[This was actually a roleplay I had with two other people, and I've gone through and tried to fix any typos they would have made. I myself love these 3 charr so much, they are all so hilarious. Also, 'bas-tard' is written that way because it censored it here and I don't think it's really that bad of a word, considering it was in one of my G-rated games...]
"Hmph, they were holding me back anyways!" came a young, gruff charr voice. He was an adolescent, rather small bodied in terms of a charr, and his fur was a mix of dark browns and blacks. He wasn't exactly dressed to impress, and he was armed with an old gauntlet and dragging a sword on the ground with him, and strangely, he was alone. Anyone who knew anything about charr could see 'gladium' written all over him.
He started swinging the sword around recklessly, "I'm a one charr warband!! YAH YAH!!" His ears flattened as the sword easily went flying out of his hand and spun in the air, smacking against a cliff in the open woodland area. It was moments later that he was running, unarmed, from a mob of angry Grawl who had been resting in the cliff cave.
The noise of the running was overheard by a bitter looking charr clad in a chain vest, padded leather trousers, and a iron pauldron on his left shoulder that went down to his forearm. He had an orange tiger pattern, and had a broad and well muscled build. He growled to himself as he tried his best to ignore the noise, adding another log to the fire in front of him, adjusting the spit over it, "Stupid grawl...probably smell my food..." he muttered to himself as he leaned his hammer closer to where he was sitting, prepared to fend off any would-be attackers.
Seeing a light, it was the young foolish charr's first instinct to run towards it. This would have been fine, except that he made the mistake of constantly looking behind him to the grawl pursuing him. "Do these things ever give uuuuppp!?! WAGH!!" His lack of attention caused him to trip on a stone, sending him flailing forward and out of control. He tried to skid to a stop to adjust his balance, regrettably getting his foot right in the fire that the other charr had been tending to. "HOOOOTTT!!!" he yelped as he stumbled off to the side, between running from grawl and rolling from stepping in a fire.. it really wasn't his day.
"My food!" The older charr exclaimed as the other charr caused embers and his dinner to scatter "What in the world is wrong with you?!" he snapped at the young charr.
"That's what's wrong!!" he yapped, pointing at the grawl who were bumbling towards him, as he stumbled up to his feet and backed away. He held up his gauntlet and mumbled pathetically, "Aw there's no way I can kill that many with just this dumb thing..."
"Grawl...you were being chased...by grawl...?" he asked in a flat voice. Without hesitation, he grabbed his hammer and gave a heavy vertical swing, taking one of them out with a single blow. As it flopped dead to the side, the others stopped in their tracks, the older charr readied a battle stance, daring the others to try and get near him.
"Shut up, I lost my weapon!!" he crossed his arms and pouted, glaring at how easily the Grawl was killed. The other grawl stood still for a moment, before making a few grunts and grouwls as they turned to run.
The young charr swiftly picked up a rock and tossed it in their direction, yelling "Yeah and don't come back or we'll eat all of you!! HAH!" He stood proud, despite doing absolutely nothing.
"Don't coax them back, I won't help you again" he said as he grabbed the dead grawl by the scruff, dragging back to the smoldering fire, sitting back down and adding logs to rekindle it. "Bah...took me forever to catch that moa...and now it's grawl again." he glared at the younger charr accusingly.
"Moa? Those are easy!!" he bragged, trying to redeem his stupidity. "Ahh, I would have been fine if.... Those grawl didn't sneak up on me when I'd put my sword down!" He finally groaned and slouched, defeated by his own lame defenses. "Sorry...."
Elsewhere in an outlying city, a market caravan was preparing for its journey to the next major city, which lay beyond the open woodland and treacherous forest. Because of this, the caravan was looking for any brave swordsman that would dare venture through these perilous roads for a sack of silver. A young adult charr walked through the city, trying to mind his own business. He was pure black, and mid-range in his build, fit, but not bulky.
As he walked passed the announcer, one of the caravan leaders noticed the blade this charr was carrying and pointed out to the charr. "You there! Charr! You hold a blade...care to do a job?"
"M-m-m-me? O-oh I am just passing by...I don't mean to-," The young charr tried to explain to the man, shying away from getting involved.
