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Alaric Walcott

Sir Alaric the Hunter is a well respected Human Ranger who was Knighted and appointed as a Guardian of the Tellusian Races

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a character in “Battlefields of Barrendor”, as played by Obake

Description

ImagePlayer: Obake
Roleplay: Battlefields of Barrendor
Mission: Quest for the Golden Sword of Tubalcain
Character: Alaric Walcott
Nickname: Sir Alaric the Hunter
Kingdom: Tellusia (Large Earthly Planet)
Homeland: Barrendor (Island Continent)
Hometown: Greenleaf Village (Oaknut Forest, Barrendor)
Title: Guardian of the Tellusian Races
Friends: Tellusian Races
Enemies: Lunarian Hordes
Race: Human
Class: Ranger
Age: 30-years-old
Height: 6-feet-tall
Weight: 160-pounds
Gender: Male
Bloodtype: AB+
Lineage: Sir Albrecht & Lady Walcott (Deceased)
Siblings: Sir Alaric Walcott has no Brothers or Sisters
Offspring: Alaric has no Children
Status: Single (Never Married)
Familiar: Tellusian Bloodhound (Scarlet)
Hair: Brown (Short and Messy)
Face: Cleanly Shaven
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Fair (Light Skinned)
Costume: Hood, Cloak, Scarf, Shirt, Vest, Pants, Boots, Gloves (Mostly made of Leather, Cotton or Wool)
Armor: Neckguard, Armguards, Shinguards, Groinguard, Chainmail, Leatherwork (Alt: Sometimes also wears a Chestplate or Knight's Armor)
Weapons: Composite longbow, Hiltless shortsword, Hunting daggers (May Vary)
Items: Viles, Herbs, Pheromones, Bread, Coinbag, Medbag, Rope, Hooks, Arrows, Quiver, Bait (May Vary)
Skills: Tracking, Hunting, Trapping, Climbing, Botany, Foraging, Scouting, Survival, Stealth, Archery, Swordplay, Knifethrow, Taming, Animalspeak
Abilities: Sir Alaric the Hunter was not born with Special Abilities
Weaknesses: Human (Normal)


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Alaric Walcott's Story

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Alaric Walcott, better known by his colleagues as Sir Alaric the Hunter, was in Oaknut Forest not too far from his native Greenleaf Village when suddenly he heard a cry for help echoing throughout the woods. It was a human female, a voice he recognized from his native hometown. As he dashed through the trees, he came to a large rock in the forest where a young woman lay injured. It was Elaina, a farmer's daughter who had gone venturing into the woods to forage berries for her next meal. The basket was laying on the ground next to her, with the berries scattered about all over the area as if she had been ravaged by wild animals. Elaina was nestled against the rock, her simple white dress covered in her own blood which seemed to be spilled about, but there was no sign of her attackers.

Alaric ran over to the fair-skinned, red-haired maiden and knelt beside her. "Woman, who did this to you? Speak to me!" Alaric demanded, as he brushed Elaina's long wavey hair from her eyes. Her hair was a mess and there was blood running down the side of her face. "It was the Orknir," she said faintly, "They have returned." Elaina would say no more. She coughed on her own blood and Alaric watched helplessly as she gave her last breath. Not every story has a happy ending, or a happy beginning. Alaric placed his hand on Elaina's forehead and closed her eyes with his fingertips, allowing her to be in peace. As he stood up and looked around the forest, he thought he could hear footsteps creeping up through the bushes in front of him. Almost instinctively, Alaric pulled out his bow and drew an arrow from his quiver, aiming it into the treeline. "Who goes there?" He said, as he prepared to take a shot at whatever lunged forth at him.

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Meanwhile in Oaknut Forest, a ranger by the name of Alaric Walcott was standing ready with his bow and arrow drawn forth in front of him, aiming into the bushes. "Who goes there?" He said, as he prepared to take a shot at whatever lunged forth at him. As he closed one eye and narrowed his view on the bushes in front of him, suddenly a small rabbit came hopping out into the forest clearing. It was brown and furry, hardly a threat to the hunter. Alaric lowered his bow and stared at the little brown bunny for a moment, before turning back towards the dead body leaning against the rock. Placing the arrow back in his quiver while throwing the bow over his shoulder, Alaric reached down and scooped up Elaina into his arms.

It took almost a whole hour for Alaric the Hunter to return to Greenleaf Village, but as he cleared the treeline and made his way up the straight dirt road towards the wooden gates, many a farmer and field worker paused from their daily labors to feast their eyes on Alaric and the lifeless woman he held in his arms. As he approached the village, it didn't take long for others to realize what had happened. A loud scream could be heard from an old woman, which immediately attracted the attention of the whole village. It was Elaina's mother, one of the elders who had raised her since she was a child. The old woman came screaming and crying as she approached Alaric, wearing a hood and apron over her flower pink dress. "Elaina! Elaina! Oh heavens no, Elaina!" The old woman was crying hysterically as she ran up to place her hands on the lifeless body of her deceased daughter. Sir Alaric placed Elaina down against the wooden wall near the gate.

