Post by ★|Sayu on Sept 17, 2017 8:44:25 GMT -7
[attr="class","appname"]RAUJ "HAMMER" [attr="class","appsub"]"Its Better to Cross the Line and Suffer the Consequences then to Just Stare at the Line for the Rest of Your Life." |
[attr="class","appcat"]MALE [attr="class","appcatsub"]GENDER | [attr="class","appcat"]SHADOW [attr="class","appcatsub"]ATTUNEMENT |
[attr="class","appcat"]HALF-ROGUE [attr="class","appcatsub"]RACE | [attr="class","appcat"]INFIGHTER [attr="class","appcatsub"]CLASS |
[attr="class","appcat"]22 [attr="class","appcatsub"]AGE | [attr="class","appcat"]THIEF & INFORMANT [attr="class","appcatsub"]PROFESSION |
[attr="class","appcatsub3"]PERSONALITY [attr="class","appcat3"]Rauj tends to be a bit of a thinker, so he usually allows others to talk and tries to keep his thoughts to himself. Mainly because his thoughts would more than likely cause fights. He is a rather level headed and intelligent, but tends to be selfish and blunt. He's also a bit of a prankster, using it as a means to mess with people and test his abilities. Extremely proud of his speed, he tends to make attacks that are two slow to harm him look effortless to dodge, which tends to make it seem like he's showing off, but in actuality he's merely using the most efficient way to dodge while burning the least energy. His belief in most cases is 'information is power' so he tends to be a bit nosy, finding other ways to gain more information if the primary is barred due to his crap-tacular speaking abilities. Though while he does prefer to stay quiet and think, he does tend to get bored of a topic quickly if there's no further input, so he might nag, change topic, or merely lose interest if he finds himself no longer entertained. |
[attr="class","appcat"]POSITIVE TRAIT [attr="class","appcatsub"]✓MONEYBAGS [attr="class","appcatsub"]✓FOCUSED [attr="class","appcatsub"]✓GOOD SENSES [attr="class","appcatsub"]✓WAIT... | [attr="class","appcat"]NEGATIVE TRAIT [attr="class","appcatsub"]×KLEPTOMANIA [attr="class","appcatsub"]×HATES LOCKS [attr="class","appcatsub"]×EASILY BORED [attr="class","appcatsub"]×WHERE IS MY WALLET? |
[attr="class","appcatsub3"]APPEARANCE [attr="class","appcat3"]light-weight leathers made to improve maneuverability as much as possible. hide/scale mesh boots for a combination of breath-ability, durability, and flexibility. spiked knuckles are his main weapons and he wears them out in the open as a kind of warning, along with the rather large totem on his back. hat/visor (never removed unless necessary) gift from his mentor, enchanted. when used in conjunction with his unusually wide collar allows him to conceal his presence somewhat. (will define the extent with a comparison later) knuckles: slightly heavier than they look, can inflict not only attacks with massive impact, but puncture damage depending on whether the attack thrown is as hook or a jab. can be used in conjunction with... spark ring (right hand, ring finger): one of his greatest finds and most prized possessions, he never takes it off. the ring is an enchanted artifact it appears to be a simple band, but if examined blue lightning can be clearly seen coursing through it. can be tapped into to provide a limited charge of voltage to the user to be used however they wish. enough to send a decent shock though a person possibly paralyzing them for a second... when used by one w/o a connection to arcana. said to possess many more abilities when properly utilized by one blessed with arcana. totem: could be used for boppin foo's, sure... rauj uses the item in a slightly different way. when in contact with the ground (slammed down, handle pointing skyward) the sacred item creates a kind of 'battle field' for him, allowing him to move even faster within it. field is about the size of a ufc cage. in order to work it has to be in contact with the earth. after being set, it is set; as in the effect cannot be reproduced for awhile, and removing it from that spot will cause the ability to go into a kind of cool-down (3hrs) as it recharges the energy recently released. belt: possesses small inner pockets where he keeps various tools of the trade: (enchant-able lock-pick for those magic infused locks, shuko+ashiko [claws for climbing walls hands and feet respectively], powders for smoke + flash bombs), boots: comfortably hides small daggers within. height: 5' 10" weight: 179lb eye color: ruby red |
[attr="class","appcatsub3"]COMBAT PREFERENCES [attr="class","appcat3"]Being a close-range fighter Rauj tends to get in close and quickly at that, but understands his inability to take a hit quite well. In battle you could say he moves like an out-boxer, waiting for his moment to strike before dashing in and hitting his opponent with and overwhelming flurry of blows, swarmer-style. Due to his need to get in close though, Rauj tends to be more of a co-operative attacker, taking advantage of openings granted by others or events happening during a fight. Solo or in a disadvantageous position he has no qualms about retreat, or leading his opponent into positions that would quickly reverse the situation. His speed and agility greatly assist in those regards usually though, as well as the various tools he uses. Rauj is less likely to charge headfirst into a conflict, instead letting the conflict come to him, or allowing others to tank while he provides hefty burst damage using them as a wedge of sorts, holding the door open for him to lay the smack-down. |
