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Nakomis Wolfen
 
PostPosted: Mon, Jan 23 2017, 19:53 PM 

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As of late, some might notice a repeat visitor to the Forest of Despair. Sometimes carving a path through the blood crazed lycans of the forest and sometimes simply slinking along and watching them. In between attacks she seems to disappear to any but those with the best of senses.

At times it seems to be a runty, golden-orange eyed elf of sorts. Sometimes she has a worg fur over her shoulders, other times a cloak with the symbol of Nobanion. Sometimes it’s not an elf at all. Sometimes it’s a runty leopard with the same golden-orange eyes.

No matter what a few things remain the same. When she does carve a path through the lycans of the forest there is always evidence of sharp claw marks as the cause of death. Her intense golden-orange gaze seems to be searching for something, or perhaps just taking note of things no matter if she’s sneaking and watching or fighting the lycans. And she always visits the Chosen inside the temple, making room for another by the time she leaves.

After varying amounts of time, she always makes her way out of the forest as quietly as she entered.

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Rotkreuz
 
PostPosted: Fri, Jan 27 2017, 12:07 PM 

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Others might notice another repeat visitor to the Forest of Despair. A big, muscular Hobgoblin of late middle-age. He would pause before entering to say a prayer to Maglubiyet with his new silver scimitar raised to the sky.

After a moment of prayer he would carefully tread deep into the forest and carve a path of gore, with the limbs of malarites as the debris. He seemed to revel in slaughter, continually giving praise to his foul Goblin God.

"Soon! You will fear my silver more than the wrath of your weak God!" He would cry as the Malarites seemed to climb over each other to escape.

Any sort of subtle claw marks on the trees or such would escape his perception. To the Lycan currently haunting the forest, this Hobgoblin gained an almost euphoric pleasure sinking his blade into flesh. He had given a nickname to the Lycans he slaughtered. Monster-people he would call them.

He payed no mind to the eyes that may or may not watch him.

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walnutboy
 
PostPosted: Sat, Apr 21 2018, 4:24 AM 

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*Something seems to have visited the forest, cutting a path through its inheritance by use of teeth and claw. The lycans are attacked and put down seemingly by one such as they with curious makes, clawed slashes appearing on some of the larger trees and deep into the trunks. A warning... or perhaps maybe a challenge.

Whatever or whoever it was seems to leave after a short while being lost in the woods!*

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walnutboy
 
PostPosted: Tue, May 22 2018, 16:32 PM 

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*The slightly built lycan returns to the forest, mauling and clawing at lost ones she finds. Accompanied by an aging dire wolf her attack seem feral, almost bordering on savage at times as she stalks, corners and then kills. After some time the lycan seems to disappear after her rampage.*

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walnutboy
 
PostPosted: Wed, Jun 06 2018, 20:25 PM 

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*The young elven lycan finds her way to the forest of the lost ones, a warning left for her likely drawing her curiousity rather than keeping her away as she stalked the shadows and walked on silent steps. Gone was her usual aggressive stance, not venturing far into the dark forest and instead only hunting those who came to close.

She walked with an unusual caution before leaving after not too long, disappearing out the way she came and probably gaining the disapproval of the one who warned. *

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