Damon's Story

It was a cloudy day in the Storm Coast, after a light drizzle in the morning the clouds just, never went away. But to some, this day was perfect. Near the center of the region known as the Sword Coast, there was a large town centered by a hill. Smoke rose from fireplaces and the wooden walls were quiet, but inside the walls a whisper ran through the city. The city's lord had recently went to parley with the Roaring Thunder, and shortly afterwards, collected his possessions and rode off, and everyone knew why. He had sold the city.

Citizens, mercenaries, and criminals alike lined the main street which led to the town center, the combined conversations and whispering translating into a dull roar, waiting for the new ruler to pay her visit. Someone shouted out from the wall as they were finally seen in the distance, horsemen, led by a figure in the lead, the majority of her body cloaked, an orange, stripped arm sticking out. The gates opened for them, and Catherine let her hood fall, walking down the street with a smile as she was met with a combination of cheers and silent stares.

This "procession" went on for a while until the town hall was reached and Catherine and her escort stopped, facing the guild and criminal leaders at the hall. Talking to them for a bit she found an agreement and they, as well as the crowds, dispersed and returned to their daily lives. Catherine then nodded to her guards, "Go in and celebrate, I know I am." She said with a smile, headed for the nearest tavern

A hooded figure sat in the darkest corner of a tavern near the center of the city staying as far from the door as possible two orange cat like eyes glimmered in the darkness. A tavern maiden came through the row of seats that remained empty with people trying to keep their distance from the man. She sat a mug of ale down and a large white furry hand with black stripes along the arm reached out giving the maiden a piece of gold and taking the mug into the shadows. Most of the people in the tavern knew who this figure was as he had entered the town days before the city's lord had gone to parley with the Roaring Thunder.

A young man walked into the tavern noticing the empty space in the tavern before setting at the bar and asking about the empty spot getting a quick answer. He was quickly told that the figure had came into town seeming to not care about anybody he passed until he came across a man beating on a child, which he had taken the man to the closest alley and only the humanoid tiger coming out. Most people might not have been so scared of him if it wasn't for the way he acted, almost like he didn't care about anything he saw except for that one incident with the child.

Damon had heard about the recent events but didn't really care, they where events for civilized people. He had been in the tavern all day even when he heard that a procession was going on for the entrance of the city's new ruler had came into the city. He really didn't care he was just here to find a job then move on.

The sound of a mug slamming down on a table cut through the din of the tavern for a second. A burly human clumsily wiped his mouth and the dwarf at the end of the long table gave a cocky smile. Lerst knew he was close to winning. He gulped down a mug of ale as the tavern maiden scrambled to bring them more, seeming on-edge from another patron. The human feebly tried to drink another cup, but passed out half-way through, collapsing onto the table. In the middle of the table, between many scattered mugs, was a pile of gold. The gleeful dwarf hopped up on the table and grabbed his prize. Despite being a traveler with no place to call his own, Lerst always felt at home in a tavern.

That day had been very successful for a smith selling his wares and services. The large crowds were great for finding customers and the increasing tension led to many wanting their blades sharpened. He had seen what appeared to be the new ruler of the city, but hadn't thought much of her. Tidepool was next in his travel plans and he intended to leave for the region in a few days. A sense of deja vu struck the dwarf when he saw the same figure in the tavern. Following the sense of deja vu was a sense of opportunity. What leader in these turbulent times wouldn't want a smith and who were better smiths than the dwarves?

Lerst quickly went outside to the back of the tavern where his grindstone and weapons were and gathered up his very best. In front of the tavern, he laid out a dagger, sword, and warhammer. They were all made of colorful metals and were covered in recognizably dwarven engravings which interested and awed many foreigners. When this new leader left the tavern, he would be ready to make his pitch to her. Maybe she would pay well for the weapons and possibly even hire him as the well-paid and respected job of being in charge of the city's weapon production.