Within moments, a large crowd had gathered around them and the gatekeepers came out to investigate. Sir Alaric was well-known in Greenleaf Village, having been raised there all his life. To the locals, he was a famous ranger, well-respected as a friend of both humans and woodland elves alike. He was also a knight and guardian of the townsfolk and everyone in Greenleaf Village spoke very highly of him. Alaric nodded his head to the guard in the tower as he rolled up his arm sleeves and washed the blood from his hands in the water barrel near the gate entrance. Soon, he was approached by a small handful of soldiers who led Alaric through the gateway into the village. "Lord Alaric, you returned safely. What happened?" One of the guards asked, placing a hand on his shoulder as they made their way into the frantic town center. "I must speak to the elders," Alaric said quietly as a handful of soldiers escorted him up to the main hall.

Greenleaf Village was small, but busy. There were butchers, smiths, builders and merchants all at work within the town walls. There was a market place, a blacksmith, a school house, a tavern, a barracks, stables, mangers, straw huts and even a water well located in the town center next to the town hall. The entire Greenleaf Village was surrounded by a high wooden gate made of upright stakes that stood fifteen feet high, with a small wooden watch tower near the gate where archers and guards were posted by the town bell in case of an impending siege. Sir Alaric and the small band of soldiers with him would make their way up the small sloped steps to the town hall, where they were greeted by two more guards in heavy armor. The guards would bow to Sir Alaric as he approached them. Alaric nodded respectfully to them as he walked through the open arched doorway into the main hall, where a handful of elders were seated in a circle waiting for him.

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The Smithy rang with sounds of metal striking metal as a Dwarf named Bolin Forkinson hammered out seven metal rods, four of soft iron and three of steel. That was one of the secrets to making a good sword, mixing the two different types of metal; That and the making of the steel. Heat the metal too much and it would become brittle and smash, not enough heat and the iron would not temper, knowing the right color to heat the metal too was crucial, his mentor told him that it was the color of the sun at sunset on a summer evening, but to Bolin it was the color of day old blood. When he was satisfied he had heated the metal to the tight temperature he plunged the three rods of iron into the trough of oil beside the anvil to quench the iron the final step in turning them into steel, know the real work could begin heating each rod to soften it so he could twist the rods into a tight spiral, leaving the longest rod of steel to the last which would make the spine of the sword taking the four rods of iron and heat welding them to the spine of the sword before placing the shortest two rods of steel along the outside edges and welding them to the rest of the sword, know the final step of the forging of this blade could begin the hearing and hammering and shaping to turn the seven rods of steel into a sword fit for any knight of the realm.

He had just finished putting the pommel and handles on the sword when he heard the screams of a woman coming from the edge of town near the gate, without thinking he dropped his hammer, snatched up the newly made sword and charged out of the forge making his way towards the direction the screams were coming from rounding the corner of a large building he came across the scene of the disturbance seeing a tall hooded man man carrying a young red headed woman who even from his distance he could see had been fatally wounded. he turned back towards the forge muttering to himself, "That this could only mean trouble." as a stranger in town he might be blamed. Making his way back to the mean little forge that he had used to make the sword, even though it was basic and primitive compared to the forges of his homeland he was proud of the sword he had made there , knowing it was one of the fines swords he had ever made. now he just had to hope the locals would pay him what it was worth. Entering the forge he gathered his tools pacing them in his pack and picking up his pack and Axe he had a quick look round the smithy to make sure he had everything packed away.

He left the forge this time heading for the main hall of green leaf hoping that the village elders would have the coin he was promised for the forging of this sword. As he approached the hall the two heavily armored Guards blocked the doorway. he spoke to them briefly about his business with the village elders and was allowed into the building.

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With a successful retreat into the crowded town centre, Sasha calmed himself down, slowing to a walk with his spear held across his shoulder while the other hand rested against his head; still suffering from the hangover. "Damn, I should have stayed there for the free breakfast. No matter, I'll just grab some bread or something." he spoke to himself as he pushed his way through the large commotion, circling around three people. An elder, some archer guy, and some dead girl. It doesn't really make sense on why everyone makes a fuss over this; oh, the dead girl.

"Oh no, someone died?!" Sasha added to the many words thrown around the group as the elder seemed to panic. Sasha paused for a moment, his face full of shock with his hand covering his mouth; suddenly, he returned to his normal self with the words "No matter, shit happens. What a waste of a beauty, though." before he continued on through the streets, waiting for the people to get back to their usual day so he could grab some food, and maybe some ale.

Little did he notice that the archer was walking in the opposite direction to him, walking straight past without a single word or signs of acknowledgement. A good thing. As the archer walked past, Sasha stopped him his tracked and looked back, watching the man walk with gatekeepers and interacted with the guards. Turns out that guy is important, kinda.

"Maybe, if I see him again, I'll ask if there's any jobs for someone like me. I'm in need of some more money for supplies before I migrate next full moon." Sasha thought as he headed straight to a tavern. It's a hard time living as a nomad, with this family tradition of migrating every full moon; but then again, it's an easy life popping around the realm. If he slept with some captains daughter and was hunted down, he'd be forgotten by the time he returns, and there's less things to worry about like starting a family or looking after a house. Although, it would be a good idea to head outside the gates to see Kharid, his grey wolf familiar. From the habit of towns refusing entry because of Kharid, the wolf simply waits outside, using it's instinct to hunt and sleep without getting hurt.

