Of Wolves and Men: A Werewolf Quest

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Your breathing is shallow, warm blood pooling in your hand where a crossbow bolt had struck it...
Prologue I

LinkOnScepter

The One who Strangles Concepts to death
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Your breathing is shallow, warm blood pooling in your hand where a crossbow bolt had struck it earlier. Your movement is slow, clumsy, and not at all stealthy, but you're pretty sure you lost those nutjobs a long time ago. You bring the palm of your hand off of your wound to stare down at it.

Yep, filled with blood. Don't know what else you were expecting.

You wince as you step over an above ground root that nearly trips you. You stare at the offending tree, hoping that your gaze is enough to burn it to the ground like those magic users to the north in Slenait. Unfortunately, you don't accomplish much except staring at an inanimate object. Sighing in frustration, you keep moving, hand going back to cover your bleeding wound.

Your matted...

[] Black
[] Red
[] Brown


...hair falls in front of your eyes, obscuring your vision even as it starts to blur. You grunt, trying to push the locks out of your face with your one free hand. It proves to be futile, as they just fall back into your way.

The sunlight is slowly but surely disappearing, leaving you in almost complete darkness. You suppose it's not all bad. At least it'll be harder for anyone to see you, especially since your clothes have been turned into tatters. You're gonna have to to find a new shirt and pants at some point.

A voice in the back of your mind reminds you of how you can't go home, but you ignore it. The pain is getting worse and you're starting to sway on your feet. You use a hand to support yourself against a tree, surveying the area in front of you. Your eyes finally fall upon a gap in the bottom of one of the larger trees here. It's a recess deep enough to protect you in case it starts raining, though it's not the best place to be….

...fuck it.

You somehow make it there. Almost as soon as you step into the shade, your energy fails you. You fall face first into the dark cosp, eyes getting heavier and heavier. Soon enough, they shut and you go to sleep almost immediately.

How did this happen?

How did you end up hunted by your own people?



You dream of past memories, as if your entire life is flashing in front of your eyes right now.

Your name is…

[] Write in…

...you're a 23 year old…
[] Man
[] Woman


...you were born into a….
[] Farming Family (+Physical Stats; -Social Stats; Trait: Common Folk)
[] Royal Family (+Social Stats; -Physical Stats; Trait: Highborn)
[] Knightly Order (++Physical Stats; --Social Stats; Trait: Trained for Battle)
[] Mage Guild (++Mental Stats; -Physical Stats; -Social Stats; Trait: Magical Training I)
[] Orphanage (+Physical Stats; +Social Stats; +Mental Stats; Trait: Raised in the Gutter)




Why am I doing this?

Hello everyone! It's LinkOnScepter, here with yet another Quest!

As you can tell, the MC is a Werewolf in this Quest.

But of course, first we need to know a bit more about them.

Where you were born will mainly effect the next Character Creation choice, some of your stats, and a bit of your character's background.

I'll explain the rest as we go along.

I'm thinking of trying to update this Quest every Saturday CST.

I hope you enjoy, and let's get started!


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Character Sheet
Name: Gaston Fontaine
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Hair: Black
Born into: The Order of the Silver Pendant
Home/Starting Province: Aranbi
Division: Flying Hussars (Shock Calvary)

Current Health:
Crossbow Bolt wound in the left side. Slowly healing.

Physical Stats:

Martial: 40 (Melee Combat and Pure Strength)
Dexterity: 35 (Speed, Ranged Combat, Stealth, and Mounted Combat)
Endurance: 25 (Stamina and Resistance)

Social Stats:
Charisma: 10 (Persuasion and Charm)
Manipulation: 15 (Lying and Sneakiness)
Presence: 25 (Aura and Intimidation)

Mental Stats:
Intellect: 25 (Mental Prowess and Critical Thinking)
Wits: 30 (Quick Thinking and Street Smarts)
Wisdom: 28 (Perception and Empathy)

Traits:

Trained for Battle: "Some are prepared for battle. Some are forced into it. You were born for it." +10 to all Single Combat Rolls

Shock and Awe: "Storm, Clouds, Fire and Steel. Death from Above made the enemy kneel. Fighting, Power and Grace. Death from Above it's an army of Wings." +15 to Combat Rolls when Mounted.