A half-elf sat in another corner of the tavern as a man sat in front of him playing his game. The human was way to drunk to realize that the game Elenthias had engaged him in was obviously rigged. His friends were also too drunk and stupid to realize this and they all kept losing money as they became stubbornly determined to win against the half-elf. Elenthias chuckled to himself as the man told him to go once more, at this rate he was going to be bled dry of his money. Elenthias had enough of a heart to refuse the man, he didn't want to cause someone to fall into poverty because he cheated at games in order to make some money. Plus his sister would probably end up yelling at him for it. So instead he turned down everyone else for the day and packed up his stuff.

He made his way over to the bar and sat down as he ordered a drink. There were rumors of the new ruler coming into town and some people seemed to be on edge about that. Others were on edge because of a dark figure in the corner who he stole a quick glance at. Sure the man looked like someone you shouldn't mess with, but he didn't make him nervous. Maybe it was because Elenthias was a sketchy person as well. Or perhaps he really just didn't have much care about anything and neither the man in the corner or the thought of the new ruler coming into town fazed him at all.


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Hidden in the shadows of the woods was a slender hidden figure. The figure watched her prey carefully, a small unsuspecting fox looking for its dinner. The only thing going through the hidden figures mind was that she could fetch a pretty price for the small animals fur and someone would eat the meat. The animal wouldn't be going to waste if she killed it at all, in fact it would be used to buy her and her brother their own dinner for the night.

Therlynn loosed the arrow she had knocked and it hit her target exactly where she wanted it. The animal didn't suffer, instead he died instantly before it knew what was happening. The woman approached the animal and retrieved her arrow before picking it up and putting it in her sack with her other findings of the day. Three rabbits, two pheasants, and now a fox. It wasn't much, but she could fetch a good price for it all so she decided her hunting was done for the day as she made her way back to the main road.

As she approached she was passed by a group of travelers that appeared to be heading into the city. Oh how she wished she could hop up onto one of those carts and ride it into town. It would definitely be much quicker than walking, but she also didn't know any of them. She wasn't very trusting of anyone and instead just continued walking as they went by, her hood still up as she carried her now slightly heavy bag.

She smiled as she neared the tavern, one of her soldiers following along side her, deciding to join Catherine at the tavern, especially because he was carrying her usual drink and this was a newly added town to her growing land. One of the first things to catch her eyes as she neared it was the line of weapons, colorful and elaborately designed. She turned to the soldier and pointed the weapons out. "Get the dwarf who made these weapons and tell him that he is welcome to join me in a drink." With that, the soldier went off to get Lerst and tell him as Catherine grabbed her flask and entered the tavern.

Upon entering, she looked around, her appearance being happy and relaxed while her eyes were scanning and calculating. Cat eyes in the corner.. My race? Maybe.. Plenty of humans, some beat people, and elf or two, dwarves.. Another elf at the bar, he seems different than most elves.. She thought to herself, though calculating no big dangers in the room, she cast another glance at the cat eyes, staring until she knew that it knew she was there before she went to sit next to the elf at the bar. She then took a long drink from her flask before setting it on the table and smiling. She took an audible breath before saying. "Elf, but not quite.. Definitely not human though, raised among humans? Maybe a half breed." She glanced at Elenthias as she said this, just loud enough for him to hear. She then turned and smiled at him, offering a handshake. "I'm Catherine, good to meet someone I can't exactly read. You have a look to you.. Are you part of one of the guilds?"

Damon watched the drink off between the dwarf and the man as he sipped his own ale with uncaring eyes. While he knew it wasn't considered the most civilized it was something people that lived in cities did but did not interest him, the money just wasn't worth it. Once that was over he scanned the bar noticing an elf walk out of another dark corner and to the bar, not to unusual. Finally his eyes landed on the door as a cat lady came in and scanned the tavern. She decided to have a staring contest with Damon before setting at the bar. So this must be the new leader, she doesn't seem like much to me. he thought to himself.