[attr="class","appcat"]STATS [attr="class","appcatsub"]SOCIAL [attr="class","appcatsub"]MIGHT [attr="class","appcatsub"]STEALTH [attr="class","appcatsub"]ARCANE [attr="class","appcatsub"]ENDURANCE [attr="class","appcatsub"]AGILITY [attr="class","appcatsub"]SPEED [attr="class","appcatsub"]ACCURACY | [attr="class","appcat"]RANKING [attr="class","appcatsub"]0/10 +0 [attr="class","appcatsub"]2/10 +0 [attr="class","appcatsub"]7/10 +0 [attr="class","appcatsub"]0/10 +0 [attr="class","appcatsub"]2/10 +0 [attr="class","appcatsub"]7/10 +0 [attr="class","appcatsub"]9/10 +0 [attr="class","appcatsub"]5/10 +0 |
[attr="class","appcatsub3"]BIOGRAPHY [attr="class","appcat3"]… Bursting out of the resulting smoke, Hammer and Wedge barely evade the gangster's incoming fire, dodging and weaving through the back-alley streets desperately trying to get to their agreed rest spot. At one-point splitting paths, wedge leaps cleanly over a low wall, only to find that there's a long drop behind it, panicked but still professional, he grabs the edge and roughly slams his body against the brick of the building. He rests for a second as he scans the wall, seeking divots to safely lower himself to. He begins his decline as soon as possible, knowing his pursuers were close behind... In fact... "There he is!" the bigger man shouts to his stout companion pointing downwards towards Wedge, who quickly glances up in response before resigning himself to pain and dropping towards one of the lower level alcoves. He lands hard on his left side, something is definitely out of place as his arm seems to no longer respond to his commands without wracking him in pain. the next gunshot barely misses his right ear, causing wedge to jolt left and notice he really only barely made that leap in the first place, there wasn't much keeping him on there either. Rolling back towards more sturdy ground he uses the nearby wall to quickly force himself back to his feet and takes off once again attempting to use the space gained and the many buildings nearby for cover, helping to throw off the men tailing him.Hammer attempts to stay up high, using the gaps and unique structures of the area to throw off his followers. He leaps from building to building using literally anything but stairs to raise and lower his position as quickly as possible. At first, he was dealing with five to seven people, but as he landed his 9th long jump he had reduced that to about four. He found himself impressed that they could keep up honestly. "Dammit, I might have to get confrontational here..." he exasperates, glancing back quickly to get a grasp of where each of his tails were. He spots two behind him and sees the other two attempting to cover his sides. "Not bad", he says as he approaches another gap in buildings. He slips something out of one of the many pouches in his belt and instead of making the leap, jumps down into the alleyway. Using the shunko now affixed to his hands he slides down the opposite wall with almost no difficulty and hangs a left, followed by another left, leading back the way he came. He soon cuts another right, now heading behind his left side follower. His two direct apprehenders have a bit more difficulty getting down, not expecting the sudden drop, but soon enough catch up to where they suppose Hammer had disappeared to. Discovering the crumpled body of their compatriot groaning, they pause for a moment, clearly intending to pass him by. That moment is all the thief needs to make his move. He cripples one with a heavy sweep using his massive totem, his leg twisting unnaturally as he tumbles into his ally before him. The sudden movement and yelp startles the member in front of him as he attempts to turn around and face their attacker, only to have the large weapon brought forcibly to his skull. Taking a quick breath, Hammer triangle jumps vertically up the alleyway and gains some height before the last groupie finds the crumpled mass of his comrades, Hammer stops short before he reaches top of the building and brings the last member to the floor face first before taking off again. Hearing gunshots he whirls back and dashes towards the source of the sound, figuring that it would be the best clue as to Wedge's position. Wedge weaves though the maze of building and finally reaches the crowd for the event going on this evening. The main streets are packed with merrymakers jostling and yelling, waving around their own glowsticks and performers dance and sing to the various beats wailing from the instruments on stage. He doesn't take any time to take it all in, weaving elegantly through the crowd despite his injuries, he can’t help but feel hopeful as he closes in on the costume shop the pair had decided would be their meeting place taking no time to slip in greet the shopkeeper and slide into a changing room. He has some difficulty slipping into his festive garb, but struggles through it, handing off the package to one of the shopowner's assistants once he's done. Wedge finds his way back into the crowd weaving his way over