"You hold a blade sir...surely you can handle this job?" The leader remarked.
Another caravan leader came to the two and noticed the blade as well, "We will pay you for your services....I am sure you are a fine swordsman."
The young charr looked at them a bit with shakiness. While it was true he had a sword, the compliment that the caravan leaders gave him was something he felt that he shouldn't be given. Because of this he tried to muster up courage to say, "W-well I do have a sword but-"
The main caravan piped up, "We'll pay you for your trouble... Two bags of silver and some of our food rations for your swordsmanship."
The charr looked down and placed his right hand on his stomach. He didn't eat for days and the promise of food was too tempting. He felt now in inner turmoil between honesty and survival. The growling of his stomach made him concede to their request.
The caravan set off with their new sword for hire out for the journey. The charr walked alongside the wagon as he ate a good bowl of meats and rice, downing it with a mug of grog. One of the caravan merchants asked the charr, "Oi. What hails thee, wanderer? Your name and origin?"
The charr looked at the merchant, a bard of his trade, and replied, "M-my name is Wrath. Wrath Bloodclaw."
"Ah, Bloodclaw! Does that mean thou hails from a powerful blood clan?"
The warrior softly said, "W-well you could say that-"
"Splendid! We are saved! This journey should be no problem then now that we have a Bloodclaw on our side. A fine swordsman to boot!" the merchant declared.
Wrath sunk a bit. Was he truly a good swordsman? Could he actually save the caravan should things go awry?
Back at the small camp, the elder charr was rolling his eyes as he got the fire back up, pulling out a small knife as he proceeded to skin the dead grawl "You should probably get back to your warband" He said idly as he saw the younger charr just standing there, watching.
"Uhh..." He looked away, scratching his nose and huffing, "I left mine, they were a bunch of idiots." He looked a little tense when he spoke.
The older charr looked up, examining the younger for a brief moment. "If all of your band were idiots, then I dread to see how they represent charr, if you are a step up above them." he said sarcastically.
"Haha very funny, I told you I just didn't have a sword on me, that's all." He inched closer, "Say, maybe I could just stick around until I can get a new weapon? They might attack me again if I'm on my own. Which I'm fine on my own by the way! .. Most of the time."
He glanced back at the darker furred charr. "Fine, whatever." He muttered "Just don't get in my way, do you know any skills besides running away and destroying fires?" he asked as he carved up pieces of meat.
"I can fight!!" he insisted, "I'm Deimos Ironmaw, I'm great with devourers and tactician, and a sword. Which I lost. Feh, it was an old rusty sword anyways, who needs it!" he sat down roughly, making an 'oof!' sound.
"Iron...?" He began, but couldn't help but burst out into laugher. "IRONmaw? Are you that vain to think you can just name yourself after my legion?" He said as he kept laughing.
"Your--" he shut his mouth and glared at the fire. "Well it's better than Coppermaw." he mumbled with spite in his tone.
"Copper... So you are a gladium." The older charr said, not finding it surprising given his physique and his handling of attacking grawl.
He looked away and snorted. "You don't gotta say it like that. It's not a big deal. I'll make my own warband."
"I don't think you'll be leading any warband soon, with that kind of attitude" He commented, placing carved meat on a spit and beginning to roast it.
"What's wrong with my attitude?" he looked up with a challenging expression, but he wasn't budging from his sitting spot. "I'm confident and ambitious, isn't that important?"
"No, being a legionnaire is much more than that." He said, not taking his eyes off of the cooking meat "Get confident, and you get in over your head. Get too ambitious, and you get in trouble." he concluded.
"Ehh, what do you know?" he rested back, "Well anyways warband or not.... Hey, speaking of warband.. You a gladium too? I don't see any comrades around."
"My comrades are gone..." he said, looking down "They met their death because our leader WAS 'confident and ambitious'."
Deimos quieted down, "Oh um..." he twiddled his thumbs. "Well....Hey, sorry about that." He gave an awkward cough, "Ok so you do know about it. Well maybe I can START a warband at least. Hey I got it!!!"
"Forget it" He said instantly, catching on easily on what he was going to say. "No way am I following you." he said as he took the spit of meat from the fire, handing it to him.