Damon continued to watch the happenings of the tavern, slowly drinking from his mug, as a rather shady looking man came in and sat across from Damon. "So you are the Silent Assassin huh?" the man said in a hushed voice. Damon finished his drink before even acknowledging the man across the table from him. With a simple nod he confirmed what the man asked as the maiden came over with a mug for the new man then walking away to get Damon a refill. "You don't look like much, I'm not sure you can do the task my boss wants you to do." the man said with a sip of the ale. With a slow blink of his eyes Damon responded in a voice that sounded rather unimpressed and with a hint of a cat like growl to it, "You might not think so but I could kill you, finish drinking and leave the tavern before anybody even knew you where dead. Now what is the job and more importantly what is my pay?" Starting to not trust the man he quietly pulled an arrow out of his quiver and held it under the table as the maiden came over with a new drink for Damon.

The man waited for the maiden to leave before responding, "It's simple, a man from the next town over saw my boss kill a man we want to hire you to take him and his family out and we are willing to pay you 500 gold for it." Damon took a sip before looking the man in the eyes, "And who is in this family?" Damon asked. "The man his wife and his two sons. the man responded. Damon cleared his throat, "I'm sure you have heard what happens with me when someone tries to harm children." The man nodded, "That is why we are willing to pay you so much." Damon leaned forward his face coming into the light, "Tell me, where can I find your boss?" he asked placing the arrow under the table inches away from the man. The man finished his ale, "Two streets over you can't miss him." once he finished his sentience he fell forward on the table as Damon pulled his arrow out of the man and sitting back into the shadows finishing his drink.

Standing up as the maiden came over, "He can't seem to hold his alcohol." Damon said handing the maiden two gold. Putting his quiver and bow back across his shoulder he walked out of the tavern.

Though Catherine noticed the interaction in the corner of the room, she dismissed it. She had gotten a bad vibe from the human that the white tiger was talking to in the first place, and him being killed just made it feel more like home. She then smiled at Elanthias as her guess proved correct and as she was pleasantly surprised that he actually shook her hand back. "Nice to see a man who still has enough manners to accept a friendly handshake, and interesting to meet someone who is a half elf. Though it is a bit disappointing you aren't part of a guild, since all of them are now under my rule, I could welcome you to my ranks. Though if you ever feel a want to hit something and you have as much skill as you look like you might, your welcome to try out for the Sword Eye. She said, hinting towards the guild she personally led. She then took a swig of her drink. "You perceive correctly, I am the Roaring Thunder, and if everything went well for me, I would've taken this town long ago, but not everyone is so accepting to have me as a ruler."

Soon after finishing this sentence though, it seemed the dwarf she sent for had come in and joined their little conversation. Though he was drunk, Catherine smiled at Lerst, she had had meetings with much worse. "Greetings friend, I have indeed seen your weapons, quite impressive indeed, it's refreshing to see dwarf work around. Why don't you sit down and join us and we can all talk over some food and drink!"

As Damon walked out of the door of the tavern he bumped into the dwarf from earlier. Looking down at it he let out a quick warning growl before caring on his way. Keeping his hood up he walked down the road people seeming to part as he passed them, he knew exactly why too, he carefully observed every building he passed until he came across a heavily guarded house. Looking at the guards he could see that they where dressed very similar to the man that had talked to him in the tavern except they looked bulkier, no doubt they had armor on. Damon cocked his ears back "This won't be as easy as I had hoped it would be." he thought to himself as he walked around the building looking for a weak spot.

Finding an open window in the back that could easily be jumped through he quickly took to the rooftops. Looking into the window he saw two guards that would need to be taken out before he would be able to enter. Drawing his bow he took aim and shot one, then while the other was distracted by the death of the man next to him Damon shot him as well. He then looked at the gap between the two buildings and sighed, walking to the far end of the building and running jumping at the last second. In the building he looked around, it was very obvious that the house was owned by someone who had too much gold. Doing his best to stay in the shadows he stalked through the house.

E L D E D H R I L

The knight loved taunting her as they walked down the dirt path towards the town, tugging on the rope every so often, just enough to drive her crazy. A few paces behind him Elle followed, her hands bound by the rope he loved to tug on ever so much. She was his bounty, or that's what he called it. Supposedly there was a price on her head, and he intended to claim it. Elle could have broken free from her binds hours ago, but she knew where they were heading and was curious to see how some of the events could unfold. Plus, she wouldn't mind possibly getting free food or a drink. It's tough working being wanted.