to the riverbank where he had agreed to meet his companion. He sighs, looking at his arm and attempting to move it, but to barely any avail. He goes to take a seat, but before he can he's suddenly grabbed from behind and gagged deeply, his jaws no longer able to connect. Surprised he gasps, and begins to try and struggle but before he can his arm is suddenly reset, the intense pain making him cry out and bite down hard, though it doesn't make much of a sound. The person behind him lets go and takes a few steps away leaving Wedge to try and recompose himself, steadying his breathing as the pain dulls. As he tries to relax, he notes the gag has a sweet taste and he savors it somewhat, smacking and sucking on the cloth a bit as it seems to help him soothe his nerves. He finally removes the gag after a few beats, and turns towards his assailant but doesn't seem too worried, he merely groans a bit before saying, "Man, why the hell do you constantly feel the need to give everyone a fucking heart attack?" Hammer chuckles in response as Wedge slowly rotates his shoulder. Still sore, but he could move it now, so that's a plus. "Seriously... I mean thanks? But fuck you." Wedge shifts and shakes himself down a little, trying to ease his rattled nerves. "What the hell was on this cloth by the way, it was really sweet." Hammer takes a flask from his belt, "My own mixture, I call it Ethylene Glycol. Whaddya think?" "That name is ass. It'll never catch on." "Heh. You got something better?" Wedge thinks for a moment as Hammer tosses him the flask. He pours a bit into the cap, noticing its clear color and sniffing it only to notice it has no scent, yet it had a lemon taste to it. "Hmm. There a reason it tastes like lemon?" Hammer responds with a shrug, "Put a bit in. It's just kind of 'sweet' without it." "Call it Ether L." Change the letter to fit the taste. "… Not Bad. Will do." Wedge takes a few steps forward, sitting at the riverbank before he sips the capful. "Can I get a buzz off of this?" A nod in response, "Yeah, it’s a bit spiked." "… And you just hopped in the kitchen and whipped this up yerself eh? Oh excuse me, 'professor.' I meant the 'Lab'." Wedge says sarcastically, gesturing quotations with his free fingers. "Why are you even a Thief anyway? You're clearly better at creating. The smoke bomb earlier? This drink here? I've even heard that giant stick was your own creation." He motions at the Totem strapped to the thief's back. Hammer shakes his head lightly in denial as he comes to rest near his colleague, "Nah, I can't take all the credit for this... call it a memento of sorts." Wedge groans loudly, "For the love of- STOP with all the cryptic bullshit! For once just tell us what the hell is going on with you?" Hammer raises an eyebrow "...Us?" Wedge stutters as he continues "O-only a few people have any idea who you MIGHT be, some of us have even started some crazy ass theories about where the hell you've come from! File thinks you're royalty that's fallen from grace! Chisel thinks you're actually part of some top secret military deep cover unit! Hell, Driver thinks you're a Rogue!" Hammer bursts out laughing "What?! Fucking ROYALTY? AH-HAHAHAH! Royalty... Really... Heh... Alright, alright, you've caught me in a good mood... I'll clear up the confusion, you've got yerself an exclusive here, get to witness the thief beneath the visor..." "GET. ON. WITH. IT." Wedge counters dismissively at Hammer's attempt to be suave. "Suffice to say Hammer, no matter what you were before, you're a thief now. I'm expecting this story to be an absolute shit-show honestly. You're cloak and dagger. You don't play fair, you take what isn't yours, and it's clear you don't do it as much for the thrill as to just get though life. Especially after what happened to-" Hammer stops him short, "You're ruining the mood. You're not wrong though. It’s a means to an end now. I didn't consider it like that when they were around." He sighs and begins his tumble down memory lane. "Thief huh. Hm. Yeah. I guess. Say what you want I suppose, but it's just another way to live. Holy men persecute others within and without their belief. Officers of the law imprison people who did what they needed to do to provide for their own, or even jail those who have done nothing, wrongfully; Even if those above them or around them are even worse crooks. Businessmen tend to be cutthroats and are willing to take everything, even if they never actually worked a day on the line..." "You're preaching..." "Look, bottom line is, You do what you're best at, given the opportunities you're given. It's ironic in its own way. We hang the petty thieves and appoint the great ones to public office. Why do you think the 'profession' exists?" Wedge shrugs, as Hammer continues, "Then again. I've got nothing to prove. We call people who act like nothing has ever been taken from them liars... Even the privileged sometimes get robbed by those with more power than them. Even kings lose everything to natural disasters and 'Gods', If Gods realize what a cruel action this is and perform it themselves, why can't we?" "… " Wedge takes a sip from the flask with a skeptical look towards Hammer. "You find that thought process odd? Heh. Thinking outside of