The young charr gawked, crossing his arms again. "Well fine!! I don't need ungrateful--- Oh, hey, thanks!" without another word to his argument he started to scarf down the meat he was given. "Umff I neegig fhat."
The tiger charr just rolled his eyes at the sudden disposition change, grabbing another piece of meat to cook. "You can follow for now, but we're not a warband, got it?"
"Yeaf thaf fuin, whakeffur." he gulped his food. "That was the plan anyways. Hmph."
Suddenly, the two charr that were enjoying their feast would be treated to the sound of gunfire. Frightened birds flew in the air in all directions from the location, the treacherous forest.
In the forest, the caravan was under attack by bandits riding forest spiders. The charr that was paid to protect his supplier was too cowardly to draw his blade willingly. In his mind, the terrible massacre he led his clan into seeped ever so. The horrors, the agony, the humiliation, but most of all, the lives lost, their deaths marked in his soul. With a weak cry, he finally mustered the courage to pull out his blade, rushing into battle with a sort of determined terror.
Deimos perked up, then stood quickly. "Hey there's something going on over there, let's check it out!!" without any thought or opinions from the older charr, he was up and running towards the direction of the noises like an excited puppy, not even considering that he didn't have a proper weapon.
"Hey! what are you-!" The older charr started, sighing "Another meal lost..." he grumbled as he grabbed his hammer.
Every time the charr felled an opponent, their blood seeping his blade, the cries of death from both his enemies and allies rang through the forest. He closed his eyes, in hopes to force the bad memories of his past back into the recess of his mind.
One of the caravan leaders, in due desperation, blew a horn that cried for the assistance of any who could hear its call, only to be fallen to the blade of a bandit.
Deimos skidded to a halt when he came into view of the fight, now dawning on him that he didn't have a proper weapon at all. He crouched and murmured, "Maybe if I sneak in and snag something of theirs... Hmm...."
The older charr made his way near Deimos, crouching next to him "Are you mad? you're unarmed!" He said quietly. "You're gonna get yourself killed!"
Before them was the black charr. He had just slain another of the ambushers with a blade that was not of Charr origin. It was a curved blade, meant for single precision strikes. His form was rusty, his movement was rather stifling. However he did possess some amount of swordsmanship and fighting tactics.
Deimos frowned and whispered back, "I know that, that's why I stopped...! But look, another of our own. And he's with a buncha humans. Yuck." he watched the bodies and seemed fixated on them, more interested on what the dead were carrying over what the living were doing.
The charr sighed and pulled a knife from this belt, handing it to Deimos "Here, use this, it's better than nothing, and don't lose it, it's the only one I got!"
Deimos took the knife and looked it over, then to the older charr, he gave a quick nod. He stood up from the bushes and shouted to the warrior, "HEY!! Need help there?!" When he got the attention of some of the attackers, he didn't back down this time, seeming more confident with a dagger as he ran out to charge.
The charr looked to the direction of the one who called him. Pleased to see that aid had heard the horn, he called out to the fellow charr, "Please! I need to protect the caravan up front! They need help and these ambushers blocked my way!"
Part of the older charr wanted to just leave and let the impulsive one get killed, but his training nagged him to help fellow charr. He reluctantly gripped his hammer and ran out next to help the others.
With the aid of the elder charr and the young outspoken ambitious charr covering his rear support, the charr swordsman ran as quickly as he could to aid the caravan and attack one of the three bandit vanguards near it.
Deimos was a very easily distracted fighter. When he'd managed to down an opponent, he saw a shiny sack of money and a wand, which he quickly kneeled down to grab. He was totally unaware that he'd kneeled down just as someone else was leaping at him, and even more unaware that he accidentally ducked out of the way of a swinging axe.
The older charr fought with the indication that he's seen his fair share of battles, capable of taking on opponents without hesitation or fear, easily crushing foes underneath his hammer.
The charr swordsman fought his vanguard opponent to the best of his ability. He was at a disadvantage, for his foe wielded a great axe. To make matters worse, the bandit was on a spider which had a set of fangs.
The older charr stood next to the swordsman "Get the spider! I'll take the rider!" He shouted as he swung his hammer back, throwing it at the rider.