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"Lord Alaric, what a surprise. I trust you have a good reason for summoning the council in such an untimely manner." An old woman spoke out into the large circular open hall from among the Elder's thrones. She appeared to be quite unimpressed by Alaric's offering of respect, as he took a knee and bowed his head to the entire council. "Forgive me for intruding upon you like this madam, but I have an urgent message concerning a matter of great importance," Alaric said and he stood up and lowered his hood. "What is it this time, Alaric? Have you come to tell us another one of your fairy tales?" An old man asked rhetorically in a way that was obviously sarcastic. "No my lord," Alaric said as he approached the Elder's thrones. "I'm here to inform you that the Orknir have returned to Barrendor," the hunting ranger replied with a look of deep seriousness in his eyes.

There was scoffing and laughter throughout the town hall. "Hah! Orknir? The Orknir are extinct dear boy," commented one of the elders. "Nobody has seen Orknir in Barrendor for over a hundred years," the old man continued. "Or more," another elder soon added. Alaric bit his lip and turned to face the open doorway to the village. "Explain that to the mother whose daughter just died," Alaric pointed at the crowd that was gathered around the front gates. "She said she was attacked," Alaric said as the Elders gazed out of the open town hall into the village. "Attacked?" One of the elders asked, inquisitively. "By Orknir," Alaric said as he held up the Orknar's claw that had fallen from one of the woman's wounds. Alaric tossed the claw on to the cold hard floor in front of the council thrones. The elders looked down at the claw briefly as it hit the ground, then turned to gossip and whisper amongst themselves before looking back at Alaric with more seriousness. "Lord Alaric, if it is true what you say then that can only mean one thing, that the Lunarians have returned to Barrendor." Alaric lowered his head again, reflecting on what that meant for the first time. Suddenly, there was nothing but silence echoing throughout the entire town hall.

"The council will need more time to make plans." One of the elders had broken the silence. "Time?" Alaric said while raising his voice. "The Orknir are already here, there is no time t-" Alaric was rudely interrupted by another one of the elders. "We will hold a meeting tonight and announce our decision tomorrow," the elderly woman said with sternness in her eyes. Alaric knew there was no reasoning with the elders. They were old and stubborn in their ways. He bowed his head again to the entire council before pulling his hood up once more. "We may all be dead tomorrow," he replied as he turned to walk out of the town hall. As he made his way back towards the direction he came, he passed the guards and walked out of the town hall just as Bolin was entering. Alaric had not seen many dwarfs in this part of the land before, but his mind was elsewhere at the moment and he needed to drowned his frustrations. He started heading towards the local tavern. As he entered the tavern, Alaric noticed that it was quite packed and busy. There were people laughing, chatting and getting drunk off the local mead. Others were being served food and drinks, while dancers and musicians kept them entertained. The tavern was always full of commotion and the Greenleaf brewery attracted customers from all over the world. No place in Greenleaf Village was as populated or as diverse in character as the local tavern and Alaric was in dire need of a cold beer.

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Bolin noted the look of frustration on the man's face as he left the town hall just as Bolin entered it, knowing that if one of their own was frustrated by them, then a dwarf was in trouble. Bolin bowed to the council. "My Lords and Ladies, I have completed the sword that you commissioned from me three days ago." With a flourish, he presented it for their approval, "I have come to collect my fee as we discussed earlier." Just then, he noticed the Orknir claw on the floor for the first time.

The oldest looking elder spoke first. "About that, we have been discussing it and we have decided that we can only pay you 10 silver pieces due to the-" Bolin cut him off, "That is only a third of the price we agreed upon," taking back the sword as he spoke. "I'm afraid I can't sell it to you for any less than 30 pieces of silver." Bolin stooped over to pick up the Orknir claw. "I'm sure I can find someone in the village to meet my asking price." With a smirk, he tossed the claw into one of the ladies' laps and went striding out of the town hall, walking passed the guards as he headed for the tavern.

Once he had entered the tavern, Bolin looked around at the diverse mix of people. Thinking to himself that this was more like it, he approached the bar and ordered a pint of their finest mead before spotting the same man as before at the town hall, standing all alone at the counter by himself. Bolin walked over to Alaric, placing his pack on the floor and introduced himself. "My name is Bolin Forkinson, may I join you?" Without waiting for an answer, Bolin sat down, placing his pint and newly forged sword on the table between them.

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"Ladies, ladies, one at a time. There's only so much of me to go around." Sasha spoke to the five women fawning over him as he sat back relaxing; bread in one hand, ale in the other. The tavern was a very open place, an area where anyone's troubles disappears, drowned in the alcohol they consumed as they enjoyed themselves. Anyone and everyone is welcome in the tavern where discrimination does not exist, one could easily find jobs, targets, information, the list goes on. For Sasha, it's girls.