the box is what turns a mere commoner into an innovator. My Father was one of those." "A thief?" Wedge retorts with an asinine grin. "Heh, sure. More like an inventor, a man of science, yanno? Taught me much of what I know. He was brilliant... and yet..." ... "What? You're just gonna let him go?" The boy attempts to race after the younger girl, but is then tripped up by a growth from the ground. Catching himself with his hands, he looks down at his ankles and the root around them, then back up to the man who just let the little thief get away. The older man is of a slim build and has a caramel tone to his skin, only visible in the dark of the night because of the faint glow coming from his hand. The reflection of light from his glasses block out his eyes but the boy is easily able to see the playful smirk on his father's face due to the light. "Not worth the chase, we can live without a corner of bread." The root releases its grip on the boy and the older man reaches down to help the boy up, only to be tripped and pulled down himself. The pair laugh and after a short scuffle head back inside. The house is a mess inside, yet gives off the warmth only a home could. In the living room a large table stands in the center taking up most of the room, riddled with various graphs, scripts, notes, plans, and blueprints. A board occupies one of the corners of the room, certain scripts and scribbles occupying most of its face as well, with small shreds of noted paper tacked haphazardly around its edge. In the kitchen, the counters hold various tools of measurement, beakers, rulers, meters, balances and scales. While the table itself was actually quite clean and empty, two chairs on opposing sides. The child sits down as the older man continues to make them something light, a salad with various vegetables mixed in, sided by a loaf of bread gratuitously buttered... Missing a rather large chunk. After taking a seat, the child looks up from underneath his visor at the missing chunk, clearly still a bit aggravated with the current state of affairs, he rudely jams his fork into the bowl. "Pops, why did you even let her in? You know she's been hiding in the woods nearby watching us for a while now, you knew she was up to no good." The older man grins and shrugs, "She looked hungry." He chuckles then continues, "I don't think she would've run away if you stopped staring at her." "But! She had so many scars! I couldn't help it!" His father looks at him and just stares for a bit. The boy goes back to eating, and so does his father, but his father keeps his gaze on him. After a few more bites... "Ok, ok. I made her a bit nervous didn't I?" The older man slowly nods before speaking again. "So, now that we worked out the kinks on the trigger mechanism we should probably see if we can tweak the timing into something more manageable, one that makes it easier to get away before it goes off." "Yeah," the child responds, "we have to make it so there's enough time to see it, not too long though." "Easy enough to do with magic, but we need one that'll work regardless of one's magic capability. So how would we go about it?" The father asks in his usual fashion. "That's how it was, we'd create all kinds of items for non-magically inclined individuals. Because of it, we were always working on something, and honestly almost every idea he would come up with I enjoyed... We'd get so caught up in it, so deeply involved in our work..." Hammer pauses and lets out a sigh, Wedge takes another long swig, to which Hammer slowly shakes his head at. "… That's probably why we never even noticed an attack coming in the first place." "Before we knew it, the entire building was on fire." "Romulus Durant! GET OUT HERE! HAND OVER THE RINGS!" My father had already smuggled me to the edge of town by that point, had racked up quite a body count on the way there. He was far better at it than you can imagine. Some of the moves I do are merely what I remember of his own. I remember him going though weapon after weapon, just sort of, dancing though them, never breaking stride as he guided me to somewhere safe... Eh, I'm probably just not remembering it that well. What I do remember though, is in order to protect me, he had to let his Greatest Creations go. The only thing he felt he absolutely needed to bring with us was this box you see... It looked normal to me, but before he closed it, I saw a few rings, there were a few empty slots, as if some had been taken. The way he held it I assume he gave them to people he trusted. We were being shot at and he threw the box to divert the bullets, desperate and foolish in retrospect, but I guess I can take a bit of solace in the feeling that he valued me more... At the time I guess. I remember the regret in his eyes the moment that box shattered, its contents spilling out every which way. See, I didn't quite understand it till later, but after a bit of study, I learned my father specialized in Spell Weaving, must've studied it in the East at some point. Using that some protraction and I suspect a hex of some sort, he was able to infuse a few rings with absurd amounts of power. Merely by focusing and envisioning the result you want, they're able to grant it to some measure, even if you have no prior experience in the energy they release. 