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Annie
Ignoring the banter, Vyras led Annie to a good vantage point. Many plants had been torn apart by bear traps, a few were incinerated by flames, leaving ash. He had no idea which ones Annie actually killed, but he strongly suspected they were the ones that were burnt to cinders.
He stared at the carnage. "Sloppy work, but it needed doing. I can't have the road to town covered in those horrible things." Vyras began. "As Zurga said, Those plants kill more people than the vampires themselves. They were designed to weaken the humans that haven't been captured. She isn't saying that for dramatic effect. They also have one more nasty trick at their disposal. Observe."
Shortly after Vyras said those words that some of the dead plants began convulsing, and flopping like fishes out of the water. For about five seconds they flopped, until disgusting explosions of toxic black pollen, and green dead plant matter shot out in all directions from them.
Vyras put his finger on his chin. Annie likely suspected that the old man was in thought. "The pollen can't reach us up here, it is heavy. It is not only the pollen that is shot out, the seeds are shot out as well. We can kill one, and a few days later five more will sprout in the same location its "parents" were killed. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Ignoring the banter, Vyras led Annie to a good vantage point. Many plants had been torn apart by bear traps, a few were incinerated by flames, leaving ash. He had no idea which ones Annie actually killed, but he strongly suspected they were the ones that were burnt to cinders.
He stared at the carnage. "Sloppy work, but it needed doing. I can't have the road to town covered in those horrible things." Vyras began. "As Zurga said, Those plants kill more people than the vampires themselves. They were designed to weaken the humans that haven't been captured. She isn't saying that for dramatic effect. They also have one more nasty trick at their disposal. Observe."
Shortly after Vyras said those words that some of the dead plants began convulsing, and flopping like fishes out of the water. For about five seconds they flopped, until disgusting explosions of toxic black pollen, and green dead plant matter shot out in all directions from them.
Vyras put his finger on his chin. Annie likely suspected that the old man was in thought. "The pollen can't reach us up here, it is heavy. It is not only the pollen that is shot out, the seeds are shot out as well. We can kill one, and a few days later five more will sprout in the same location its "parents" were killed. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
17-Sep-2020 00:21:09
Just as Erik suggested burning the remaining dead flowers, more figures emerged from the forest. The light of day was bright enough that Vyras could make out elves and humans. among them was a massively built human not wearing any clothes or armor except for a loin cloth, and an Corinthian helmet. He was barefoot and wore no gauntlets, and he wreaked of alcohol. Vodka, to be specific. Strapped over his back was a silver longmace, and on his hip was a silver one-handed axe. He wore a Corinthian helm over his head. He was drenched in blood.
"Brandr!" Vyras called out, excited to see that he survived. The massive barbarian walked up to Vyras. He dwarfed the old man in size by around three times in height, weight, and girth, and he was actually more muscular than Erik. The mixture of blood of unknown nature, and alcohol smelled horrible. Vyras couldn't help it when he asked.
"What's with the blood," Brandr gleefully told the old man. "Haha, Brandr wears it like badge of honor. That's wolf blood, we were set upon by them on our way here." Vyras laughed, "So were we. At any rate, I have a task for you. See those flowers? I want you to burn them.
"Ah, Brandr sees. Brandr will clean up mess . Perhaps Brandr will cook them up for us to eat tonight. Mmm crispy Venus flower. Since cook died in siege, Brandr taking over his duties in kitchen. Vyras couldn't help but smirk at the idea that Alexandre's second in command was also the resistance cook now.
How far have we fallen? Vyras wondered
"As long as you wash off the wolf blood." Vyras smiled, and then moved on with the rest of the ex prisoners. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
"Brandr!" Vyras called out, excited to see that he survived. The massive barbarian walked up to Vyras. He dwarfed the old man in size by around three times in height, weight, and girth, and he was actually more muscular than Erik. The mixture of blood of unknown nature, and alcohol smelled horrible. Vyras couldn't help it when he asked.
"What's with the blood," Brandr gleefully told the old man. "Haha, Brandr wears it like badge of honor. That's wolf blood, we were set upon by them on our way here." Vyras laughed, "So were we. At any rate, I have a task for you. See those flowers? I want you to burn them.
"Ah, Brandr sees. Brandr will clean up mess . Perhaps Brandr will cook them up for us to eat tonight. Mmm crispy Venus flower. Since cook died in siege, Brandr taking over his duties in kitchen. Vyras couldn't help but smirk at the idea that Alexandre's second in command was also the resistance cook now.
