Defcon1DFA - Bran Hillskraad

[Defcon1DFA]

// OOC, Player Name: Defcon1DFA, Charecter Name: Bran Hillskraad. I know this may be a little more suited to the IC section, but I felt in the mood for a sort of 'flashback' type history when i was writing, so some of it is current and others history. //

Amidst the Jetsam and debris strewn across the shore lays the unmoving figure of the northerner, his great form half-crushed by the now decayed and disembowled carcass of what was once an Ox, rendered near beyond recognition from the feast of the roaming trio of wolves nearby. With a near bestial grow the northerner returns to lucidity and crawls to stand out from under the husk of decay.

As his glacial gaze wanders over the shores and surveys tge land around him, seeing the wreckage hewn rocks he intones a silent oath as his ears perk and his nostrills flare, turning to face the wolven trio approaching, having abandoned thier feast with the prospect of fresh, live game.
The boldest of the three, still sporting traces of its summer-autumn coat sprang towards the barbarian's throat but was met with a savage backhand blow, shattering the animal's jaw as his kin began thier attack, the remaining wolves attacked together, the younger attempting to sink its teeth into his calf whilst the elder lunged as the first for his now exposed throat.
With savage speed the northerner leapt under the leaping wolf to grapel the younger and prying its jaws further open than nature intented, rewarded with a fountain of blood and a bloody jaw in his off hand he met the renewed attack of the remaining wolf, his hand wrapped around the bloodied jaw, the barbarian brought the bloody appendage up into the wolves neck as he leapt again.
The savage impact of the blow flung the wolf back as the free hand of the northerner reached out to drive the beast foreward into the sand, halting in its path only to see a section of splintered hull protrude from the animal's chest.

"Well, He is a big one isn't he Dram?" speaks a leather clad Damaran to the back of the bear-like Vassan.
"That he is Dro, This will be fun, Come and play big man!" Spoke another Damaran, larger than his comrade, as the pair unlimbered spiked cudgels from thier belts, rushing the Barbarian.

Bezerk, savage rage boiling his blood, already built high by the wolves' attack, the northerner lets out a savage growl as he leaps upon the smaller man, his beast like head impacting the Damaran's as they fall to the sand together.
The Damaran's head strikes a rock as he falls, sparing him the agony of his broken limbs at the hands of the Vassan weilding his own club, splintering the crude weapon as he srikes rock beyond the felsh and bone of his neck.
Turning to face the remaining killer, the Barbarian begins his avage onslaught, fists grabbing for him and flailing upon his foe as he drives him back from the shore.
With a brutal left handed swing the damaran knocks the cudgel away, the iron barbs imbedding themselves in his forearm in the process, with his caloused hands he grips the mans arms, driving him to the ground as the bestial warrior succumbs to the red tide of battle quickly in his weakned state, his teeth sinking into the mans neck.

His mind grows foggy and he finds himself with no controll of his body, the Damarans, Wolves and shore nowhere to be seen…

_In the place of the Damaran Killer stood a Vassan woad, a warrior who had challenged him in his youth, the warrior's sister by the name of Gelta had taken a shine to the Bestial northerner and trained constantly to battle at his side.
During an attack by gnolls on thier home they stood side-by-side to meet the gnollish attack and fought like a devastating whirlwind of death.
But in his rage, overcome by the red-tides of battle, the barbarian struck down Gelta whilst she tried to calm him in the aftermath, The weeping form of the barbarian was dragged from Gelta's body to meet the challenge of this warrior.

Through his own eyes ge watched the moment he became Redmaw, he could feel the cold vassan wind on his cheeks, the warm trickle of blood on his lips, in his mouth as his jaws locked around the warrior's collar bone and neck.
He could hear the shouts of bloodlust from his people, the shock of the women as they bore whitness to the savagery, and the Jarl's booming voice filled his head as his men removed the beastial northerner from the warrior's body, He had continued his savagery beyond the death of the warrior.
He remembered the shock of realisation as his blood cooled and realisation of his savagery dawned upon him as the Jarl's words rang true, his face still wet with the blood of his kill.

"Hillskraad, come forth and let us know you" spoke his Jarl as the Barbarian staggered foreward in shame and fell to his knees. "Be Known as Redmaw!" and then, this dream-world retreated from his conscoiusness._

…The smell of salt and spilt blood returns ot his nostrills as he is once again focused on the world around him. The large damaran lays below him, his throat torn out and Redmaw once again feels the warm coat of blood on his lips.
With near primal instict the northman lets out a savage roar like some triumphant beast as the red tides of his rage leave his mind clear once again, he regains controll of his body and stands, looking around at the crimson scene he stands in.
Tearing the moldy furs from his body, the northman don's the sun-bleached leathers of the large damaran and finds what remained of his belongings in the ships hold. leaving all but his furr-wrapped gratesword behind as he made his way south-east in search of.. civilisation. What he found.. was not what he expected.. a land of mongrels, rogues... and Pirates.

// Please do not lock/Review this yet, I have not Finished.
And thanks to all who made my first night on Narfell great. //

[Black Rider]

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[Defcon1DFA]

I never did get around to finishing this… and bran has long since leveled to 5th... so nevermind I guess. gonna continue this somewhere else.

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