Hellwalker's Characters

[Hellwalker]

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I'll be posting everything you need to know (and possibly something you -don't- need to know) about the characters I currently play in this thread. I chose to make a single thread for all characters I play to make it easier for myself (and for others) to look things up. More to follow...
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[Hellwalker]

Thrar Blake

Adapt or Perish[/b][/i]

Dawn breaks; thin rays of sunlight piercing the thick canopy of the forest. A long straight road cleaves the tree line in half. All is quiet, save for the three pairs of footsteps. Two pairs belong to a couple of heavily armed orcs, hulking brutes making excessive noise as they trod along the road, seemingly searching for something behind the trees. Behind them a mulan man – a red wizard, judging by his appearance, walks with much more grace, looking highly frustrated.

A twig snaps somewhere behind the trees, causing all three of them to stop in their tracks, snapping to attention. All is silent. Moments that undoubtedly feel like hours for the curious group pass in complete silence before the silence is broken by an arrow flying through the air. With deadly precision it pierces the skull of one of the orcs. The other immediately charges into the trees where the arrow came from, disappearing out of sight for the red wizard shouting behind him to stop. Mere seconds later a grunt is heard behind the trees followed by a loud thud as the other orc’s body hits the ground.

Realizing the danger of the situation the wizard immediately starts chanting a spell, his attention focused to the arrow’s point of origin behind the thick foliage of the forest.

The crackling of a whip is heard behind him, and before he can finish the incantation, the whip has already caught both of his hands in an iron grip, a robed elven woman holding the other end. She tugs the helpless man towards her and drives a dagger through his gut when he falls within reach. With a pained growl the man slumps and drops to the ground, quickly bleeding to death. Unable to speak, he rolls onto his back and stares at the woman, eyes filled with hatred as he draws his last breath.

A man wearing a cloak of interwoven leaves emerges from behind the trees and lets out an amused chuckle, shaking his head as he looks the dead red wizard over, crouching by his body.

“We’re becoming really efficient, aren’t we?”

The woman doesn’t respond. The man simply shrugs and rises to his feet.

“Still, to think they’d follow us all the way out here. Persistent bastards, those Thayvians, huh?”

He simply walks off down the road, the woman silently following close behind.

“Come on, we’re almost at the border. Let’s leave this one on the road. If we’re lucky the next one coming after us will get the message and leave us alone.”

The man shoulders his longbow and keeps walking down the quiet forest path, closely followed by the robed woman. Minutes pass and their footsteps are no longer heard, having disappeared into the horizon.