12 of them in all. Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, Lightning, Ice, Plant, Magnetism, Gravity, Light, Shadow, and Sound. Each one is a catalyst, able to access the energy it is attuned with easily. Self-sufficient too, there are quicker ways of charging them of course but they can actually regain energy on their own as well. There may even be more, I suspect they work even better when coupled with others from the same set, but that's all I can tell you... It's definitely what they were after though. They went after those rings like flies to shit. We weren't even much of a concern afterwards, or so I thought. Another Sip. Hammer glances over at Wedge who is now wavering a bit, but still seems to be listening. So the thief continues. My father was much less talkative after that. He seemed to grow cold, distant almost. I mean I get it, everything had changed, but even in his face he seemed irritated and anxious, as if he was barely holding himself back from heading straight back the way we came. He almost seemed possessed, he didn't sleep much either, up far before I was, not even sure if he slept at all honestly. After what seemed like at least 2 weeks of travel in near silence, we reached one specific forest that seemed different. From the moment we entered I felt as though we were being watched, I'm sure he felt it too, he seemed on edge the entire time we traveled through it. We eventually happened upon a village that reminded me much of a fortress, tall walls, cleverly designed in a way they made it seem like more forest to the unobservant. There were two large female rogues guarding the gates, and without me even noticing when, four more appeared behind us with barely a sound. They stood at the ready, prepped to gut us if we even gestured the wrong way, just from the way they reacted they seemed to particularly dislike pops. "Call Taliah. Tell her Durant would like a word." There was no warmth in way he said it, he didn't spit the words, though, more like sighed them. Whoever he needed to speak to, I could tell he wasn't too fond of... At least not then. One of the rogues knocked against the massive gate. There was a bit of a pattern to her taps, before she returned to her stance. There was a beat of intense silence and tension while the group waited... A thump soon rang out, quickly followed by another much closer one, that drew my eyes to one of the nearby trees. I then caught a blur that landed a mere few inches from in front of my father. He didn't flinch, merely looking up at the large female rouge that rose slowly, till she stood at least a foot above him. "Rom..." It growled out to a rather toothy grin that matched the excitement in her eyes. "How have you been Taliah?" Dad responded as I slowly walked up to stand beside him. I could barely see his eyes but he was definitely a bit irritated; keeping his face straight and stern in her presence as if dealing with a man of the military. "Peachy." She chirped back. She sniffs audibly perking her nose up momentarily before stating "Better than you at least, 'Prometheus'. Seems everything finally came to a head. Just like I said it would." She smirks, clearly trying to get a rise out of pops, but he merely sighs again. "Mmm. I'd have a mind to believe you were involved, but based on how warm this reception is, I can still you still aren't found of my kind." "Tch. Speaking of..." She shifts and steps forward, crouching down to look the boy directly in his eyes. He inches back a bit in turn, but tries to stand defiant returning his glance from beneath his visor. She sniffs again, and this time her eyes widen. She quickly snatches the visor off the child causing something very strange to happen... The child catches a glimpse of the ring on her finger, reminding him of the ones he saw in the box his father had been clutching tight before it was destroyed. She looks back at Romulus as if trying to confirm her suspicion with him. "It's just as you suspect." He calmly responds with a bit of a smirk, eyes shielded by the light's reflection. She maneuvers around the child examining him before returning to her original position. "Scrawny." She mutters. Clearly disappointed. Father's features shift back to sullen, "I need you to take care of him for a while. It hopefully won't be too long, but please, keep him safe until I return." The child's head jolts to look back at his father "But Dad, please..." "Rauj." He states sternly as the boy stands at attention. "…" Rom relaxes somewhat, crouching so that he is eye level with his son. "Rauj. Daddy has to go do something important. Something much more dangerous than anything we've ever done in the lab. They took some extremely dangerous items I made a long time ago. If used the wrong way they could hurt a lot of people and daddy needs to make sure that doesn't happen." Romulus reaches into his bag grabs two items, and takes the visor back from Taliah, who relents the hat with another 'Tch' of irritation. "Hold onto these for me, I promise I'll return for them as soon as I can." He hands the boy a decorated note book, his Visor, and a small sparkling trinket. He then turns the boy around towards the large rouge