She couldn't help but smirk at the jokes in her own thoughts, and apparently he caught sight of her smile. "Warming up on me?" Of course he was interested in her, she was part Siren after all. And that look on his face said he was definitely interested.

"Oh honey," Elle slowly stepped up towards him, her right hand raising to softly rest upon his cheek, "You wish." She then smacked his cheek, and walked on past him down the path. But before she could get even a few steps ahead of him, he tugged hard on the rope causing her to fall back on her bottom. She grunted angrily, staring up at him throw her coral locks.

"Oh honey," he mocked her, yanking at the rope to pull her to her feet, "You don't lead... you follow like the good bitch you are." Elle growled under her breath as she followed behind him, already starting to plot her revenge.

As they passed through the town towards the tavern, Elle noticed a man sneaking through windows and on rooftops. Then she saw him take out 2 guards with ease. She couldn't help but seem slightly impressed. But then thought to herself how she would have done things differently, but it still amused to her to watch an assassin other than herself in action. She hadn't realized she had stopped walking until she felt another forceful tug on her restraints. "Come on then. We're almost there, and I need a drink."

The knight pulled Elle through the door into the tavern, leading her to a small candle lit table in the back corner of the room. "Candles... how romantic." She said in an overly sarcastic tone.

"Good." He pushed her down into the chair, intricately tying the rope to the table's legs. "Should suit you perfectly then... Now don't move. I need a drink after dealing with you for a day."

Suddenly Elle's whole demeanor changed. She slowly leaned forward, smirking slightly towards the knight. "Wanna get a thirsty gal a drink, stud?"

"Burn in hell."

He turned to walk towards the bar but as he pivoted, Elle hooked her foot around his ankle. As he turned back to face her, she grabbed his wrist tight in her right palm, pulling him close to her. Her ice blue eyes locked onto his in an intense gaze, freezing him in place as she begins to slowly enchant him. Although to the non-listening observer it would seem as if she was seducing him, her voice was quite and seductive but the words contrasted the tone of the enchantment. "Hey asshat! Go to the bar and get me a grog of ale. Then you will find a way to keep yourself busy other than insulting me with your presence!" She then released her grip of him physically and mentally. The knight took a back step away, shaking his head slightly as he returned from the spell.

He then smiled towards Elle, "Be right back with your drink m'lady." The enchantment working a little too strongly.

"Oh lord." Elle sighed under her breath as she went to rest her head in her palm.

Gram didn't know how long he had been running for someone with almost limitless stamina that kind of thing does not matter. The only thing that matters are the unfortunate victims who cross his path, even though this time Gram moved with a certain goal he would not reject the snacks that appeared on their own. The Monster stopped near to the walled town, it was a just wooden wall even if it was able to repel invaders or beasts with his strength break it, clim it, or simply jump over it.

Gram fought the urge to attack the prey guarding the perimeter, when it comes to hunting large herds you can't just attack the nearest prey since the others would be run in various directions even if you can chase them most would be able to escape. Becausa of that Gram developed a method of hunting after trial and error that guaranteed a lot of food. By using Spirit Magic began to invoke a lot of spirits, lizards snakes and similar critters began to appear one after another, weak beings who would disappear when hit by the weakest of the magics, useless beings exept for two things: Scouting and Magic.

Water Ball, perhaps the simplest and weakest magic, as the name implies creates a sphere of water whose offensive ability is almost zero it is usually used for daily chores like cleaning. It also can be used to chain with a spell of the lightning or ice type to increasing their effectiveness. Gram can only use basic Spirit Magic but somehow his memory contains a variety of spell unfortunately his spirits can only handle using Water Ball but that's all Gram need.

What happens when two magicians use the same magic at the same time with the same power against the same target?, The answer is simple, the effect is amplified the more magicians the greater the effect, of course the difficulty increases exponentially even so there priests and monks able to heal an army by gathering more than a hundred members. The same applies to the spirits, after half an hour when Gram did not move and at the expense of much of his magical power what should be a small amount of water under the influence of hundreds of spirits became a huge body of water that fell on the city.

