Korruk
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Name: Korruk Logar Race: Orc Class/Level: Paladin 2 XP: 480 Maximum HP: 21 Alignment: Lawful Good
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Post by Korruk on Apr 26, 2022 15:24:31 GMT
As Lav gave her description of the weapon it seemed to draw the young orc, his hands rested on the monsterous stone, thumb still tracing the edge of it as he took in the words.
"How did you get it? Who did it belong to? Has it been part of any great battles? My families relic is giants dagger, a huge sword named Storm Heart, my Ancestor Tuskin claimed it from a Storm Giant Prince who had been sent to eradicate him and his legion but fell him in single combat. He then took the blade and used it to carve out the heart of Durnir the Gate Master when he sought to bring the giants against the young Empire."
"Was your hammer used to crush the laughing skulls of mad mages? I have heard legends of wizards with jeweled teeth going crazy as they travel realms we can't see. This seems like it could do it."
Dhakin was. . .excited. And the cleric hadn't even brought up horses yet, that was its own trip.
"Your Father trained you well, from what I have seen. Do you still find time to hone your skills? While you never forget how to swing, it's the tricks you lose without practice. I remember taking a season away with not a day of training and I may as well have been a legionaire recruit compared to my peers - it was an ugly summer. What I am suggesting though, is you are welcome to train with us. Our accommodations have a private yard, and I have a steward who served as a Master of Arms for the Legions and later Knights of the Court who knows a drill or two."
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Post by Lavandul on Apr 26, 2022 19:18:47 GMT
Lavandul's jaw clenched as they swallowed the welling nausea, suddenly well aware of how cramped and loud the shop was.
On the surface, the stoic silence stretched as they tried to parce the excited chatter being lobed at them. How fast do Orcs talk when they're speaking their own language?
An unsure, cautious chuckle escaped despite themselves.
"The...hammer...I was given it by my order. Graduation?" That sounded like the right word to describe it. "It belonged to...Pisummän Kappaleen Torni. And it has survived the end of time. So, yes, a few fights." Their face twitched under the mask, "Best left quiet. The...stories...are meant to be shared by those who survive." There was a bit of a cultural divide there, though the Night Stalker understood the value of hope and inspiration.
"And, yes, I often run into those who have been consumed by a maddening truth. They spread entropy like a disease and I do my best to end their suffering. Your family sounds quite honourable and accomplished- it will take a lot of commitment to burn your own trail."
They thumbed the reliquary as they mused on countless nights. They really weren't in the right headspace to tell a pleasant legend.
Korruk finally gained a nod as they stalled. "I just...Or, rather, I was told to take some time, but here I am walking around, so I suppose that us a sign that I should dedicate more time to honing my skill," they quietly rambled. "The last time I trained was when I was much younger. I take what I learn on the hunt."
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Korruk
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Name: Korruk Logar Race: Orc Class/Level: Paladin 2 XP: 480 Maximum HP: 21 Alignment: Lawful Good
Posts: 98
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Post by Korruk on Apr 28, 2022 1:39:48 GMT
Dhakin tried to remain stoic but was more or less captivated by the story of the Hammer, though clearly dismayed that he wasn’t able to hear about all the foes it had fell. There was still some youth hiding in him. He did find his posture, and his glower as his own path was mentioned, reminding him he needed to wear the stoic face of an Orcish hero.
“Learning on the hunt? A warrior of instinct, though dangerous if I am being completely honest - but then again vigour is often a weapon which terrifies lesser foes. I was taught violence to many is a deterrent, and when their attempt to lash out is met with equal fervour they will break all the quicker. With a beast like this I take it that action is an effective tool.”
The knight's eyes danced across the hammer, a weapon of repute, of stories…How would he fare against the likes of it?
“Have you thought about refreshing? Perhaps with a partner that is more than just your quarry? I won’t lie that there is a curious indulgence about just how well you wield this storied weapon - How about it?”
“This would crush you, Korruk.”
Dhakin scoffed as he finally stepped back from the hammer.
“I’ve taken bigger.”
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Post by Lavandul on Apr 28, 2022 4:18:23 GMT
At Dhakin looking miserable, the cleric felt their own aura sponge the mood as they shoulders slightly tensed again. "You could earn them then, I suppose," they challenged impulsively, hefting the hammer to return it to its home. "The stories. They come with lessons."
The cleric's neck craned as they slowly looked up at Korruk, "Not as effective, lately. I am not sure where all the strength went, but I had not considered myself over the hill just yet."
They should have at least a few centuries left in them.
"Maybe I just need to get over it. The soft tissue damage should have been taken care of by now, and thus I assume it is psychosomatic."
The frost swirled with a resigned sigh, "Sure, Korruk. I'll indulge your retinue. Where I will be staying is inconsistent, but I am easy to find."
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Korruk
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Name: Korruk Logar Race: Orc Class/Level: Paladin 2 XP: 480 Maximum HP: 21 Alignment: Lawful Good
Posts: 98
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Post by Korruk on Apr 28, 2022 4:51:07 GMT
“Name your price, and I will meet it - Shar’s do not run.”
The boy was resolute, and his own steely gaze locked onto the cleric with the promise of earning the story.
“You never show me that sort of enthusiasm.”
“You do not have a relic of great renown.”
“I still know plenty you don’t.”
Dhakin shot a dirty look at the Knight, as if his style was being cramped and he tried to position his intentions to win the weapons' history
“I completely understand how aroma’s can impact one's senses, they hold all sorts of memories.”
Psychosomatic was a term lost on the Orc.
“But, I have seen the toll that can be taken on an individual by not knowing where they will spend the night. If you are ever in a bind, please, do not feel any hesitation to knock at my door. You saved me from a treacherous wound or worse I will make sure you never have to without the basics so long as I can. That is a knight’s word.”
He let the invitation hang to see how the cleric would take it. Despite how the rest of his entourage may feel they would come to terms with Korruks decision.
“Plus it will be a boon to have a place to rest once you realize this tree is not so easily fell.”
A closed fist bumped his own chest to show off his sturdiness.
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Post by Lavandul on Apr 28, 2022 5:39:03 GMT
Lavandul paused dramatically — or maybe they were just desperately fishing for any frame of reference on how to handle teenagers based off of a lunatic medic, an overbearing priest, and a man eating Dryad as examples of responsible mentorship.
"Land a hit on me in a sparring match," they muttered, realizing they were just following Korruk's lead. Orcs had a way of doing things.
They felt a little overwhelmed as the knight simply offered lodgings, and the fact that there wasn't any real strings given the behemoth's ignorance to anything outside his Empire. Korruk wouldn't have the slightest, forsaken fortune's clue on what an Eladrin was and what they represented. The hoarfrost melted a bit into a damp chill as they fiddled with their equipment, glad for the mask.
"...What's another few scars?"
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