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Post by marredwolf on May 29, 2018 23:38:48 GMT -5
REDACTED REDACTED i.imgur.com/PmdVbh5.pngREDACTED Wurek somehow makes it thru the horrible process of trying to reach the Hullack. Upon arriving on the forest proper, he is greeted by wolves, whom he howls back. And further upon that, he approaches a ghost, whom he very quickly dispatches. He drunnkingly or otherwise incapably steps into the Last Flagon Inn and orders a few drinks and a nice meal and a bed. And any doxies that are around. He then proceeds to pitch a tent outside and begins running a gambling session. Complete with any game anyone would wish to play. He evenetually gets caught up with a certain dark adventurer of the magic arts, and they both die. Upon awakening in Suzail, at the House of Healing, he contemplates his fate. i.imgur.com/kQ9fHXk.png |
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on May 30, 2018 6:14:30 GMT -5
Up until this incident, Wurek would have had Henrik's support and care. But bringing a dangerous animal into the hospital in the middle of a city and undoubtedly terrifying the numerous children, old, poor, injured and sick individuals who come to the sanctuary not to mention the healers who live and work there - Henrik would lose his temper.
The healer would be infuriated at the lack of respect and consideration for others and their safety.
The tiger would be driven out by any clergy, visiting paladins or volunteers able to do so.
Wurek would be sent away from the House as soon as he is well enough and told he is NOT welcome back unless he is in urgent need of treatment or he apologizes to the community. |
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Post by DM Hawk on May 30, 2018 9:47:13 GMT -5
Once word erupts from the House of Healing that a tiger is loose in Suzail a squad of the city guard respond with long spears in hand.
Four guardsmen form a ring around the tiger, standing between the beast and the onlookers while keeping the points of their spears between themselves and the beast. The squad leader steps forward and the tiger focuses, ears folding back and sharp fangs bared. The cat takes a menacing step towards the squad leader. He stands his ground and nods to his men. Three spears strike the tiger at once, piercing between the ribs and deep into the chest cavity from either side. From behind the third spear runs into the tiger's haunch, skewering the muscle and disabling one of its powerful legs.
With the tiger transfixed between three spears, the squad leader ends the traumatic confrontation, driving his own weapon through the beast's neck, ending it's breath. It takes several pitiful moments for the fight and life to leave the tiger's eyes, as dark crimson bleeds out onto the cobbled stones.
There is shock and upset from the bystanders, most of these being the ones dependent on the House of Healing. Acute feelings of fear, shock, and grief flood flow through the gathering as they look on.
As the clergy of the House of Healing continue to tend to their flock, the squad leader inquires after the person responsible for the presence of the tiger in the city.
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on May 30, 2018 10:44:50 GMT -5
Once word erupts from the House of Healing that a tiger is loose in Suzail a squad of the city guard respond with long spears in hand. Four guardsmen form a ring around the tiger, standing between the beast and the onlookers while keeping the points of their spears between themselves and the beast. The squad leader steps forward and the tiger focuses, ears folding back and sharp fangs bared. The cat takes a menacing step towards the squad leader. He stands his ground and nods to his men. Three spears strike the tiger at once, piercing between the ribs and deep into the chest cavity from either side. From behind the third spear runs into the tiger's haunch, skewering the muscle and disabling one of its powerful legs. With the tiger transfixed between three spears, the squad leader ends the traumatic confrontation, driving his own weapon through the beast's neck, ending it's breath. It takes several pitiful moments for the fight and life to leave the tiger's eyes, as dark crimson bleeds out onto the cobbled stones. There is shock and upset from the bystanders, most of these being the ones dependent on the House of Healing. Acute feelings of fear, shock, and grief flood flow through the gathering as they look on. As the clergy of the House of Healing continue to tend to their flock, the squad leader inquires after the person responsible for the presence of the tiger in the city. Henrik returns and tells the squad leader he has handed in a report to the city militia. He is distressed by the tiger's death and retreats into the House to comfort people upset and disturbed by what has happened. |
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Post by StabbingNirvana on May 30, 2018 11:37:07 GMT -5
"Are we sure that isn't Fenix?" a woman sobs as she's being comforted. "He always comes in here as an animal."
She buries her face into her hands as the crying grows stronger.
"Please don't be Fenix... Please don't be Fenix."