The most fragile buildings collapsed under the weight and the cries announcing that chaos had begun reached his ears, full of joy Gram jumped over the wall and began to hunt down the confused prey, those who were carrying weapons and didn't lose them when the flood of Water hit them tried to fight back but in the end it was useless. For Gram the only drawback is that he can't afford to eat more than one or two bites, the faster he move the more prey he could hunt. He would take his timer to enjoy the feast once it's all over. In his mind someone capable of defeating him didn't exist here.

E L D E D H R I L

Once Elle stepped outside, she sighed softly, running a hand back through her coral waves. She didn't have much of a choice but to head back towards her ship, The Thorn, and towards another area of Mythos... Maybe even a completely different world all together if possible. As she headed towards the edge of the towards she froze mid step, glancing around curiously. Something felt off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. But then she felt a small drop of water land on her cheek, causing her to look up but what she saw wasn't what she expected. Seeing a large amount of water over head, enough to fill a decent sized pond or lake.

Her eyes widen as she pivoted on her heels and ran back towards the tavern. But she wasn't fast enough. Her hand was on the handle of the door as the weight of all the water came crashing down on the town. The large amount of water slamming her into the door, knocking it over then flooding into the tavern. The water rolling her body into the bar. Her hands felt around vigorously in search of a stable object to grab onto, scared as her air supply was running out. She didn't want to die like this, drowning... it'd be the worst. Reaching up she finally felt the edge of the bar counter, gripping it tightly under with her digits, she hoisted herself up out of the flow of water, weakly pulling her torso over the bar. She laid her head there coughing up water and gasping for air, her drenched rose colored hair clinging to her peach skin. As she continued to gasp for air, she opened her ice blue eyes to the sight of the drunken dwarf that had locked eyes with her earlier, he was sitting at the bar next to where she coughed and chocked on the water.

When the flow of the water subsided, she stood up right weakly, bringing both hands up to brush back her dripping locks. Stray hairs sticking to her wet cheeks, while her clothing clung to her skin. She stood there dazed for a moment, trying to catch her breath and understand what just happened. She glanced back over to the dwarf who somehow still had a drink in his hand. "Can I?" She asked while already reaching for his glass, pressing it to her lips and drinking nearly half the contents before returning it to him. "Thanks... sorry... I needed a drink." Elle would softly laugh, quickly followed by another cough.

Damon stalked quietly through the house taking to high points where ever he could. The house was oddly empty of guards, Damon did not like that. Finally getting to what he could only assumed to be the office of the man he was looking for, he drew his bow and a single arrow and slowly walked in only to find a man no older than his 20's reading a letter on the desk. Damon growled, "Where is the man of the house?" The man looked up and quickly scrambled up placing his back against the wall, "H-he just left, he's leaving the city. Please don't kill me." the man stammered. Noticing a large pouch of what Damon assumed to be gold he quickly grabbed it, "I have no need to kill you." With that he left the house the same way he entered.

This time Damon stayed on the roofs looking for the man, who was easy to spot considering he had a guard of at least 10 men with him. I guess I'll just have to follow him out of town and wait for him to make a mistake. Damon thought to himself just as water came crashing onto him. Next thing he knew he was in his tiger form being pushed back by water back near the tavern. Once it stopped he stood there for a bit people around him screaming about a wild tiger lose in the town before turning back into his hybrid form and shook his head. I better make sure all the children in this town are alright. he though to himself storming through the city as he heard a horn blow.

Lerst nodded at the leader's response and took it in. Politics outside of strongholds were so much more complicated. In Iron, power struggles were rare and challenges to one's authority would only be considered under extreme circumstances. He tried to contain his happiness as she handed him a ring signifying his new position as blacksmith. Lerst nodded respectfully and took the ring. "I thank you for this. I-"

His words were cut short as water flowed in through the tavern. Lerst frantically hopped on the table to avoid the rising water, drink in hand. Never having learned to swim, he worriedly muttered "Derzel's mercy" as the water threatened to overcome his diminutive stature. He sighed with relief when the water flowed back out the door and looked down in surprise to see the same pink woman he had seen earlier. She asked for a drink and before the shocked dwarf could respond, downed half of it. Lerst couldn't help but smile, seeing a bit of himself in her. He waved away her apology and laughed in return. "I can't say I wouldn't do the same."

