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Vanarak the White Bull

"I like to think of myself as a very enthusiastic wanderer"

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a character in “Legends of Gialpha”, as played by Long Lost Lius

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Race: Therian, Minotaur
Primary Skill: Brute Force, Berserker. Image
Other Skills: Vanarak could generally be described as witty, Being quite skilled at talking with people, And eventually cleaving them. But his personality is changed upon facing brutal combat. He grows a bloodlust unlike any orc and is capable of shrugging of wounds that most would call lethal. The old tribal tattoes scattered across his body is one of his tribes oldest ritauls wich also grants Vanarak a slight protection against Magic, This also works against him as the tattoes easily attracts attention from magic casters becuse of their rarity.
Basics: A whopping 7"4 and 340 lbs and rugged white fur, His eyes appear white but with a closer look you can see his black pupils
Back Story: Grab one of the newer books re-enacting any of the recent large battles and you will find atleast one line about the feared White Bull. It is quite the rumour going around the many kingdoms of how this white minotaur is actually a ghost, A wraith which holds all the fury of the Minotaur race and releases it upon the battlefield. In all actuality there is nothing magical about Vanarak, he is an descendant of one of the oldest tribes in all of Gialpha, His tribe had completely refused the technological and magical advances that was appearing around Gialpha, Their tribe who's name have been lost to time used only their weaponry and ancient magic. Vanarak was trained the exact way as any other member of the tribe. But he was quick to realise, Their tribe would fall in no time at all. Their chef was proud, Wanting to show how powerful their people was. But It was clear how much stronger any other faction was, Their magic and tech made them far more superior. Thus, Vanarak left his tribe, To be devoured by the other factions. Yet he did not give in to the magic and tech, Using only his large Axe. With intentions unknown he has taken part in almost all battles, with immense results. Sometimes even fighting against his fellow Therians.

Note: Has an extreme weakness for any kinds of alcohol

So begins...

Vanarak the White Bull's Story

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Drake de Lascaux Character Portrait: Nyx Sadow Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen Character Portrait: The Guardian
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It was painful, In several ways. Vanarak was still
conscious,
So to say. Even if his mind was trapped inside this red mist which had lowered around him. He was fighting, But it felt so wrong. He could feel a familiar sense hit his skin, blood, But also that was, wrong. The blood made him rear back, like it was painful to the touch. Yet his frenzied mind could not be distracted. He dove for more targets, grabbing almost aimlessly in the direction of whatever that was infront of him. But he touched nothing. Something gently caressed his back. It was a sword, carving through his skin. Of course for Vanarak this was barely even felt, It wasn't even enough to stagger him.

In act of pure instict while turning around to face additional opponents Vanarak swung his head downwards forcing his horns down into earth attempting to simply impale Drake while spinning around. No more action could be taken as a weapon, of a size matching his own was being bringed down upon him. Raising his axe to attempt to block it, It would normally be considered a stupid way to try and block but withing the fuming anger there wasn't much room for thought, And Vanarak knew that he had more than enough Physical strength to block most attacks.

The blade struck against his axe. But the attack was just slightly off center, Something seemed to impact the wielder making his attack slightly inbalanced, instead striking the left most side of Vanarak's axe's handle. Giving him the chance to do an unexpectedly tactical maneuver, Switching the balance in his grip, letting the greatsword simply slip off the side. Vanarak's savage fury would probably have continued onto the knight who had swung at him. But a pitch black bolt impacted directly onto his face, The black goo-ish matter seemingly covering his eyes making him rear backwards. Only for The Guardian to make an impressive dive, Striking the blunt end of her spear onto his forehead, A resounding crack echoing from it.

The strike was powerful, definitely something that could break a mans skull. Vanarak stood completely still, But just for a second. A blunt weapon hitting him against his head was almost as ineffecient as an attack against him could get as Vanarak's skull was like a thick helmet. Bullheaded became a saying for a reason. Yet the attack was definitely felt, The blinding magic kept Vanarak from making any sort of preparation and the blow, well,
It knocked some sense into him


Perhaps as the blow knocked out some of the frenzied consciousness it made room for his sane consciousness. Expending some of the escaping anger Vanarak swung his free hand upwards attempting to simply grab the legs of The Guardian and slam her against the ground. Before finally taking several steps back. Dropping his axe and using his right hand to cover his face while the left tugged at his horn "Argh! No- uhh"

Vanarak fell to his knees, It was his mind fighting against his every bit of survival instinct. Every fiber of his body yelled at him to pick up his axe and swing it until nothing would dare to oppose him, Until nothing could oppose him. But he couldn't. Something was far too wrong.