However, this fact had quickly changed as soon as the familiar bowman entered the tavern, hanging at the bar with a dwarf. Of course, Sasha had made the decision to get a job from someone as important as this particular man, and judging from his expression, something important might be around.
"Excuse me, girls, I have some business to attend to." Sasha apologised as he pulled himself from the annoyingly aroused bodies surrounding him, resisting their small pulls and pleads as he grabbed his spear. "Don't worry, I'll be back very soon." he promised as he rested his hand against one of the women's face, causing her to close her eyes expecting a kiss. Only to be left disappointed as Sasha left the group, heading to the bar while calling out: "Another ale over here!"

"Knock knock, how's it going, lads?" Sasha started the conversation as he suddenly appeared between the two, using his free hand to swipe his thumb across the blade of the tabletop sword, easily drawing blood, "Ouch, nice job. That's a good sword." he complimented the dwarf as he placed his thumb in his mouth to stop the bleeding. Only to look around at the two's serious faces as they drunk their pints, giving off a sigh as he did so, before his ale was placed on the bar. Giving a big smile as he took a large gulp and ready to get into grabbing a job from the archer.

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Sir Alaric was enjoying his beer and admiring Bolin's handiwork when Sasha McLoughton appeared at the bar with them. It wasn't very long before all three of them were engaged in a conversation together. Alaric and Bolin expressed their own disappointments with the Elder's Guild, while Sasha commented on the fine taste of ale and women, something that both Alaric and Bolin could agree with. A ranger, a sorcerer and a dwarf, three men who had no idea that their meeting at the bar would soon spark one of the longest, most dangerous adventures that any one of them had ever been on. All three of them were unique in their own way, having different skills and personalities which seemed to conflict, and yet compliment one another.

Time seemed to pass very quickly at the tavern. Hours went by and the three of them were still talking, laughing and getting drunk off of the Greenleaf brewery. Sasha was having fun staggering and trying to dance with the ladies while not spilling his ale. Bolin was halfway leaned over on his stool, propped up against the bar with a joyful grin and mead running down his beard. Alaric was leaning forward quietly with his elbows on the bar, trying to regain his composure with his hood pulled up to conceal his head. "You know," Alaric said quietly in what almost appeared to be a deep whisper, "I grew up in this place." He didn't seem to be talking to anyone in particular, although he was in fact speaking to his newly found friends at the bar.

Was he being bi-polar? Alaric's tone seemed to alter the mood of their gathering, as the laughter changed to a more serious conversation. Or perhaps he was just being drunk, which often caused Alaric to seem bi-polar at times. He was conflicted between being a humorous drunkard and having other more knightly responsibilities. "My father once told me about a time when these lands were not so plentiful," Alaric said while placing his empty pint-sized mug on the counter. The bartender went to pour him some more beer, but Alaric covered his cup and motioned to the barkeeper that he was done drinking. After all, he had been at the bar since the early morning and now it was almost late afternoon. Alaric was getting tired, but he still needed to stay focused. He knew that the townsfolk could be in danger at any moment and he needed to stay awake.

"Have you ever seen an Orknar?," Alaric asked as he stood up from the bar and looked at his associates. "Hideous, pig-like swine with grotesque features," Alaric started to go into more detail about them. "Powerful under-bites with two bottom fangs like the tusks of a wild boar," he continued, "Green and yellow eyes, so unnatural that they could strike fear into the hearts of men." Alaric had never actually encountered Orknir before. Nobody in his generation had ever seen one. Alaric was merely passing on the stories he was told by his father Sir Albrecht Walcott, who had passed them down from Alaric's grandfather. Alaric's grandfather was now deceased, but he had written many legends and fairy-tales about the Lunarians who once inhabited the continent during an early period which seemed to have been long forgotten by Alaric's time.

"If the Orknir have returned to Barrendor, then the Lunarians must have a new emperor. Why else would they come up from the netherworld, unless they were planning to invade?" Alaric remembered his father's oral stories all too well. "Alaric, you naive fool, your grandfather was a loon. Those fairy-tales were designed for children to frighten them out of going into the forest at night, that's all. There's no truth to any of those stories," commented one of the other drunkards at the bar. Of course, everyone in Greenleaf Village was familiar with the lore of old, but nobody really took it seriously. Alaric turned his back on the group of drinkers who were laughing and mocking him from a distance. He focused his attention on Sasha and Borin, more interested in hearing what they had to say and wondering if they had any thoughts about the old legends.

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Bolin was enjoying the ale and company of the two men smiling at Sasha carefree attitude as he danced and flirted with the female tavern patrons and listening to their stories of their lives here on the surface world it intrigued him would he ever be able to return to his homeland if not he might settle down in a place like this as long as he didn't have to deal with the beardless fools on the Elder Council.

At the mention of Orknir Bolin sobered up."Ive done more than seen or heard of those filth" Cursing himself for forgetting the Claw from earlier, "Sir Alaric were did you find the Claw that was in the council chamber this morning" reaching into his pack he pulled out a crude map of the area. Turning to the drinkers "If Sir Alaric is right and the Orknir have returned to the surface of Tellusia we had all better start being more cautious".