Throwing his head back and guzzling down the rest of the glass, he made a mental note to challenge this creature to a drinking competition some time. He noticed the cat-woman had left to face whatever had caused the flood. "Well, I guess it's my duty now to defend this city," he said to the siren. Lerst hopped off the table and looked up at her. She seemed to be doing pretty well for someone that just got knocked around by a flood. "You seem pretty tough. You're more than welcome to join me if you want." Lerst made his way through the soaked crowd running for their lives. He saw a tiger turn into a rude man from the bar, but decided to think about that later. Following the sound of a horn to the battle, he found his new boss and a veer facing down the creature behind the attack. Drawing his warhammer, he decided to stick behind the obviously stronger veer.

E L D E D H R I L

Elle, leaning against the bar, looked over towards this "ruler" curiously as the woman put her cloak over her shoulders. Her brow's furrowed in confusion at the gesture but nodded her head towards her in gratitude when the woman said, "You okay? If you have any injuries you should go to the town center, my officers know the drill and they should be preparing to help people." Then the woman whispered to her, "Oh, and don't work that magic on too many people, it'll get you killed with someone stronger willed." This rubbed Elle the wrong way. Regardless if she was a ruler or not what did it matter if she used her power or not? She was more than capable of handling herself in situations of trouble.

After she half drank the Dwarf's drink, he finally spoke to her "I can't say I wouldn't do the same." Well at least it was a bonus she didn't piss him off.

She couldn't help but smile at his comment, and chuckle softly, "At least I can cross 'Nearly drowning in a tavern' off my bucket list." She laughed softly.

It was then that the Dwarf rose from where he sat on the table, "Well, I guess it's my duty now to defend this city, you seem pretty tough. You're more than welcome to join me if you want." She sat there for a moment and contemplated after he ran off after the cat woman.

With a soft sigh, Elle stood up walking towards the door. As she walked past one of the tables she grabbed someone's ale and downed it, throwing the grog on the floor before exiting out the entrance. She slowly walked up the hill in the direction that the braver of the people headed in. She saw a tiger running up in that direction which she found odd unless they were some sort of shifter, entirely probable. Then the cat woman leader made her way up towards the person behind the flash flood, and when the woman was out of her sight, Elle heard a horn go off which she could only assumer was hers.

Taking her time as she headed up towards the epicenter of chaos, Elle reached behind her back hooking her fingers around a few throwing knives, being prepared for anything. She stood back though, watching intently as others were more likely to engage the creature than herself. She was prepared to defend herself, but also far enough away to flee if necessary.

Everything was going well, the place was packed with food, the preys barely tried to defend themselves and many just didn't know what was going on so didn't dare to flee. Gram's mouth watered releasing drops of poison that mixed with puddles of water while thinking of the future feast. He did not know how much time has passed since it began, Gram can't remember when but to him Time eventually lost its meaning. Whenever he have food he could survive and he can eat anything, whenever he can sleep doesn't need food or breathe, the type of creature that he became easily be defined as the Ultimate Predator.

While chasing a couple of preys he heard a horn and, within seconds, a blade made of wind impacted leaving a mark on his skin followed by a trail of blackish red blood he stopped. Basic wind magic, not strong enough to cause concern. Gram looked in the direction in which the blade came, standing there was a female with feline features and orange fur. With sword in hand and an aura of confidence that only those who fully trust their skills have. Probably the leader of the pack, sometimes happens, the leader goes to defend the weaker prey. Whether they can get enough time or not it's up to their skills, the preys has the absolute right to fight for their lives. Similarly Gram has the absolute right to devour them, he prepared for a fight.

"Hey buddy! Leave the people alone!"

Gram stopped when heard what the woman said, When was the last time someone called him in a remotely human way?. Gram has been called both Terror and Protector, but always with reverence and fear. And right now despite his appearance he was called "buddy" He could not help but laugh loudly, it was as if a child, a man and a snake were laughing at the same time, a completely unnatural voice.