How far have we fallen? Vyras wondered
"As long as you wash off the wolf blood." Vyras smiled, and then moved on with the rest of the ex prisoners. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
17-Sep-2020 18:20:53
Bio creation
Name: Brandr
Race: Human.
Age: (29)
Gender: (Male,)
Weapon (Longmace, and silver one handed axe)
Apperance: Brandr is quite muscular, He stamds at 6' 4, and he has white skin, and behind his Corinthian helm is a blonde-haired ponytail which he uses a piece of leather to tie back. He has a medium blonde beard. Brandr often goes naked due to how constrictive armor is on his groin Over his back he wears a sheath for his longmace, and on his hip is the sheath for his axe. His face is effeminate. His eyes are sky-blue.
Personality: Brandr is strong, but he is also not very intelligent, despite that lack of intelligence, he is a very good poet, and he often writes poetry of his mighty muscles, and the muscles of other warriors. He is skittish around women, and prefers the company of men. Brandr is still learning the language of Sudovia, and speaks in the third-person often. He likes to cook, and he likes to eat, and he will look for any excuse to train. He is gay, but he is more interested in training than in finding a lover. He is a genuinely happy, fun-loving person. Brandr is an alcoholic who prefers vodka. Brandr desperately wants to return to Svaidia, even though it is physically impossible
Bio: Brandr was born in Svairdia to warrior parents, Sigurd and Gunhilda, both were berserkers. His childhood was nice, and he had a good friend named Ragnar, thus Brandr learned the basics of berserking at a young age in case war between other Svairdic tribes began. All Svairdians go through a rite of passage when they reach 13, known as The Trials. Brandr's trial was to track a wolf and kill it with no clothing or protective gear other than a knife in the freezing cold. He was given plenty of vodka to keep warm. It took him two weeks of tracking but he eventually killed it, skinned the wolf,. He also picked up a love for vodka during this trial. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Name: Brandr
Race: Human.
Age: (29)
Gender: (Male,)
Weapon (Longmace, and silver one handed axe)
Apperance: Brandr is quite muscular, He stamds at 6' 4, and he has white skin, and behind his Corinthian helm is a blonde-haired ponytail which he uses a piece of leather to tie back. He has a medium blonde beard. Brandr often goes naked due to how constrictive armor is on his groin Over his back he wears a sheath for his longmace, and on his hip is the sheath for his axe. His face is effeminate. His eyes are sky-blue.
Personality: Brandr is strong, but he is also not very intelligent, despite that lack of intelligence, he is a very good poet, and he often writes poetry of his mighty muscles, and the muscles of other warriors. He is skittish around women, and prefers the company of men. Brandr is still learning the language of Sudovia, and speaks in the third-person often. He likes to cook, and he likes to eat, and he will look for any excuse to train. He is gay, but he is more interested in training than in finding a lover. He is a genuinely happy, fun-loving person. Brandr is an alcoholic who prefers vodka. Brandr desperately wants to return to Svaidia, even though it is physically impossible
Bio: Brandr was born in Svairdia to warrior parents, Sigurd and Gunhilda, both were berserkers. His childhood was nice, and he had a good friend named Ragnar, thus Brandr learned the basics of berserking at a young age in case war between other Svairdic tribes began. All Svairdians go through a rite of passage when they reach 13, known as The Trials. Brandr's trial was to track a wolf and kill it with no clothing or protective gear other than a knife in the freezing cold. He was given plenty of vodka to keep warm. It took him two weeks of tracking but he eventually killed it, skinned the wolf,. He also picked up a love for vodka during this trial. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
19-Sep-2020 00:27:26
Ragnar, was sent with Brandr on the same trial, and it was on this trial that the two fell in love, after Brandr was ambushed by the very wolf they were tracking. Rather killed the Wolf, and they fell in love on the long journey home. They fell in love over stories of their parents and childhood memories. They swore to always be together. When they turned 18, they were expected to take wives, but Brandr and Ragnar didn't follow that tradition. Midway through their 18th year of life, tensions with Lethornia began simmering. A year later, thosese tensions between Svairdia and Lethornia finally devolved into full-scale war. A week prior Brandr was chosen as a scout to be sent into Sudovia. Meanwhile, Ragnar was conscripted into the Svairdian army, and sent to the front lines. The path to Sudovia through Svairdia requires going south-east through the Dwarven railways, past Balvorrik, and eventually he would make his way out of the Sudovian mountain pass where he's meet a resistance fighter to guide him as he scouts out the threat, and then make his way back.