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Drink in one hand with the other around the waist of yet another woman, Sasha swayed side to side as he emptied his drink down his alcoholic throat, discarding the glass on one of the tables nearby before he jumped into a jig with the woman to the upbeat sounds of the tavern's band. That was, until things had suddenly become serious; Sasha's overly sensitive hearing easily picked up both Alaric's and Bolin's serious words as the group of drunk delinquents threw insults at them. Although this subject had nothing to do with Sasha, he had never heard of such 'Orknir', nor would he bother worrying about their existence. Of course, as a drunk man who sees life as a playground, Sasha had to join in with the drunkards' insults;

"They sound a lot like your mother, Alaric." Sasha called out, following his words with his own laughter which sparked laughter to spread across the whole tavern, not just at the joke or Alaric's words, but at the fact that everyone was laughing. This is a place of enjoyment, not seriousness, at least Sasha could get back to the women...




Meanwhile, at the gates of the town, a lone being riding a saddle-less horse arrived. Barking and growling ensued as the horse approached the main gate, a grey wolf, Kharid, instantly recognised such a being. Thus, he attempted to scare it away, in some form of protection, or perhaps just hatred. "I recognise this mutt..." A deep, Asian voice spoke out from beneath the Chinese-styled armoured man, a short sword held at the waist with a long, burning spear strapped to the side of the horse.
"Now that I made it here, I just need to look. Anywhere with alcohol..." The voice continued as the man dismounted from his horse, calmly leading it into the town as he searched impatiently for the tavern...

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Sir Alaric paid no attention to the comments about him, or Sasha's joke about his mother, simply responding with an intoxicated smirk of his own. One might have even heard what sounded like the beginning of a chuckle. Alaric suddenly turned again to Bolin, remembering the Orknar's claw from earlier. Again, his expression turned to seriousness. "Aye, the claw." Alaric decided that he would need another beer, if he was going to recollect this story. "I got it from Elaina," he replied as the bartender filled his mug with one of the best brews that Greenleaf Village had to offer. "The girl who died this morning," Alaric continued as he lifted his cup and took a swig. Suddenly, the laughter and dancing started to die down a bit as some people began to focus on the gentlemen at the bar. "It was stuck in her skin," Alaric said with sorrow in his voice. Suddenly, the entire tavern was dead silent. The music and dancing came to a halt and everyone's gaze was fixed upon the three characters at the bar. Alaric was leaning forward over the counter with his elbows, staring down at his own reflection in the beer. Bolin sat next to him, looking over a map that he had in his possession while Sasha stood beside them both with his arm still wrapped around one of the random ladies he had just met. The entire tavern seemed to be looking directly at them.

Their silence was only broken when the tavern doors swung open and a shadowy figure stood posted in the doorway. The clanking of footsteps echoed through the whole room as Xue Goldsworth suddenly entered the tavern...

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Looking up from his map as the stranger entered the tavern, Bolin examined Xue's strange outfit before returning his attention back to his map and to his companions. "I've never known Orknir to travel so far from their tunnel system. The nearest entrance I know of is over 100 miles from here and they never travel alone." Bolin reached out for another drink, then slowly rose to his feet. "I propose a toast to Elaina, whose tragic death gave us advance warning of this new threat."


With that being said, Bolin would raise his cup...

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"McLoughton!" The Asian accented voice called out throughout the tavern, interrupting Bolin's toast while striking a small cheer down the spine of the man who bore the name. Busy making out with yet another woman, the name quickly brought Sasha back to his senses, pulling himself off the woman with a wink before he gave a small glance towards Xue, who was still frantically looking over the crowded tavern for his target.

"Uh oh..." Sasha spoke to himself as he began to rush to the other side of the bar where he had left his spear, hoping to not get noticed. But it was too late.
"Don't you try to weasel out of this now, you bastard." Xue continued as he drew his sword, stamping his feet forward in a direct course to Sasha. "Now I can fulfil the prophecy with your head!"
"Ahah," Sasha hummed to himself as he ducked out of view for a moment, only to return with a drinking glass in his hand, "How about no?" Sasha replied before smashing the glass across the head of one of the most brutish people in the room, quickly ducking out of the way as the man reacted with a swing of his burly fist, only to strike another large woodcutter who stood behind Sasha.

With just these two moves and a few seconds for the rest of the tavern to process the current situation, total anarchy suddenly broke out. The whole room fell into a mess of drunkards striking at each other. Anyone who was nearby was a victim of the enraged man who dropped his drink. Even Xue, who's sword was slapped out of his hand as a smith swung a drunk fist, only to have it clang against the metal armour plating Xue's body, with an armoured hand striking the side of his head to send him to sleep. The tavern's band took advantage of such a situation, playing a little background music to assist in the mood of the anarchy which flooded the room.

Sasha, on the other hand, moved with great swiftness. Dodging between punches, swinging his body around people and acting as a pivot to one of the drunkards who insulted Alaric as they stepped back, tripping over and hitting their head on a stool. Finally, the spear was in his sights, he just needed to reach out and...