As he laughed Gram realized that other prey were approaching, probably called by the horn, a growling wolf man , a dwarf, a tasty looking woman and other humans. "Gram, the name" said with the same unnatural voice before pouncing toward the cat woman, it's not as if she will be spared for making him laugh. Before coming to an attack range he stopped abruptly, the growling wolf man he had ignored before did something with his hands and for him everything went to red.

The pain and fear deeply engraved in his twisted soul, returned once again. The pain of his charred limbs, the pitifulness of having to crawl in the mud and dirt to eat every memory related to the fatidic day surfaced. Fire, his only fear and greatest enemy was present before him and threatened to finish what started decades ago. Gram jumped back and began to spit poison in large quantities.

Using the advantages of his body to the maximum, he ran, he passed over food and preys but he didn't even spare them a glance, his top priority was to get as far from the fire as possible. When he reached the wall Gram didn't bother to jump or climb, he rushed through the wooden wall, leaving behind a few drops of blood and wood chips. The aberration left the town on the hill as suddenly as it appeared. Without sleep, without stopping and without realizing it will head towards his first hunting ground. His birthplace Tiderpool.

Watching as the desecration of a beast fled, Dirsus simply shook his massive head. Relieving his arms of their flame, Dirsus stood tall. A short and loud snarl came from the seemingly calmer beast. "Pathetic whelp. Can't even bother to try to fight." Followed quickly, in a deep voice in the favored languages of those around Dirsus, his necklace glowing slightly.

Standing still for another moment, the veer pulled out a sturdy comb made of bone. With little pause, he pushed the comb into his fur and pushed it forward, pulling the fur back out to its rightful positions as well as removing the poison from his fur. When running into an area where his armor covered his fur, Dirsus would push the plates up and reach under to comb it.

E L D E D H R I L

Elle scoffed as she saw the strange creature that caused the flood run off, presumably scared when confronted by so many others perhaps? She shook her head, hooking her thumbs in her belt loops as she flipped a rock with the toe of her boot. "I have more balls than him... and I'm a woman." She brought her right hand up to run her digits through her long coral locks, "...pathetic." She mumbled more to herself than the others around her. She glanced over towards the wolf man as he began to come his mats of fur.

Seeing as how she was no longer needed, Elle decided to turn back towards the village. When walking past the woman whom had shared her cloak not a few moments prior, Elle removed the cloak, draping it over the woman's shoulder. Then with no more said, she began to descend back down the hill and into the village. She looked over towards the tavern, and although a drink sounded more than appealing at the moment, she had her fill of this strange little town. Heading towards the markets, she walked between the little tables where vendors had their goods laid out for consumers to purchase. Catching sight of a few of her crew, she curled her bottom lip into her mouth letting out a very unique and high whistle.

A few people here and there glanced in the direction of the sound, but then turned back to their affairs. But Elle's crew knew that noise, and quickly dispersed and made way towards The Thorn. It was apparent the vendors hadn't realized how a majority of the crowd was made up of Elle's crew, and quickly the market placed died down to a dull roar, with only a few dozen plaguing the area. Walking past a produce vendor, she reached her hand into a basket, grabbing a ripe apple. She brought the fruit to her lips, taking a bite as she reached into her corset, pulling out a coin and flipping it towards the seller with a grateful nod.

Damon stalked down the hill when he heard the thud of large feet and rattle of bone armor. Great we have an angry Veer in the town. jumping out of the way just before the Veer trampled him. As he walked through the lower part of the city making sure that no kids got hurt he found the man he was looking for earlier pinned under two of his men, that had been knocked unconscious during the flood. The man looked up and Damon, "P-please help me get out of here." Damon smirked "I have a better plan." he responded pulling out his katana and slashing the man's head off.

Once Damon had searched the city, having to save a couple children, he looked up at the sky to find the creature gone. "Well looks like I have nothing else to do in the city. Time to go to another." As he got near the gates of the city he found a goblin harassing a kid. The goblin quickly found an arrow in it's head, looking around he saw a swarm of them in an area with two carts, a half-elf and a lizard man. Nope, not my problem, I'm out. He thought to himself walking out of the gates and following the road.