Unfortunately due to the outset of war with Svairdia and Lethornia, Brandr could not make his way home, Brandr being sent before war broke out. His lover was trapped fighting a bloody war of attrition, and Brandr was trapped in Sudovia. Few Svairdians join the resistance, but Brandr knew that he would not survive long in Sudovia without friends.
In the ten years since being trapped, Brandr rose through the ranks to become 2nd in command of Alexandre's troops, with Alexandre joining the ranks of the undead however, he was now technically in charge, at least for now. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Unfortunately due to the outset of war with Svairdia and Lethornia, Brandr could not make his way home, Brandr being sent before war broke out. His lover was trapped fighting a bloody war of attrition, and Brandr was trapped in Sudovia. Few Svairdians join the resistance, but Brandr knew that he would not survive long in Sudovia without friends.
In the ten years since being trapped, Brandr rose through the ranks to become 2nd in command of Alexandre's troops, with Alexandre joining the ranks of the undead however, he was now technically in charge, at least for now. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
19-Sep-2020 00:38:28 - Last edited on 19-Sep-2020 03:38:31 by Pink 4 Twink
Brandr:
Brandr surveyed the area where the flowers were. Ultimately he decided that the best way to contain the spread of the seeds was a controlled burn around the area. One such was he could achieve this was by placing large stones around as a border to control the spread of the fire. Vilnias is surrounded by water, and the beach was littered with stones suitable for the purpose. Brandr, stupid as he was, knew how to control fires. Placing the stones in a large rectangular shape around the road and up to the shore, he then gathered as much plant matter as he could, minus a few plants that he was going to steam into vegetables.
As he gathered the plants, Brandr recognized the silhouette of the sun, the rays burnt his flesh slightly. As the day goes on, the heat will be unbearable for sapient mortals like humans and elves. Everything else however would be just fine. The sky however was beginning to turn a shade of crimson red. Brandr heard legends of when the sky was blue.
Must have been a wonderful time to be alive. he thought to himself
Brandr took out a match from a matchbox and struck the matchhead of the box to produce a fire, and then lit the plant material on fire in 5 places surrounded by a coffin of rocks. As the embers grew to be an inferno, Brandr stacked more rocks with the help of the prisoners. He did not want Vilnias to be endangered by the flames, and a barrier would prevent the flames from spreading past the rocks.
35 minutes passed and the flames died down. Brandr remained until the flames were dead. Then he gathered water and spread it over the cinders, a harsh sizzling sound told Brandr that the cinders would not reignite while he was away. He made the trip several times, and poured the water over the remains of the other fires. Brandr surveyed his work. He was satisfied, but his skin was beginning to really burn, so he and the other prisoners ran, steam rising off their shoulders. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
Brandr surveyed the area where the flowers were. Ultimately he decided that the best way to contain the spread of the seeds was a controlled burn around the area. One such was he could achieve this was by placing large stones around as a border to control the spread of the fire. Vilnias is surrounded by water, and the beach was littered with stones suitable for the purpose. Brandr, stupid as he was, knew how to control fires. Placing the stones in a large rectangular shape around the road and up to the shore, he then gathered as much plant matter as he could, minus a few plants that he was going to steam into vegetables.
As he gathered the plants, Brandr recognized the silhouette of the sun, the rays burnt his flesh slightly. As the day goes on, the heat will be unbearable for sapient mortals like humans and elves. Everything else however would be just fine. The sky however was beginning to turn a shade of crimson red. Brandr heard legends of when the sky was blue.
Must have been a wonderful time to be alive. he thought to himself
Brandr took out a match from a matchbox and struck the matchhead of the box to produce a fire, and then lit the plant material on fire in 5 places surrounded by a coffin of rocks. As the embers grew to be an inferno, Brandr stacked more rocks with the help of the prisoners. He did not want Vilnias to be endangered by the flames, and a barrier would prevent the flames from spreading past the rocks.
35 minutes passed and the flames died down. Brandr remained until the flames were dead. Then he gathered water and spread it over the cinders, a harsh sizzling sound told Brandr that the cinders would not reignite while he was away. He made the trip several times, and poured the water over the remains of the other fires. Brandr surveyed his work. He was satisfied, but his skin was beginning to really burn, so he and the other prisoners ran, steam rising off their shoulders. Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
21-Sep-2020 21:54:54
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