"You little shit." A deep, alcoholic voice spoke out to Sasha as he was lifted into the air and slammed into one of the tables. It was the brute he had hit with the glass before. "I'll make sure you won't forget this beating you-"
"Wait!" Sasha interrupted, his hands held above his head, "I feel like you need to learn a new term. It's a very nice term, it's called stalling."
The brute cocked his head to the side in confusion as he allowed Sasha to continue, still holding him down on the table;
"Stalling is an act where someone distracts another in order to drag their attention away from a planned action to enable it to take place without interruption. A good example is right now, because I need some time to cast."
And with the end of his small lesson, Sasha clicked his fingers, giving off a very low pitched, pulse sound as the air in front of him became visibly distorted. Sound waves pushed outwards against the brute, effectively throwing him into a wall.
"Right, spear." Sasha reminded himself as he brushed himself off, only to see the spear had disappeared from its place. He frantically looked around the disaster for the spear, only to see some drunkard using it as a club. "No no no no no no, you'll break it!"

As he made a beeline to the spear, dodging more drunkards, Sasha took advantage of the situation. It wasn't like he could get hurt after he had activated the continuous cast of sound manipulation. And so, he danced, moving in beat with the song played by the tavern's band, easily dodging anyone who targeted him. He even took drinks from people's hands and drank them down in one gulp, having the time of his life. That was, until the glass was cut clean in half as he held it to his mouth. Xue had gotten past the anarchy.

"I ain't falling for your crafty shit, McLoughton." Xue stated,
"Ah, it's been a while!" Sasha replied, giving a little thought before continuing, "Zoo? Zoo-eh? Zee-ooh?"
"It's Xue."
"Y'know, just writing your name out like that without any phonetics doesn't help with any pronunciation."
Xue gave off a confused look as Sasha spoke, looking up as if he was talking to someone.
"Whatever, I'll kill you!" He quickly shook off the confusion as the sword was swung again, aimed straight for Sasha's neck, but quickly countered as Sasha ducked below the sword and span around Xue to get away. He still danced to the tune while dodging the blade and focusing on his spear.
That was, until a table had gotten in the way, forcing Sasha to climb backwards onto the table, giving a small jig as he kicked at some drunkards' heads to clear a path across people's shoulders to the spear.
"I think it's time for your afternoon nap." Sasha stated as he tapped on the drunk's head, giving off a small pulse which incapacitated him, allowing the spear to return to Sasha's hands once more. And just in time, Xue had pushed through the crowd and swung his blade down towards Sasha, who blocked it by holding the spear sideways...

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The solemn moment of his toast dissolved into chaos as the tavern erupted into a drunken brawl, with a chuckle he finished his drink and strode his way into the chaos and joined in the brawl catching one of the villagers with an uppercut, lifting him off his feet and sending him crashing into a table, scattering glasses and customers, swaying to his side as he avoided a punch from a burly farmer. Bolin used the momentum of the farmers swing to spin him around before shoving him away. He danced into the chaos as the band struck up their tune, laughing and thinking to himself; I haven't had this much fun in months. A punch suddenly hit him on his left side and Bolin could hear the man's knuckles brake as they made contact with his Dwarf-mail armor. As the man clutched his injured hand, Bolin hit him square on the jaw, putting him to sleep. He then picked up one of the apprentice smiths who had insulted him when he arrived in the village a few days ago, lifting him overhead before tossing him over the bar at the tavern keeper with his incredible Dwarfish strength.

As he saw Xue start attacking the unarmed Sasha with his sword, Bolin reached back onto the bar counter and grabbed his newly made sword, rushing head first back into the fight, scattering men from his path as he drove towards the pair headlong. Bolin watched Xue come down with an overhead slash at Sasha, who had barely blocked the blow with his spear shaft. Just as Sasha and Xue struck each others' weapons, Bolin swung his new sword upwards between them, smashing the weapons apart. "Enough!" He shouted as he forced them apart.

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Sir Alaric stood up and was just about to raise his mug to offer a toast with Bolin, when Xue suddenly interrupted their little get together by calling out Sasha's name. Before he could even figure out what was happening, Alaric found himself in the middle of a drunken bar-fight. At first, he had decided to just stand back and watch as he lifted the mug to his lips, but one of the clumsy brawlers accidently knocked the cup out of his hand as he was falling. Alaric's beer spilled on to the pants of yet another nearby drinker, who quickly turned to swing a fist at Alaric's jaw. Alaric moved his head back as the stranger's fist collided with another man's chin, knocking him off of his bar stool.

Alaric knew right then that there was no way to escape the chaos. As the man who had swung at him the first time drew his other fist back to swing at him again, Alaric quickly elbowed him in the nose, causing the clumsy brawler to stare at Alaric in stillness for a moment before stumbling backwards. As he fell backwards, the man hit his head on the bar, knocking himself out while Alaric stepped over someone else's body just to be whacked over the back of his head with an empty wine bottle. Luckily, the bottle shattered as it hit the back of his head, nullifying most of the power and damage it would cause as Alaric turned around to see who was attacking him. To his surprise, it was one of the women that Sasha had been flirting with. As the young lady tried to slash at Alaric's face with the sharp edges of the now broken wine bottle, Alaric would seize her wrist and stare blankly at her for a moment as if trying to figure out what was going through her mind.