I am in Control, I'm not a beast, I'm not a monster!

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Character Portrait: Vanarak the White Bull Character Portrait: Yevoc Cryoblood Character Portrait: Ash Jinxwisp Character Portrait: Tikal Character Portrait: Lailah Van Telias Character Portrait: Drake de Lascaux Character Portrait: Nyx Sadow Character Portrait: Alexander Typhen Character Portrait: The Guardian
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Drake swore he would have been gored had it not been for Alexander throwing the bull's attack off. Oddly enough, it seemed even the professional knight of noble stead hadn't landed a good blow. He could see the Avian try to orient himself after the attack, clearly off balance from something.

The bull Therian stumbled and turned away as dark magic impacted him from Nyx accompanied by some other stranger he hadn't seen with them before. Wherever she came from, her help was welcome.

Drake frowned as Vanarak began to stumble away from them and drop his axe. The beast roared and mumbled to himself while tugging his horn and clawing at his face. Perhaps the saying that bulls see red held more truth to it than probably the entire party wanted to admit.

Part of the Corsair wanted to drop everything and run to see what became of Lailah, if she even managed to hold on somehow or not. He glanced in her direction and found blue aura around her body projected by some sort of fairy. He had seen the fae associate with Yevoc previously, though it was a minute detail he had simply shrugged off to focus on more important things like an entire goblin village controlled by an ice troll with glowing eyes. Regardless, satisfied that Lailah was at least being tended to in some way Drake turned to Vanarak the Therian bull and watched him like a hawk, bloodied sword in hand. Anything else, even the pleas of another fae present for them to stop, simply melted into background noise as the sound of his thumping heart filled his ears and the hoarse, angered breathing of the Therian continued to puff out in a visible mist due to the cold. The moment it made a move he didn't like, he'd pounce.

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Lailah's mangled form spurted blood and twitched every few seconds. The young noble to drift in and out of consciousness, completely numb to pain in her state. Everything seemed so cold and dark...

Then, slowly, warmth came upon her. She could not see, hear, or comprehend where or why this warmth came about. All she knew was that it was a most pleasant feeling, akin to taking a rose scented bath. A sensation which washed away all woes and worries. Vaguely, in the back of her mind, she could hear the clashing of steel, the shattering of earth, and some hot-blooded shouting. The knight in her urged her to wake up and help, yet...

I'm sure Alexander, Captain Drake, and the others are more than capable of taking care of it...," she thought, her lips curling into a slight smile as Ash's blue light gradually restored her face.

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So much was going on around him, Ash was finding it hard to concentrate. The bull seemed to be settling down, though not at all calm. A new avian seemed to appear out of nowhere and was helping the others for which he was grateful. He could sense that Lailah was beginning to wake but he wasn’t finished healing her yet. He knew he had to speed up the process and the blood that had pooled in the crater began to flow from the crater back into the few open wounds that remained like a waterfall going in reverse. Ash knew the blood would help her to regain her strength. After all the blood had gone back into her there was nothing more he could do, she was healed but she had to wake up on her own. He took her back to the cave to get away from the bull should he decide to go on a rampage again. He set her down gently. “Hey, uh… girl, you need to wake up. We’re not exactly in a safe place right now.” He spoke as he shook her shoulders in an attempt to wake her up.

Yevoc was following the trail of dust as quickly as he could before it dissipated. He managed to get to the center of Frosthiem before it completely vanished. Luckily, he saw that the trail had led directly to an old cemetery and seemed to end abruptly at a plain looking headstone. As he walked through the city he was met with stares, muffled gasps, pointing and whispering. He had almost forgotten the fact that he was royalty until these people began to make a big deal out of seeing one of eleven princes of Polara. Before he could get to the gate of the cemetery, he was already swarmed by a mob of people. “Okay, look everyone, I need you all to back off of me.” He began to shout in order to be heard. “I have some important business to take care of, but afterward I will sign autographs and answer all the questions you want. Just let me do what I have to do first. Please go back to your daily routines.”

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Barrelling towards the wild bull, Alexander was taken completely by surprise when he felt a hitherto unseen projectile slam into him like a sack of potatoes. While the force of the blow did not stop him outright, it did stagger him enough that his charge veered off course, only able to strike a glancing blow at the Therian, if that.