woman and nudges him forward. "Take good care of my greatest treasure, Taliah, after all, he's your child too." The boy looks up at her again as the realization starts to kick in, "You're... My Mum?" Taliah rolls her eyes and instead regards Rom once again as he prepares to head off. "Don't take too long Prometheus, or I'll make a "Man" outta him as well..." She licks her chops as Romulus pauses. "Taliah..." He vanishes and reappears next to her in the next breath. The other rogues shift to attack but she raises a hand, stopping them. "… The only reason I'm even leaving him with you is because they've been hounding us this entire time. You're the closest ally I have in terms of distance, and they wouldn't dare attack the village while you're in it. Don't make me regret this decision. I Will be back. Sooner than you seem to think. He may be older by then, but definitely not enough for that. Train him if you want, but any further better be by his prerogative." He turns towards his son and kisses him on the head, "Take care and be not only strong, but smart too. Study when you can." He then turns and takes off truly this time, the last I saw of him was right then." I was taken into those gates and didn't see civilization again for quite a while. "Saaa he levvt ya sarroundad bai varriar vohmahn. Dawsn't seem sah bahd tah meh!" Wedge now reduced to not much more than a drunken stupor manages to rattle out. "Heh. Compared to what I went through in the 'camp' I went to for thievery? That village was Hell. I could barely function near females after what I went through there. Why do you think I'm usually so cold towards the 'fairer' gender? I see em' for what they are. Deceptive. Cold. Merciless. Those women would've eaten me alive if I didn't get out of there." The hierarchy of the village allowed for a few positions, Chieftan, Spiritual Leader, Warrior Chief. Each position was headed by women, of course. The chieftain made most of the major decisions, ensured supplies and trade made it to and from the village, any political aspects, all her for the most part. The Spiritual leader shared a bit of influence the chieftain did, but also made sure the gods stayed pleased with them and that their 'treasures' stayed safe. The war Chief handed just that. War; and the maintenance of the village's fighting force. Taliah, was the war chief, and was honestly none too pleased with the other two. Felt they were far too passive. Feared that eventually, they would fall to the whiles of the outside world and become weakened by its vices. She was quite the purist you see, valued strength first and foremost. She wanted to use the treasures to assert dominance over neighboring villages taking it all and any connections they had for her village instead. How? Well the treasures I speak of, were basically a key and an amplifier. The key granted strength all by itself, but only to the one person attuned to it. The amplifier could grant that same power to many. Both were separated most of the time, one held by the chieftain, the other owned by the spiritual leader. This... Didn't sit too well with Taliah. She'd often take her anger out on the males of the village, which bothered next to none of the stations, as long as enough were left alive to mate with. See the men in that village played the roles of house keepers, servants, sex slaves, attendants... The woman ran society there. No equality at all. The men possessed nearly no rights. Any that got uppity and out of line? Torn apart and broken to become subservient again... Taliah treated me no different despite being my mother. I took care of the house hold, if everything wasn't shipshape? I got beaten. I got into a routine where I made sure everything was as perfect as could be before I attempted to get some studying in, she made a routine to ruin everything before she left. I guess she held quite the gripe against my father and decided to take it out on me. One day I decided to check out what she actually did around town while she was out, turns out she trained the females of the village. I watched on day after day, always making sure to get back first. After few times studying routes and such I was able to map out the fastest route to and fro, figures a few days later she finally noticed me watching... Heh. Gave her a hell of a chase before she actually did catch me. For the first time since I had been there, she actually laughed in my presence. She was impressed by how fast and agile I was, though I suppose you could count thanks to how truly terrifying it was to have the village's greatest warrior destroying everything in her path to catch you; so, she decided I was worth training... At first it was just a few intensive agility and speed challenges, but as times passed on I was fighting other warriors of the village, and no matter how badly I was doing she refused to help me. And of course, she had sent out the word, letting all the fighters now I was the son of one of the strongest warriors she had met outside the village so they came at me with everything they had. Needless to say, I learned fast, and had no qualms for dirty tricks. Then again, neither did they. Often, I'd hide in the temples or with the chief. Sometimes I just needed a break, so