D. Rex
Magic Eight Ball
Goals
Frederika:
Rika's goal is to get even with the guy who besmirched her honor.
My [Player] goal is to participate in a collaborative fight scene while honing my PvP skills somewhat.
Rika might also join Rudolph's club depending on how the scene unfolds. Perhaps they'll become allies, friends, or, at the very least, acquaintances.
Rudolph:
For Rudolph, his goal is to defend his younger peers from a potential threat, by taking responsibility of the incident onto himself. And maybe teach her a thing or too, if not learn something himself.
As a Player, I'm hoping to use this as a chance to establish the Racial evolution for Rudolph.
As well as giving Frederika the benefit of Rudy's Mentor skill.
Just Outside Ryken Academy...
Public Access Ryken Training Building 14: Falling Leaves Dojo
Falling Leaves Dojo... as it was called by the particular group of students that trained there. A group of the more crude first year students that the Academy had to offer. Pleasantly located outside the main walls of the Academy to the delight of the facility... but not so much to Ryken proper, who had to deal with the shenanigans of the rambunctious and often troublesome youths.
And it was antics relating to their reputation that the constant thwacking of training swords was now replaced with cacophony of moans and groans and curses. For all around her, lay seven fallen bodies of her foes, rolling around in various states of pain and unconsciousness. At least three had been knocked out. Another three had been painfully Incapacitated. They had been lucky she had used one if the training swords instead of her cutlass... a mercy on her part.
"The fucking bitch, you broke my nose!" He cried out, on one knee with both hands clasped firmly over his nose. His weapon having slid across the floor a few feet away. Him... yes he was the reason Frederika was here in the first place. For the vile words he said... and for slipping a hand where it was not meant to go to say but some of it... she had followed him here to teach him a lesson. A lesson she had yet to teach. That his friends had decided to gang up on her was their problem. Five more of the students waited on the edges of dojo, hesitant to get involved after seeing their peers be handled so thoroughly. And if they wanted to get involved too... far be it from her to deny them the same fate.
Frederika could smell the earthy scent of tobacco before she even heard the door open and the draft sent another wave of the smoke in her direction... she would turn to see young man standing in the doorway.
Just a few inches shorter than she was, though his shaggy dark brown hair nearly made up the difference. He looked older than the rest of the goons here. Not by much, but he was clearly their senior. He wore a fine red brigandine over the ryken uniform the rest of the students sported, though given its wrinkled state he certainly didn't wear it with as much pride as they did. Even with coat and brigadine... Frederika would be able to tell that this young man was much fit than these other louts, and his stance suggested he likely more capable too.
In between his teeth was cheap looking pipe, that appeared to have been made from an old corn cob. The only thing cheaper seemed to be the tobacco he was using, judging from the smell.
His gaze took in the seen of his fallen peers with an annoyed scowl. One hand on his hip, while the other rested on the pommel of the sword at his belt. Frederika would be able to judge it as a rather broad hand-and-a-half sword. Given that this guy was blocking the exit now... this one could be trouble.
"The fuck is going in here?" He growled, and his tone was one that expected an answer sooner rather than later.
"Boss!" One of the youngest one called, hiding behind a rack of training equipment. "It was her! She just barged in and started beating the shit out of us! For no reason!" His voice rather pathetic as he pointed a finger desperately at the beastkin.
"Riiiiight...." the young man said with skepticism so sharp is could cut the coming night back into day. This suggested was clearly familiar with this group being up to no good. But then with a delayed reaction he spoke again, "And don't call me that, Kamer!" He snapped angrily.
The youth winced and hid back behind the equipment, "S-sorry bo-... Rudolph..." he answered timidly, "... and its Camer."
"Yeah, sure, whatever." He dismissed the kid and started walking forwards to Frederika. He stopped several paces away from her.
"Now you listen here woman, I don't care if you came here to start crap or end it. Whatever has your panties in a wad, you just made a right mess of my home. It may be a shithole, but it's my shithole... and I don't appreciate that. Not to mention the only one allowed to beat some sense into these assholes is me."
"So you got a bee in your bonnet, fine then. You got a problem with them, you can settle it with me instead."