Briefly glancing round to try and see what on earth had hit him, the sky knight saw that Nyx was now up and about and trying to subdue the minotaur despite breaking her leg mere minutes ago. The dark elf was also accompanied by a robed Avian woman. Latecomer to the bounty or not, the extra help was most welcome.

The winged maiden landed a most palpable hit on the Therian's head, and Alexander hefted his greatsword in preparation for making a killing blow when the bull fell to his knees, covering his face and tugging at one horn. Confusion overrode anger as Alexander held back, though he didn't dare relax his stance. As had only recently been proven, even a momentary lapse in concentration can prove fatal.

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Thump!

Tikal had slammed into the hulking Avian and successfully threw off his attack. Her Bull was spared! The blow would have surely been killing. Once he was stumbling though, she had to cling to him, briefly nursing her foot. When she'd hit, the body part had come into direct contact with him and absorbed quite a bit of shock. It had been throbbing with pain but Tikal had little time to spare. She cast a little numbing spell and shrank back down to the size of a normal Fae. "I'm sorry!" She said, breathlessly to the Avian as she flew forward to Vanarak.

He was being attacked from all angles as she pushed herself to move closer. There was no time to thwart the Dark Elf's blinding spells and she was powerless to stop the female Avian from bringing her weapon down unto the center of Vanarak's head. Tikal winced at the sound of it. Quickly, she shifted into her still small human size and summoned her plan.

Vanarak grumbled to himself, pulled his horns and clawed at his face. Tikal was panting, the shimmering outline of her now transparemt wings were trembling "Vanny! I-It's me! Tikal! Your fairy friend!" She called to him, taking a few cautious steps closer as she palmed her Beast Whistle. It wasn't actually a whistle. It was an Ocarina. Many Beast Fairies had one, as they often used them for leisurely songs. But they were also used in emergencies such as this. A beast would always be a beast, no matter how Domesticated or Sentient they were. But the sound of an Ocarina was soothing. It played low tones that leveled the psyche and high, yet smooth tones that focused the mind.

Tikal wet her lips and slowly sat down where she stood, crossing her legs. "I'm uh.. I'm gonna play you a song okay? But you have to listen. It won't be good if you're not listening..!" She called to him. Then, taking a deep breath, she positioned her fingers on a few of the many holes, placed her mouth on the pipe and blew a note.

A long low note. Then one bar higher. And then a small stair of notes that flowed together effortlessly. A high note and then a note to partner it. Tikal played easier and smoother the longer she went on, keeping a soothing melody in her head and letting her fingers lead the thought into a song. The sound filled the clearing and the air seemed to sigh in something like relief. Small birds began gliding over head, circling to listen. While small land creatures poked their heads out from behind undergrowth, swiveling their ears and settling down. Tikal kept one eye on Vanarak, lowering the notes or making them higher based on how he responded to them.

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Vanarak's mind was in a complete uproar. What was he supposed to do!? His thoughts melded with each other. Would they try to kill him? Should he let them? And then that bubbling rage inside him. Vanarak knew that even if he was to decide on letting the people kill him then his mad part would take control. He would fight to survive, no matter what. He unconsciously reached towards the axe, receiving killing glances from both Drake and Alexander. He muttered a quiet apology as his hands grasped the axe. So this is how it's supposed to be?

His eyes focused, there was more than his attackers. His eyes suddenly fixating on the small woman approaching him, Tikal. His left hand still partly covering his face as she begun to talk with him. Vanny? Vanarak was about to release a small chuckle as the grip on his axe was reminded. The bubbling inside his chest feeling like a volcano just about to explode. He hefted the axe upwards, The visage of Tikal was growing blurry, everything turning slightly reddish.

A gentle tune penetrated his mind. His head was completely blank, just that lone tune wandering throughout him. It was... soothing. Just before everything blew, he had no control of his arm as he overhead swung it directly infront of him with enough power to jam it into the ground. Missing Tikal with a few centimeters.

Vanarak loosened the grip on his axe falling backwards. Sitting himself down in the snow. His head hanging lowly downwards, like a shamed animal. His mind was gently reforming his thoughts. The soft tune working its way throughout him. Vanarak's first thought was the simple one that he had never felt more relaxed.

He wanted to thank Tikal, He wanted to check on the girl. He wanted to apologize to the warriors and he wanted to act imposing to the Avian who had hit him. But he really couldn't attempt to move. And in all honestly, that was rather nice.