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on May 30, 2018 12:24:31 GMT -5
"Are we sure that isn't Fenix?" a woman sobs as she's being comforted. "He always comes in here as an animal." She buries her face into her hands as the crying grows stronger. "Please don't be Fenix... Please don't be Fenix." "It's not Fenix, dear..he wouldn't come in here as a dangerous wild animal" An acolyte pats her hand softly "Besides, I saw him here as himself only recently. Now you mustn't upset yourself, you'll only make your diahorrea worse" |
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Post by Grimnir Gurnison on May 30, 2018 13:15:52 GMT -5
Once word erupts from the House of Healing that a tiger is loose in Suzail a squad of the city guard respond with long spears in hand. Four guardsmen form a ring around the tiger, standing between the beast and the onlookers while keeping the points of their spears between themselves and the beast. The squad leader steps forward and the tiger focuses, ears folding back and sharp fangs bared. The cat takes a menacing step towards the squad leader. He stands his ground and nods to his men. Three spears strike the tiger at once, piercing between the ribs and deep into the chest cavity from either side. From behind the third spear runs into the tiger's haunch, skewering the muscle and disabling one of its powerful legs. With the tiger transfixed between three spears, the squad leader ends the traumatic confrontation, driving his own weapon through the beast's neck, ending it's breath. It takes several pitiful moments for the fight and life to leave the tiger's eyes, as dark crimson bleeds out onto the cobbled stones. There is shock and upset from the bystanders, most of these being the ones dependent on the House of Healing. Acute feelings of fear, shock, and grief flood flow through the gathering as they look on. As the clergy of the House of Healing continue to tend to their flock, the squad leader inquires after the person responsible for the presence of the tiger in the city. Upon witnessing the carnage Cassius mutters, “To think Henrik says I’m the one making people feel unease.” Shaking his head he asks the soldiers, “Perhaps I can help you dispose of this ferocious beast’s remains should you and yours need help? It would be an honor to serve the crown and aid the people of Suzail in the meager capacity that I could. I only wish I’d been here sooner to keep the citizenry safe and the soldiers free from having to deal with mischief makers.” |
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Post by marredwolf on May 30, 2018 14:26:51 GMT -5
*doesnt resist being kicked out, but eyes Henrik with angry eyes. He goes off to the tavern, and feels a great pain on his chest upon the Tiger's death*
*he doesnt go to identify the Cat, protect under the Law of Cormyr, at the very capital itself*
"did she strike first? he asks some bar patrons.
"was it yours" some one, a guard maybe, asks him...
"No. Such a creature is no one's pet, nor does it or will it ever belong to anyone. It just liked to follow me around."
*he seems to have grown more quiet and in a darker mood*
*He prays, tho unsure of whom he is praying to or who would consider this poor animal's cause*
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Post by Defunct Fiddlesticks on May 30, 2018 15:13:41 GMT -5
*doesnt resist being kicked out, but eyes Henrik with angry eyes. Henrik gazes back at with no anger, just disappointment "You may well look at me like that Wurek but you know this is a hospital and I have a duty of care to the people here. They are vulnerable. It was a tiger, it hunts and eats live prey. There are children in this hospital and elderly people and this animal followed you in here." His gaze narrows "Put yourself in my shoes for one moment..if you can? You are overseeing people who need protection, peace and care..how exactly would you react if someone allowed a dangerous creature in their midst? You wouldn't welcome it so don't expect me to" "You claim this animal is not your pet? That means you have no control over it, it could have killed someone. You should have made sure it was left in the wilds where it was safe" He shakes his head "We will not turn you away if you need treatment, but you owe an apology to the patients here.. I am not trying to drive you away, no one is...nothing would give me greater joy than to see you get well and on your true path back with your brethren. When you are ready to accept this and our help, we will be waiting". |
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Post by Mysto on May 30, 2018 15:28:00 GMT -5
*a wild little elf can be seen in and around the House. Upon seeing the tiger, the elf would snarl and stalk around, particularly protecting the door of the patients room. He would seem very upset,much disturbed as the patients and staff are. After the disturbance he'd once again hide by the corner lowly snarling..*
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Post by marredwolf on Jun 14, 2018 21:06:25 GMT -5
Rumors circle the shadiest of taverns and upon the darkest of street corners about a refugee camp. i.imgur.com/Ufk8VtR.png |
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Post by marredwolf on Jun 18, 2018 18:17:06 GMT -5
Wurek Penchant sits in a very poorly kept jail cell under the mighty tower of the War WIzards. He reflects upon his life and all his failures. His dead friends, the many he has had to kill, the atrocities he has seen and endured himself. He runs fingers thru the many scars of torture that he has received, and remembers something...hatred. He fiddles with a strange object that he has managed to keep from the guards, I mean, they even took his tea cup. A dog, a mangled and deformed dog, a symbol of an old god he once picked up from some heretic he left for dead long ago. He thinks of his old teacher, Morrow Wolf, and the sickle he gave him with the words "Pass it on" He had thought to return it to Wolf's People, the Fey, but he never made it. Thrown in jail multiple times and betrayed over and over again, he eventually settled on a girl with the hopes of many dead heroes now on her shoulders. He feels Torm leaving him, the last thing that kept him sane, and the darkness now descends. He doesn't eat or drink the bread and water provided, but instead feeds his only friends, the rats. he sings to them, hearing the strumming of the strings in his mad head... *a somber tune* where do you go little bird? when it snows? when the world turns to sleep....do you know...do you know... is it something in the wind? brings a chill in your heart, life in your wings? does it whisper start again....start again... where is the sun in the night? is it cold? is it cold? does it feel left behind, all alone...all alone does it wander thru the dark....does it wait for the dawn? wish on a star?! does it stray very far....very far? *strums morbidly in his head as he is without a lute and hums* where is your home restless wind? is it there? is it here? search for a place to belong...search in vain...search in fear... is your spirit everywhere? is your voice every tree? Soul of The Earth! is there no home is there no death? is there no death? *strums angrily* is there no death? *he snaps out of this trance* And remembers his dear friend Little Star, the Dire Tiger. His anger and hatred grows as he rubs the fetish undead dog. And he wishes to kill someone. At this he feels as tho hit by a fist upon his face. And one of his eyes turns completely black. He trashes his cell, destroying anything he can destroy. Wurek the Destroyer. Day one and two; i.imgur.com/ea3TS6s.pngi.imgur.com/7G44oqA.pngDay Three: i.imgur.com/y8okLAy.pngOn the Fetish of the Undead Hound: i.imgur.com/Hp7YWGy.png |
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