The young lady had fear in her eyes as she tried to struggle away from him, still holding the broken wine bottle in the hand that Alaric had seized. Just then, he felt another whack across the center of his back which caused him to let go and stumble forward. This time, it was one of the other drunkards from the bar. "Get your dirty hands off my woman!" The drunkard said as he took another swing at Alaric with his pool stick. The ranger turned around just in time to raise his arms in front of his face in a defensive reaction to the pool stick, which broke in half over Alaric's arms. "Your woman?!" The young lady replied angrily as she stabbed the drunkard in the ribs with the broken wine bottle. Alaric watched as the man winced in agony after being stabbed. Anticipating that the rather husky man would try to strike back, Alaric clenched his fist and delivered a square punch directly to the brute's open throat, hitting him in the larynx. The drunkard dropped his broken pool stick and quickly grabbed his own neck with both hands. He tried to cry out, but he couldn't breathe. The young lady immediately followed with a kick to the man's groin, causing him to fall to his knees while still holding his neck.

Sir Alaric knew he had to get out of harm's way, so he quickly stepped over a few fallen bodies and pushed his way through the chaos, ducking and dodging everything in his path as everyone in the bar was stirred into a frenzy. There were tables, chairs, glass bottles, fruit baskets and everything else being thrown across the tavern as people started wrestling and fighting. It was like a battle royal had just suddenly taken effect. As he pushed his way through the bar, Alaric managed to snatch a half-empty whiskey bottle from one of the drunkards who was planning to swing it at somebody else. "Thank you," Alaric said with a smirk, nodding to the man with a gesture of respect just as another man tackled the now disarmed drunkard to the ground. Taking a swig from the bottle, Alaric looked around the bar for Bolin and Sasha.

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It wasn't long before the town guards pushed their ways into Greenleaf Tavern, wearing full body armor with long heavy shields and spears. They would swiftly quell the chaos in the bar, breaking people apart as they smashed their way through the crowd and beat people down with the blunt end of their spear-shafts. Alaric tried to slip away unnoticed, but was soon greeted at the back doors by a wall of shields and spears. He stopped and placed his hands above his head, surrendering to the authorities. One of the guards would whack the back of his leg with a spear-shaft, forcing Alaric to take a knee while another guard forcefully grabbed his arms and placed them behind his back, slapping cuffs around his wrists. As this happened, more guards would surround Alaric's associates at the bar. A circle of rectangular shields formed a phalanx around Xue and Sasha, enclosing Bolin along with them as several sharp pointed spears pointed at them from every direction. It wasn't long before they all found themselves in the back of the same ox-drawn patty wagon as Alaric, who was sitting there with a potato bag over his head. Soon, the rest of them would be bagged and shackled the same way, with heavy chains connecting between their wrists and ankles so that none of them could escape. With the tavern's peace and order now restored, Alaric, Bolin, Sasha and Xue were hauled off to the stockade, where they would spend an entire night in the dungeon.

The following morning...

At sunrise, the prisoners were escorted by their heavy chains into the town hall. The potato bags were removed from their heads so that all of them could see, while a council of elders stood before them. The rest of the villagers had also been gathered together for this very important town meeting. It appeared that the council had considered Sir Alaric's proposal and had finally come to a decision on what to do about the orknir. "Good people of Greenleaf, it has come to our attention that a young lady was killed yesterday while foraging in the forest." The townsfolk would stop and stare at each other as one of the elders spoke. "It appears there may be a predator in the forest, so until we discover what it is, nobody is to wander outside the village." Alaric looked over at Bolin, Sasha and Xue, who were all standing beside him with heavy shackles around their wrists and ankles. "Concerning the event which took place last night at the tavern," one of the elders continued, "It appears there is some punishment in order. Perhaps we need to make an example," the elder said as he turned his attention to the four prisoners. "Sir Alaric, the council is extremely disappointed. You of all people should know better." Alaric lowered his head, remaining silent. He knew it was pointless to try and explain what had really happened and the council didn't seem to care for any excuses. "Sir Alaric, you are hereby demoted from your position as a knight," the elder said as one of the guards ripped the patch off of Alaric's shoulder, stripping him of his badge of honor. With that, he was given another swift spear jab to the back of the leg, again causing Alaric to kneel shamefully before the Elder's Guild.

"As for you and your friends," another elder commented, "All four of you are now sentenced to hang by the neck until-" Just then, the elder was suddenly interrupted by someone else from the council. "A public execution is rather harsh, might I suggest an alternative?" All the townsfolk were watching, as the council turned to one another and spoke quietly among themselves before turning to Alaric and his gang of misfits. "Very well," an elder said. "All four of you are now banished from Greenleaf Village and exiled into the Oaknut Forest starting today. You are not to return to Greenleaf Village until you have either captured the beasts responsible for this young lady's death, or until you are all brought back in the same manner she was." This was the council's final decision. The guards would use their skeleton keys to unlock the shackles around everyone's ankles and wrists, removing the heavy chains to allow them their freedom. Alaric stood up and looked at the council quietly, saying nothing as he rubbed his sore wrists and considered their punishment. It was practically a death sentence, but at least they would have a fighting chance to survive in the forest. With that, the council would stand up from their thrones and make their exit from the town hall, while the townsfolk continued to mingle and gossip among themselves. As the guards returned everyone's weapons and armor, Alaric grabbed his own weapons and turned to look at his associates, giving them a look of concern as if to warn them. But no warning was needed. The council's own warning was loud and clear.

