard near the South Gate. It might be another hour before the maned wolf’s master missed him, and the easiest way to get away with a bit of free time would be to do something she liked in his absence.
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Postby Rook on March 7th, 2018, 4:57 pm

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The South Gate was wide open for traffic and no one paid much attention to the solitary kelvic slipping out the gate and into the nearby nest of trees. After all, straying too far into the wilderness was a recipe for death. Rook’s master had been quite satisfied to learn his lack of wilderness survival skills. He wouldn’t go far from the Outpost and they both knew it. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t stray a little.

Rook breathed in. The hot arid wind carried with it the scent of pine and soil. Unsatisfied with his human nose, Rook stripped his clothing off and hung it over the nearby a branch of a tree. A moment later, he was a beast. The long-legged wolf breathed in the swirling scents of the nearby surroundings and his ears twitched with the sounds of the thick around him.

Rook missed his old life like the dull ache of a long healed severed limb. He remembered it and missed it and felt its absence, but it no longer hurt. His closeness to the wild was a prosthetic. Difficult to learn, unwieldy and far inferior to the original. But. It was new and different and it helped him to forget. He set his nose to the ground and inhaled.

The scents of the forest around him rose up in greeting. A sweet smell tickled Rook’s nose, causing his still aching belly to twinge. The kelvic pushed himself further into a thicket of heavy bushes, and felt his tail twitch excitedly at his find. Most of the bushes around the outpost had been stripped bare of anything outwardly edible and Rook had to resort to eating less desirable or hidden things if he wanted to fill his belly. A small bush heavy with blackberries was an ideal and rare find. Wasting no time, Rook began delicately pulling berries off of the bush and gulping them down. It didn’t take the kelvic long to devour the entire bush. The sugar gave Rook an energy boost, but the berries didn’t do much to fill Rook’s stomach. He needed something more substantial.

Rook cocked his head and listened. Large plant eaters tended to avoid the loud noises coming from the NRO and if hunters wanted to bag deer they usually had to go looking for them. It was a different matter for smaller creatures. Mice, rats and squirrels looked at the outpost as an opportunity. Trash that the Stryfers had no use for could make a delightful meal for a brave rat.

Rook circled back to the wall of the outpost, his nose to the dirt and ears cocked. The ripe scent of compost grew stronger and stronger until the wolf finally paused in front of a large pile of rotting food matter. Most of the citizens, save the slaves who were required to add to and rotate the compast, avoided this area. The smell, though intense, didn’t bother Rook. The challenge was in searching through the intense smell of rot to find the smell he really wanted.
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Postby Rook on March 7th, 2018, 5:53 pm

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Rook’s ears twitched at the sound of frantic heartbeats layered underneath the layers of compost. He tilted his head slowly, first one way then the other. The creatures, perhaps sensing his presence, held still. However, they could not quiet their beating hearts. Rook’s head slowly tilted from side to side, triangulating the sound of heartbeat and rapid breath. Finally, Rook stopped. His eyes focused on one single point in the pile of compost. He crouched, focused all his strength into his limbs, and pounced.

Rook’s nose and paws plunged into the compost. His jaw snapped once and a frantic squeaking echoed just to the left of his jaw. Rook turned rapidly to the side, jaw snapping once more as the mouse burrowed deeper into the compost. The only thing is mouth closed on was compost. Rook rapidly backed up, spitting the stinky debris back into the pile of compost. He stared sullenly at the pile of debris. All the rapid heartbeats had burrowed down deeper into the pile, far too deep for Rook to possibly reach them. He was an ambush predator, and his element of surprise was gone, as was his chance for a proper meal.

Rook turned away from the compost pile to see a pair of human slaves staring at him. They carried buckets, heavy with waste. One of them snickered, an unkind smile on their face. The other’s face carried an open look of disgust.

“Shyke slave covered in shyke,” the grinning one snickered. “How fitting. Can’t even catch a petching rat.”

Rook growled softly, showing his teeth. The second of the two slaves flinched and backed up several steps. Rook stepped forward, teeth showing white, but the first slave stepped in front of the second, grinning cruelly.

“Don’t let him scare you, he’s all snarl and no teeth.” Then, grinning coldly, the slave grabbed the bucket he was holding and flung it at Rook.

The attack came from nowhere, and Rook had no time to react. The slop covered Rook from head to toe, soaking into his fur. Shocked and confused, Rook bolted for the forest. The sound of the slaves’ cruel laughter echoed from behind him.

Rook whined softly as he fled into the forest. Though he did not mind the smell, he knew that the people of the camp most certainly would, and the sludge soaking into his fur was very uncomfortable. Safely away, Rook paused, sheltered in the shadows of trees. He shook his fur, but the waste was far too thick to remove with a simple shake. Still whining, Rook rubbed himself up against the nearby trees. Globs of waste stuck to them, but even more of it was rubbed into Rook’s fur. He whine grew louder. There was no way around it; he’d have to give himself a bath before returning to camp.

A few simple streams dotted the area, low thanks to the drought. Rook dispassionately scented and sounded one out. He looked despairingly at the tiny stream, but it was better than nothing. Rook took back to his human form and to the best of his abilities began to wash himself.
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Postby Rook on March 21st, 2019, 4:22 pm

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Your grades are here!


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Skills
*+3 Observation
*+2 Stealth
*+1 Socialization
*+1 Wilderness Survival: Forest
*+1 Foraging
*+1 Tracking
*+1 Hunting
*+1 Intimidation


Lores
*Ravok: The Route to the North Ravok Outpost
*Stealth: Keeping out of Line of Sight
*Foraging: Blackberries are Good to Eat
*Hunting: Triangulating the Location of Mice
*Self: Not Well Liked by Fellow Slaves


Rewards & Penalties
*Rewards?
*Penalties?


Notes
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