Anti-Magic: "Magic does it's best to stay away from you. Let that sink in for a moment." +15 to Combat Against Magic user; -15 to all Magic cast around you


Werewolf Stats:
Starting Type: Brute

Ferocity: 35 (Pure Strength and Raw Power)
Speed: 20 (Stealth and Agility)
Dominion: 10 (Ability to Command other Werewolves)

Control Over the Beast Within: 10

Werewolf Traits:

Brute: "When all you have is a hammer..." +10 to rolls that use Ferocity



 
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[X] Black
[X] Adolf
[X] Man
[X] Orphanage (+Physical Stats; +Social Stats; +Mental Stats; Trait: Raised in the Gutter)
 
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[X] Black
[X] Gaston Fontaine
[X] Man
[X] Farming Family (+Physical Stats; -Social Stats; Trait: Common Folk)
 
[X] Red
[X] Scarlett Rose
[X] Woman
[X] Royal Family (+Social Stats; -Physical Stats; Trait: Highborn)

Werewolf Princess sounds fun
 
[X] Black
[X] Gaston Fontaine
[X] Man
[x] Knightly Order (++Physical Stats; --Social Stats; Trait: Trained for Battle)
 
[X] Black
[X] Gaston Fontaine
[X] Man
[x] Knightly Order (++Physical Stats; --Social Stats; Trait: Trained for Battle)
....Wolf Knight!
[X] Black
[X] Gaston Fontaine
[X] Man
[x] Knightly Order (++Physical Stats; --Social Stats; Trait: Trained for Battle)

Changing my vote to the Werewolf knight who charges around kicking arse!

Wolf Knight!
 
[X] Red
[X] Scarlett Rose
[X] Woman
[X] Knightly Order (++Physical Stats; --Social Stats; Trait: Trained for Battle)
 
[X] Black
[X] Gaston Fontaine
[X] Man
[X] Farming Family (+Physical Stats; -Social Stats; Trait: Common Folk)

No one barks like Gaston! No one larks like Gaston! No one sniffs out and then eats your hearts like Gaston!
 
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Prologue II
The Kingdom of Deris has many Orders under the High King Dragnar's command. The Kingdom's domain does stretch out to four provinces after all. A standard army could never hope to patrol the entirety of the land. And thus the King decreed that every province be guarded by one Knightly Order at any time, with the Founders selected by Dragnar himself.

As luck would have it, you were born into the…

[] Order of the Silver Pendant in the Province of Aranbi, the storehouse of Deris. It is a place of rolling hills, vast forest, and fertile farmland.

[] Order of the Iron Hand in the Province of Calor, the metalworks. Mines, forges, and hardy men are what this land is known for.

[] The Knights of the Rose in the Province of Mvelt. It is closest to the sea, and thus has become the trading center for the entire Kingdom.

[] The Sky Lancers in the Province of Naggoron. It is the farthest north, and thus the closest to the Mage Guild of Slenait. Magic users of all types are sent here from up north to join the forces of Dragnar.


...as a product of a night of passion between one of the knights and a camp follower. When you were born your path was set. You would become a knight to both bolster the ranks of the Order and to follow in your father's footsteps. While you're father, known as Sir Acur the Mountain among his peers, was never the best of parents, you took to the lessons with aplomb.

Either your father's blood ran strong in you or you were blessed by the Goddess of Battle herself, for you excelled above and beyond that of your peers. Where they struggled to learn the basics of the sword, you were already on to the advanced techniques. They took weeks to learn how to ride a horse, it took you days.

However, this prowess didn't come without a cost.

Namely, in your lessons and among your peers.

Having natural talent means nothing if you don't know how to use it. So, you were worked to the bone. Everyday it was either a practice bout, a race around the stone fortress that was the headquarters, or a bare handed brawl with a knight twice your size. You learned many things during those years. How to fight multiple opponents, the meaning of pain, how to sharpen a sword, how to keep dirt and grime out of your armor, and what it felt like to be ostracized by those who should be your peers.

Many of the other aspirants grew jealous of you. They resented your natural ability, and thought you got special treatment because of it. They grew to envy you, never truly knowing what your talent meant for you. Coming back from training only to have to fight off an ambush became the norm. You tried to talk to them, but none would listen. So you stopped trying, and took comfort in your practice bouts.

You did have one friend though. Out of the 20+ children training to be knights….

[] He
[] She


….was the only one who ever tried to understand you. The ironic thing is, they were one of your most violent rivals growing up. They would always corner you on your way to the barracks. Then they would challenge you to a one-on-one fight. This normally wouldn't make good grounds for a friendship, but them being alone with you gave you a chance to explain the truth about your situation. While it didn't happen overnight it was easy to notice a change in them. They started to pull their punches, brought you food when you came back from training, and sought you out more when they had free time.

By the time you had both come of age to take the Trials, you couldn't imagine life without them.

When you reached the age of 16, the time came for you to take the Trials. The tests that all who would become knights must pass to join the Order.

It was no surprise that you passed with flying colors.