I'd give them advice on how to make work easier, how to better manage crops, events, deals and such. More like nudge them in the right direction, since, being a man, my opinion was often criticized. Worked on my nerves honestly. They would take my ideas and inventions and call them their own, due to my status. Didn't matter though. It got me closer to their 'treasures' I was able to see and understand how they worked due to studying under my father. The conclusion I came to was that the key could be linked to a 'owner' and if I could get my hands on it, it could be my key to the cage I was locked in. So, I started developing a plan and a handle for it on my off time, when I wasn't being brutalized by the warriors, or taken advantage of by the chieftain and priestess. Took me a bit, I was stuck for nearly four years, biding my time. Hammer hears the rustling of grass nearby, but can't smell anything other than himself and Wedge nearby, and so he continues. Then one day in the middle of the season of fires, I remember the sickly-sweet smell permeating through the entirety of the village. Usually for the past couple of years I was away, visiting a few of the other villages as I had increased my approval, I suppose, and was used as an ambassador of sorts, but this was one of the first times I was in the village proper. Most of the village was empty all had seemed to gather at the temple. I had spotted people heading there earlier, but was so wrapped up in my studies and training I hadn't really caught anything out of the ordinary. Not until that smell. I was oddly attracted to it. I gave me a kind of high, made me feel... strange. Curious I approached its source. As I closed in, I heard moans and screaming. Despite my overall disdain, I decided to check it out regardless. What I saw was exactly as you expect. It was mating season and the village was working out its sexual tension. I backed off and tried to stay away, but was attacked and pulled back in by the very same women I sparred with. Hammer shivers. He pauses for a moment takes a deep breath trying to recollect himself. Then continues. There were simply too many of them, and in their high, they were too excited to hold back. I... somehow survived the beating they gave me and the subsequent rape while I was unconscious, only to wake up to Taliah on top of me as well. I looked down to see my white fur covered in blood and bruises... and my visor nowhere to be seen, unable to make my body respond the way I wanted to I holed up within myself and just... let it happen. It took me some time to recover from that. I was hollow for a while. Of course, Taliah didn't apologize for what occurred. Blaming me and my 'weakness' for my inability to defend myself. She continued just the way she always had as if nothing was wrong at all. So, I had no qualms about tearing her plans apart. One day she captured a group of outsiders that had happened to wander upon her territory. She caged them with the intent of negotiating for their release or just killing them all. I made a deal with one of the members and in exchange for helping him escape, he helped me enact my revenge. I stole the key, hooked my controller up to it and using it, killed many of the warriors there, causing a rebellion by the males. In the confusion I escaped with Vice grip, stole my visor back as well as the items my father left me, and since I had nowhere to go and didn't even know where to start, he introduced me to the thieves' guild, saying I'd be a shoo in for candidacy due to my impressive traits. He wasn't wrong. Though the way those warriors attacked me in heat had left me broken and unable to take a solid blow, I had trained hard enough and learned enough through the combination of time at the village and learning from the teachers at the camp that I was able to move just the way I needed. Didn't need to worry about taking a hit, if I was too agile to hit. Hammer pounces up, hands on his hips, "And so here we are. One of the top thieves in the guild despite the hardship. There's more to the story of course... Like how we lost Crusher, Drill, and Lathe, but that’s another story for another heist-" He looks back at wedge, his crumpled twitching body looking back with blank eyes as his face and limbs are well into turning blue. "… One that you won't be participating in, unfortunately. I owe too much to the guild to allow you to get away with betraying us." He walks over and takes his flask back. "Yanno, too much Ether is bad for you... especially when its concentrated like this." He caps it, and turns away from the man corpse that stopped twitching a few moments ago. "You played it pretty well, yanno. The broken arm was a nice touch. Had me going for a while there. But we knew what you were doing far before this was even planned. And it was far too coincidental man... Ah well. We caught the 'gypsies' you passed it off to and saw to them as well. So, with you gone, no harm no foul! I'd wish you a farewell... but I'm guessing you can't even hear me anymore..." He pushes the body into the deep river with a rough kick, and smirks apathetically. Vanishing into the nearby forest soon after he turns and walks away. |
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