TheSimianMind
Frederika:
Rika's goal is to get even with the guy who besmirched her honor.
My [Player] goal is to participate in a collaborative fight scene while honing my PvP skills somewhat.
Rika might also join Rudolph's club depending on how the scene unfolds. Perhaps they'll become allies, friends, or, at the very least, acquaintances.
Rudolph:
For Rudolph, his goal is to defend his younger peers from a potential threat, by taking responsibility of the incident onto himself. And maybe teach her a thing or too, if not learn something himself.
As a Player, I'm hoping to use this as a chance to establish the Racial evolution for Rudolph.
As well as giving Frederika the benefit of Rudy's Mentor skill.
Just Outside Ryken Academy...
Public Access Ryken Training Building 14: Falling Leaves Dojo
Falling Leaves Dojo... as it was called by the particular group of students that trained there. A group of the more crude first year students that the Academy had to offer. Pleasantly located outside the main walls of the Academy to the delight of the facility... but not so much to Ryken proper, who had to deal with the shenanigans of the rambunctious and often troublesome youths.
And it was antics relating to their reputation that the constant thwacking of training swords was now replaced with cacophony of moans and groans and curses. For all around her, lay seven fallen bodies of her foes, rolling around in various states of pain and unconsciousness. At least three had been knocked out. Another three had been painfully Incapacitated. They had been lucky she had used one if the training swords instead of her cutlass... a mercy on her part.
"The fucking bitch, you broke my nose!" He cried out, on one knee with both hands clasped firmly over his nose. His weapon having slid across the floor a few feet away. Him... yes he was the reason Frederika was here in the first place. For the vile words he said... and for slipping a hand where it was not meant to go to say but some of it... she had followed him here to teach him a lesson. A lesson she had yet to teach. That his friends had decided to gang up on her was their problem. Five more of the students waited on the edges of dojo, hesitant to get involved after seeing their peers be handled so thoroughly. And if they wanted to get involved too... far be it from her to deny them the same fate.
Frederika could smell the earthy scent of tobacco before she even heard the door open and the draft sent another wave of the smoke in her direction... she would turn to see young man standing in the doorway.
Just a few inches shorter than she was, though his shaggy dark brown hair nearly made up the difference. He looked older than the rest of the goons here. Not by much, but he was clearly their senior. He wore a fine red brigandine over the ryken uniform the rest of the students sported, though given its wrinkled state he certainly didn't wear it with as much pride as they did. Even with coat and brigadine... Frederika would be able to tell that this young man was much fit than these other louts, and his stance suggested he likely more capable too.
In between his teeth was cheap looking pipe, that appeared to have been made from an old corn cob. The only thing cheaper seemed to be the tobacco he was using, judging from the smell.
His gaze took in the seen of his fallen peers with an annoyed scowl. One hand on his hip, while the other rested on the pommel of the sword at his belt. Frederika would be able to judge it as a rather broad hand-and-a-half sword. Given that this guy was blocking the exit now... this one could be trouble.
"The fuck is going in here?" He growled, and his tone was one that expected an answer sooner rather than later.
"Boss!" One of the youngest one called, hiding behind a rack of training equipment. "It was her! She just barged in and started beating the shit out of us! For no reason!" His voice rather pathetic as he pointed a finger desperately at the beastkin.
"Riiiiight...." the young man said with skepticism so sharp is could cut the coming night back into day. This suggested was clearly familiar with this group being up to no good. But then with a delayed reaction he spoke again, "And don't call me that, Kamer!" He snapped angrily.
The youth winced and hid back behind the equipment, "S-sorry bo-... Rudolph..." he answered timidly, "... and its Camer."
"Yeah, sure, whatever." He dismissed the kid and started walking forwards to Frederika. He stopped several paces away from her.
"Now you listen here woman, I don't care if you came here to start crap or end it. Whatever has your panties in a wad, you just made a right mess of my home. It may be a shithole, but it's my shithole... and I don't appreciate that. Not to mention the only one allowed to beat some sense into these assholes is me."
"So you got a bee in your bonnet, fine then. You got a problem with them, you can settle it with me instead."
TheSimianMind
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