So, you were able to secure a spot in the division your Order was famous across the land for…

[] The Men-At-Arms. You are the Anvil upon which the enemy tide will break! (+Martial; +Endurance; -Dexterity; Trait: Hold the Line)

[] The Longbowmen. With your bow, you will rain death upon the enemy position! (+Dexterity; +Endurance; -Martial; Trait: One shot, One kill)

[] The Flying Hussars. All you need is your lance and your horse. You'll break the enemy's formation to pieces!(+Martial; +Dexterity; -Endurance; Trait: Shock and Awe)




The Order choice will determine starting location.

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[X] Order of the Silver Pendant in the Province of Aranbi, the storehouse of Deris. It is a place of rolling hills, vast forest, and fertile farmland.
[X] He (His name is Prince Adam!)
[X] The Longbowmen. With your bow, you will rain death upon the enemy position! (+Dexterity; +Endurance; -Martial; Trait: One shot, One kill)
 
[x] Order of the Silver Pendant in the Province of Aranbi, the storehouse of Deris. It is a place of rolling hills, vast forest, and fertile farmland.
[x] He
[x] The Longbowmen. With your bow, you will rain death upon the enemy position! (+Dexterity; +Endurance; -Martial; Trait: One shot, One kill)


Patrol the farmland, protecting the villages from savage beasts and occasionally hunting up some fresh meat for the village people. Also, Gaston from the movie made good use of ranged weapons since they are pretty darn nifty when hunting things faster or stronger than you.

Don't worry, we'll be sure to pursue a woman who hates our guts for the entire quest....

Mmm. Vampire!Belle?

Belle Swan, an adorkable young woman who one day gets spirited away by a bunch of vampires, no doubt with the intent to do bodily harm to the fair maiden. What we don't know is that they're a bunch of lame "vegetarian" vampires who drink animal blood and sit around staring at the stars, which Belle finds attractive for some reason.

Frankly, the whole 'vegetarian' vampire thing is probably what dooms them. If Gaston knew these guys regularly hunt deer and moose to rip open their necks and drink their fluids, Gaston might actually admire them to some extent. But calling themselves vegans while doing so? That's an insult to both meat-eaters and actual vegetarians!

Gaston: Alright, you fiends! Time to meet your second death!
Belle: Stop, Gaston! They're harmless.
Gaston: They're vampires, Belle. They're rotting cadavers and bloodsucking parasites. We're not safe until they're dead!
Belle: They're vegetarians!
Gaston: ...
Edward: *messily sucking the blood out of a downed moose*
Gaston: Gonna have to run that by me one more time.
Belle: They drink animal blood instead of human blood. They're vegetarian vampires.
Gaston: *closes his eyes and rubs his temple* Okay... you suddenly got way less attractive. Belle, animals aren't vegetables. If you eat animals, you're not a vegetarian.
Edward: *reaching into a cage full of fluffy bunny rabbits and snacking on them*
Belle: But... you know, they're vampires. They don't eat people so it's different...
Gaston: If they don't eat people then that makes then not cannibals. The act of not killing your fellow man to drink up their fluids is kind of the unspoken rule of decent society. It shouldn't even be mentioned since only an actual monster would do such a thing.
Edward: *drinking goat blood through a twisty straw*
Belle: But... it makes them sound cool and counter-culture.
Gaston: *pulls out a massive bow with arrows dipped in garlic juice and holy water.* Gonna have to nip this in the bud before it spreads.
 
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[X] The Sky Lancers in the Province of Naggoron. It is the farthest north, and thus the closest to the Mage Guild of Slenait. Magic users of all types are sent here from up north to join the forces of Dragnar.
[X] She
[X] The Flying Hussars. All you need is your lance and your horse. You'll break the enemy's formation to pieces!(+Martial; +Dexterity; -Endurance; Trait: Shock and Awe)
 
[X] The Sky Lancers in the Province of Naggoron. It is the farthest north, and thus the closest to the Mage Guild of Slenait. Magic users of all types are sent here from up north to join the forces of Dragnar.
[X] She
[X] The Flying Hussars. All you need is your lance and your horse. You'll break the enemy's formation to pieces!(+Martial; +Dexterity; -Endurance; Trait: Shock and Awe)


Though taking Silver Pendant would be ironically fitting if werewolves have their classical weaknesses.
 
[X] Order of the Iron Hand in the Provinceof Calor, the metalworks. Mines, forges, and hardy men are what this land isknown for.
[X] He (His name is Prince Adam!)
[X] The Men-At-Arms. You are the Anvil upon which the enemy tide will break! (+Martial; +Endurance; -Dexterity; Trait: Hold the Line)
 
[X] Order of the Silver Pendant in the Province of Aranbi, the storehouse of Deris. It is a place of rolling hills, vast forest, and fertile farmland.
[X] She
[X] The Flying Hussars. All you need is your lance and your horse. You'll break the enemy's formation to pieces!(+Martial; +Dexterity; -Endurance; Trait: Shock and Awe)
 
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