Acknowledging the elder's command, the swordsman ducked to a low stance and struck his blade against the fangs of the spider. As he pulled away, he slashed at the spider's legs to bring the bandit down to the older charr's hammer.
As his hammer hit the rider, the older charr lept forward over the distracted spider, towards the fallen rider, disarming him of his great axe while he was still in a daze. His hammer in in arms reach, he wrapped his hands around the attackers neck, attempting to strangle him.
The bandit fell to the elder charr's iron grip. His throat clenched, his spine broken from the pressure.
The charr swordsman killed the dazed spider by stabbing it from above.
Deimos dodged another swing without realizing, as he was tugging at the sack of coins from the dead body he stumbled backwards. He saw the axe go between his legs at that point, eyes widening. As the bandit was trying to pull the axe from the ground, the young charr sliced the dagger at the man's legs and rolled away from him, stabbing again and yelping, "You scared me you bas-tard!"
The other two vanguard bandits retreated, knowing they had failed, save for a few scraps of loot.
Deimos didn't really seem very aware he was in a fight at this point, or if it was over, as he was mostly patting around the dead bodies and snagging any goodies he could find. He seemed fixated on one of the bodies, kneeling and poking around at it, and bluntly he started to yank on the leg, kicking the body over and over until he tore the leg off. "Perfect length!"
"Hmph, cowards; get them in low numbers and they turn tail..." The charr started as he recovered his hammer, looking over to his younger cohort "What in the world are you doing...?" he asked as he saw the young charr obsessed in a leg.
The caravan and its inhabitants came to inspect the damages and lives lost in the raid. The only surviving leader looked and took record. Gritting his teeth he looked to the Charr swordsman, "FINE SWORDSMAN YOU ARE! You cost us four days of pay!"
Deimos ignored the elder charr's question, and ran at the yelling man, waving the leg around, "Hey shut up, you're alive aint ya?!! Stupid humans, show some gratitude for once!! It was your own stupid fault for going this way and hiring someone who couldn't handle this job!"
The charr swordsman was offended by the comment that the ambitious charr made. He was also feeling disgraced for not protecting most of the lives lost.
The leader retorted, "Aye. And damn proud you helped, the both of you. Save you both weren't promised pay..."
"I'm actually in agreement, while this youngling seems to be formidable, he's in no shape to be guarding lives." The older charr added, "Maybe you humans shouldn't be so quick on decisions and look for an ADULT next time." he hoisted his hammer onto his shoulder.
The human leader retorted respectfully to the elder but disdainfully to the charr swordsman, "Aye. I will keep that in mind. My brothers fell this night, and this bas-tard charr claiming to be a Bloodclaw has their deaths on his soul. Kryta be praised that their trade will make it here, but not in the quantity the asked."
With this the caravan leaves, disbanding the charr swordsman without any more food or pay.
Deimos merely agreed, waving the leg around and giving a roar. But he was getting impatient with the human, and shouted when they left, "Ahh humans never shut up, always giving speeches like they're important! Huff!!" He swivvled in the direction of the warrior, tucking the leg under his arm. "Hey, you a gladium?"
The warrior Charr looked to the ambitious Charr youngling and softly said, "W-well you could say that, but I just-" He couldn't say anymore, not after recovering from what the caravan leader told him. The word disgrace echoed in his mind, the fate that happened after the massacre vivid in his mind.
"Don't feel for a human, they'd turn on you for a silver coin" The older charr comforted. "Your fighting however, was hesitant, you show fear in your actions. What was that?"
The warrior charr looked to the elder. "I-..........I don't know. I-I-I was trying to do my best and....I tried to tell them I wasn't that good, but....I was hungry and I had no other choice...they needed a blade and I-"
Deimos piped up, slapping a hand on the sputtering charr's back, "Well you're in luck, you can join our warband! Who needs humans!!" he didn't consider the elder charr's opinion once more, but according to him they were a warband and that was final. "I'm Deimos!!"
The word "warband" sparked a wide-eyed shocked expression from the charr warrior as he got up and backed away a bit, "WARBAND?! O-oh nonononono, I couldn't possibly join your warband! I-I'm d-d-d-disgraced."
The older charr looked over to the younger, hitting him in the back of the head with his free hand.
