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Part 3 of a month-long sequence finds adventurers Kathalia and Gwae meeting in a remote tavern to discuss carrying out their latest quest. I've been wanting to use my characters for more than the occasional one shot and October is a great month for such a project! I wanted to try and push myself to try out more expressions and really build on the character's personalities, as well as work on some worldbuilding for my fantasy series, Kroashent. I'm trying to improve on my bad habit of "infodumping" exposition and I wanted the conversation to feel a bit more, so some of the context may seem a bit vague, so I'll include some "world notes" in the descriptions.
Kroashent is a world loosely based on Celtic mythology, where the borders between the human world and the Faerie Otherworld are breaking down, leading to chaos on both sides of the veil bleed into the other, unleashing all manners of magic and creatures upon the world.
You may notice that some of the spelling in Gwae's speech is a bit off. This is because while most of the setting takes place in an area similar to Brittany, Gwae hails from the equivalent of Ireland and her accent is meant to invoke that.
Again, special thanks to gvsgdude89: and fluffymystic for the use of their characters, Joan Reese and Charlene. One of the other characters is a bit of an Easter Egg, so a special prize to whoever can identify the mysterious ranger in green seated behind Kathalia!
Story description below:
Gwae lowered herself onto the rough-hewn bench with an annoyed sigh as her companion slid a foaming mug of ale across the table. She frowned, glancing suspiciously at the drink.
"Ye drag me all the way out here, and now ye'r buyin' me drinks? Why do I get the feelin' I'm not goin' to like the reason ye wanted to meet here."
"I have my reasons for picking this place." Kathalia flashed a devious smile, before glancing around the room as a commotion erupted between some of the other patrons. The wench had discovered the merchant's attempted sale and was not pleased, the captain of the guards ready to spring into action at the slightest sign of trouble between them. With all attention drawn to the argument, Kathalia turned back to Gwae, an air of smug confidence in her tone as she spoke.
"It's all part of my cunning plan you see." she explained as Gwae rolled her eyes, not bothering to waste her diplomatic skills on the sellsword. Undeterred, Kathalia continued "See, this tavern is actually the last step in a very lucrative job. The noble order of Sang-Noir . . ."
Gwae snapped to attention at the mention of the group. The Chasseurs de Sang-Noir were only an order in the vaguest sense of the word, an amorphous group dedicated to hunting down the various lycantrhopes and werebeasts that wandered out of the veil. At their best, they were a semi-organized militia of rangers, hunters and guardsmen dedicating themselves to actually protecting humanity. In Gwae's experience, the group tended more towards unhinged psychopaths more interested in the thrill of the hunt themselves than any actual noble cause. Gwae would often find the members of the self-styled guild signed on as caravan guards through the Broceliande Forest, and generally found them an unpleasant lot, skilled in combat, but overly reckless. She also knew that Kathalia's probable contact with the group fell far down the spectrum towards the latter characterization. Duncan of Blackmoor was an unpleasant thug who resembled a scarecrow, his bloodshot eyes bugging out from behind his waxy flaxen hair and tattered hat. His only apparent passion, as far as Gwae could tell, was ripping out the teeth of his kills and hanging them in a macabre necklace around his neck. He had obtained quite a few of them in his long history of hunting, armed with a large scythe and a vicious personality. Her reaction to the name did not go unnoticed by Kathalia, whose grin widened. Gwae cut her off before she could give a snarky retort.
"Sang-Noir?! Ye've been talkin' with Duncan a'gin. Ye know that Lycan hunter is gone in the head!" Gwae exclaimed, not hiding her frustration. "Why'd ye take another job from that madman!"
To be continued. . .
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Kroashent is a world loosely based on Celtic mythology, where the borders between the human world and the Faerie Otherworld are breaking down, leading to chaos on both sides of the veil bleed into the other, unleashing all manners of magic and creatures upon the world.
You may notice that some of the spelling in Gwae's speech is a bit off. This is because while most of the setting takes place in an area similar to Brittany, Gwae hails from the equivalent of Ireland and her accent is meant to invoke that.
Again, special thanks to gvsgdude89: and fluffymystic for the use of their characters, Joan Reese and Charlene. One of the other characters is a bit of an Easter Egg, so a special prize to whoever can identify the mysterious ranger in green seated behind Kathalia!
Story description below:
Gwae lowered herself onto the rough-hewn bench with an annoyed sigh as her companion slid a foaming mug of ale across the table. She frowned, glancing suspiciously at the drink.
"Ye drag me all the way out here, and now ye'r buyin' me drinks? Why do I get the feelin' I'm not goin' to like the reason ye wanted to meet here."
"I have my reasons for picking this place." Kathalia flashed a devious smile, before glancing around the room as a commotion erupted between some of the other patrons. The wench had discovered the merchant's attempted sale and was not pleased, the captain of the guards ready to spring into action at the slightest sign of trouble between them. With all attention drawn to the argument, Kathalia turned back to Gwae, an air of smug confidence in her tone as she spoke.
"It's all part of my cunning plan you see." she explained as Gwae rolled her eyes, not bothering to waste her diplomatic skills on the sellsword. Undeterred, Kathalia continued "See, this tavern is actually the last step in a very lucrative job. The noble order of Sang-Noir . . ."
Gwae snapped to attention at the mention of the group. The Chasseurs de Sang-Noir were only an order in the vaguest sense of the word, an amorphous group dedicated to hunting down the various lycantrhopes and werebeasts that wandered out of the veil. At their best, they were a semi-organized militia of rangers, hunters and guardsmen dedicating themselves to actually protecting humanity. In Gwae's experience, the group tended more towards unhinged psychopaths more interested in the thrill of the hunt themselves than any actual noble cause. Gwae would often find the members of the self-styled guild signed on as caravan guards through the Broceliande Forest, and generally found them an unpleasant lot, skilled in combat, but overly reckless. She also knew that Kathalia's probable contact with the group fell far down the spectrum towards the latter characterization. Duncan of Blackmoor was an unpleasant thug who resembled a scarecrow, his bloodshot eyes bugging out from behind his waxy flaxen hair and tattered hat. His only apparent passion, as far as Gwae could tell, was ripping out the teeth of his kills and hanging them in a macabre necklace around his neck. He had obtained quite a few of them in his long history of hunting, armed with a large scythe and a vicious personality. Her reaction to the name did not go unnoticed by Kathalia, whose grin widened. Gwae cut her off before she could give a snarky retort.
"Sang-Noir?! Ye've been talkin' with Duncan a'gin. Ye know that Lycan hunter is gone in the head!" Gwae exclaimed, not hiding her frustration. "Why'd ye take another job from that madman!"
To be continued. . .
Page 1: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21306892/
Previous: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21314838/
Next: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/21333035/
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Transformation
Species Wolf
Size 930 x 1280px
File Size 322 kB
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