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Bolin stared At the council giving the a look of utter contempt as he considered their words, after he was released he slowly gathered up his equipment and started putting on his armor as he thought to himself, 'at least some of the elders aren't as dumb as they look and where are the villagers that we had the brawl with'

Looking round at his new companions he shrugged his shoulders. "I guess were going to be out in the forest for awhile so we will need to get some provisions and the like? he slowly started going through his pack making sure all his belonging were still their as he didn't trust any of the village guards

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The sun slowly rises over the horizon, shining its life-giving light over the trees of Oaknut Forest.

With a moan and a groan, an ancient relic awakes from its slumber.

Picking himself up from the floor, Quincy rubs his eyes and inspects himself. He wore a rusted breastplate hammered out of a single ingot of iron, making it incredibly thin, the lack of polish making it look like it had been carved out of stone. On his hands were a pair of broken copper gauntlets, his legs covered in the remains of some leather pantaloons. On his head lied a helm of steel; it was his most prized possession at the moment.

Propped against a tree, a rusted rapier, covered in notches from extreme wear and tear and broken in half, lay still as a single beam of light glinted against its hilt.

"Well, nothing touched my shit last night."

A loud yawn would suddenly erupt from the orc, triggering the fear of many nearby animals.

"Hmm. What to do today."

Quincy looked about for a moment, trying to decide on what he should dedicate his sunlight to.

"My pockets are empty. No money left to buy shit with."

A grumbling noise would make itself present for an instant before vanishing.

"Food would be great right about now."

A sigh leaves the elder adventurer's lips as he looked over his equipment a second time.

"And my current equipment is basically worthless."

Looking into the distance, the Lunarian contemplated his situation for a bit before venturing off in a random direction, in search for the essential supplies needed for his well-being.

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As the council rambled on with their words to the people, Sasha stood impatiently, his body was swaying side to side with boredom as he continuously looked around at the surrounding people, his small grin of accomplishment still plagued his face as the girls he was flirting with last night looked away in disappointment; quickly removing the smile from his face as he gave off a little sigh.

Xue, on the other hand, listened intently to the councils words, he took their orders to heart as his soldier-like instinct took over. It was a quest he was assigned to do, and so he must do it to prevent bringing a bad name to the Goldsworth family. In the mean time, he should be able to successfully kill the careless Sasha which stood beside him. "I have learned to live off the land for occasions such as these, small man." Xue replied to the dwarf's statement as he head off to his horse, ready to get going.

Once released, Sasha leaned back with his arms in the air, giving himself a large stretch. "I've had worse mornings; I slept with some damn ugly woman a few months back." He spoke out, shrugging the weight of the council's orders off his shoulders as he looked to Alaric, expecting some sort of reaction before heading for the main gate. "Banishment doesn't matter, I'll just head to a new town. You guys have fun!" He called out once more before giving off a whistle to call Kharid to his side, ready to leave.

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Alaric gathered his things and headed out of the townhall into the town village. By now, most of the villagers had already gone about their day and were scattered all around the streets of Greenlead Village, working hard and being productive. The market place was busy as people were buying, trading and selling goods they had obtained through imports and exports. Alaric made his way through several small crowds of people as he walked down the dirt road towards the village gate.

He wouldn't bother to stop for any provisions, as the guards in the dungeon had seized all of his money. All he had now was an empty coinbag, but at least he still had the rest of his inventory and all of his weapons as he made his way to the entrance of the village. Pulling a thin copper necklace chain out from his shirt collar, Alaric would raise the small copper dog whistle attached to the necklace and give it a quick blow. Soon, a rather large red haired Tellusian bloodhound started following Alaric towards the front gate. As the hound caught wind of Kharid, it looked up to see the grey wolf walking by and let off a low growl. "Come, Scarlet, save it for the forest." The rather old bloodhound, hearing her name being called, immediately perked her ears and sped up to walk by Alaric's side. He assumed his colleagues weren't far behind him.

Alaric would reach over and pet the hound, squatting down next to her and petting her face with both hands. "You and I have come a long way old girl and you have always come to me when I needed your help." Alaric reached into his bag and pulled out a small breaded muffin, feeding it to the massive long floppy eared red hound dog, who quickly munched on it and gobbled down the whole muffin with her giant pink tongue. "But I have one more favor to ask of you," Alaric said as he pet the hound on the head. "We're going into the forest to track down some monsters and bring them back here. I need you to be my eyes and ears out there, okay?" Alaric stood up and continued walking out of the village, while Scarlet followed closely beside him.