"Ow!!" he rubbed his head and glared at the bigger charr, then pouted off at the warrior. He mumbled, hoping the older charr would hear him, "Who ever heard of a charr letting another charr go hungry...?"
"We're NOT a warband, ok? We can travel together for now, but that does not mean we're united" He said bitterly.
The warrior charr bowed politely to the elder as he said, "M-my apologies. I had no idea. I-I was just wandering to the next town you see. I d-didn't-"
"Well fine but I'm still Ironmaw!!!" Deimos interupted, he tapped his foot and fiddled around with the human leg. "So they said Bloodclaw for you? And what about you, anti-warbander?"
The warrior charr replied, "My name is Wrath....Wrath.....Bloodclaw" The last bit he was hesitant to say.
"Bloodclaw? Am I just encountering the younglings who think they can have high and mighty names today?" He asked no one in particular
Deimos frowned, "And what's your name? Grumble Bittergrouch?"
He sighed "It's Kindle Flintlock"
Deimos grinned and held the leg up in the air victoriously, "Deimos, Kindle, and Wrath!! The 3 wandering gladium charr!! No rules and no one to stop us!!"
"I'm not a gladium" Kindle corrected "I'm a lone survivor"
Wrath, "A-a-a-and I'm a disgraced wanderer...."
Deimos, huffing his chest out and giving his cheeks a little puff of a pout, "Dammit, gladium sounds cooler and you guys messed it up.."
"There's nothing cool about 'gladium'" Kindle stated.
Wrath shyly spoke up to Kindle, "I-it is a lot better than what I have though..."
"That's not the point!! It's just a matching title that sounds like some awesome fate brought three unlikely and outcast charr together to conquer the world!" he stops to breath, as in his excitement he'd forgotten to. "...Buuut... well you both lack vision, so you don't deserve it anyways. Hrmph..!"
Wrath held up a hand, "Um....D-deimos, wasn't it? You are a charr, b-but...you don't.....well....act...like....one?"
"What's that supposed to mean? What else am I acting like?" he gives a clueless and slightly offended look to the two of them.
Wrath looked away, "N-n-nnothing. I just was p-puzzled." He got up slowly, swiped his blade clean from the blood that rested on it, and sheathed it accordingly. "It....was a pleasure meeting you two....but I must simply be on my way to the next town so-"
"You're coming with us" Kindle stated "The way you two handle yourselves in battle..." he glared at Deimos. "You wouldn't last long on your own."
"I'm fine on my own, I said!!!" he grumbled and gave Kindle the dagger, "Here I don't need this stupid thing, that guy over there has a nice axe and I want it." He didn't have the politeness to clean the blade at all, and he stomped over to the dead man with the axe, struggling a little as he lifted it up and propped it on his shoulder. "Hnf."
Wrath to Deimos, "B-but didn't you just say we could be a w-w-war-"
"Shut up, a warband is a cool bonus!!"
Wrath shut his maw, but mumbled, "....what bonus? All I see is a charr spouting contradictions..."
"We're not a warband, but someone has to look after you two or you'll get yourself killed." Kindle said.
Wrath spoke softly, "I a-appreciate the offer, and will gladly walk with you two until the next t-town." He said this because even he knew that this forest was an area he wasn't familiar with.
"Hah, you don't have to worry about me! I just wasn't on the top of my game today. I'm a real fighting machine when I've gotten good rest and a full belly!" He looked silly, wobbling a little from the weight of the axe with a disembodied leg tucked under his other arm, especially with his small stature.
Wrath couldn't help laugh at the sight of Deimos, "Y-you look a dwarf who drank a lot of grog and can't hold his axe!"
Deimos merely responded with a growl and stomped his feet, "This handle sucks, not my fault, I'll be fixing it when we aren't surrounded by dead humans."
Kindle sighed "Let's just focus on making camp for the night." he said, walking to where his previous fire was
Wrath, "Y-yes sir!" he said, following right behind the elder.
"Yeah, whatever, Bittergrouch." Deimos grumbled, dragging his feet as he followed. He muttered under his breath to himself, "Still think we should be a wandering trio... Those jerks."
Edited by Deimos-Ironmaw, 27 April 2011 - 07:27 PM.