[RP] Averancia: Hero's Call

Rafn kept his composure, hunkered in the tall grass until Ængus arrives. When he was sure it was safe he approached Silver and grabbed him by the hackles. The wolf had busily devoured the eyes of his kill and flashed an evil grin to both Rafn and Ængus as if to say "if you could you would."

Rafn directs Ængus' attention to the corpse he had killed. "Do me a favor and search that guy, I will take care of this guy, Silver made a mess of him." And so he busily got to work searching the bandit.

Rafn when he sees how much of a bloody mess Silver had made just laughs, completely unphased. When he saw the blood he began to look around for plants with high tannin content. Taking the quiver, bow, and blade and stacking them next to the body. He looked at the coinpurse, it stank, but the other primals so worshipped it he took it.

Before committing to stripping the corpse of the leather he looked around for any plants which had tannic acid.

Aundovald is impressed by the knife. Fine equipment. He takes it, along with its sheath.

He also claims the coins in their pouch and the whistle.

Scanning the page again, the young armiger looks for words that he can recognize. Frustrated, he rolls the parchment and inserts it back into his pocket.

Upon return to the carriage, he hands the letter to Master Aelwynd. "I found this, carried by a brigand that I felled there on the ridge. I wish to know what it says. Will you read it aloud, Master Aelwynd?"

Wilfrid eyes Rafin and the bloody leather he hauls back to the carriage. Wilfrid observes "All that old blood and damage couldn't have happened in the present engagement. I'm sure these brigands have taken their armament from some poor souls."As the parchment is read aloud by the Chamberlin (or maybe passed to Wilfrid and he reads it to the group), Wilfrid's mind is abuzz with questions.

"It is paramount that we identify whom is behind the commission of these bounties! The corpses here have few words to say." He takes the whistle from Aundovald and holds it out in front of himself in finger and thumb. "Perhaps tho, they may have friends close by. If we are lucky, they haven't been alerted yet." Wilfrid quickly explains that it's possible the whistle was simply to signal the single compatriot across the chasm, but it is also possible that additional bandits lay in wait further down the road, and that the whistle was to be a signal to draw them in. He suggests a ruse to draw them in, if they do exist.

"Well the bastards sure want to kill this good lord." Rafn said and hung the leathers off the back of the wagon. "These poor sods are in uniform, well were. Now they are taking a dirtnap. Ængus has a better quality suit but I can mend these leathers, I am keeping this recurve. Take this dagger, it is quality and you need a means to defend yourself." Pulling the blade free from the harness he thrust it into Wilfrid's hand nimbly, he pressed it into Wilfrid's grip. "I am also taking the quiver." Rafn could not abide a lack of transparency.

"All that is possible is within Him..." He trailed off midsentence.

Rafn kitted himself out and even tacked on another fur. A belt and harness, securing a wolverine's pelt to his chest by the swordbelt which was too big for his waist. This Wolverine wore a rich golden strip, flecked with blue flecks along the length. It was bedazzling, truly a rare specimen enormous as well compared to the average mustelid. He pat the fur as he roused from his trancelike state. Where he stared at the sun for exactly one second. Turning his eyes back to meet Wilfrid's.

Silver looked at his entranced master, tucking an ear back, tilting his head. He sniffed at Rafn curiously.

Rafn stared at the sun for exactly one second. His pupils contracted to pinholes. He turned back to Wilfrid looking him in the eye. The boy too shared the mutation, as did Silver who stood at his heel. All enormous specimens with blue hair. Mutated perfectly. Rafn didn't blink often so his all too jaded eyes met Wilfrid's. Rafn saw the burning intelligence in Wilfrid and had so many questions. Still looking into Rafn's mutant eyes, with the heterochomia forming bands of silver, emerald, and copper, with flecks of blue and red throughout. Up close it was clear how far from baseline the teenaged beastlord was.

While Audnovald requested Wilfrid's attention. Rafn turned it to his wolf.

The way the Wolf worshipped the ground he walked on. Constantly sniffing and licking Rafn in tribute. Something in his sweat. Even now, Silver licked almost obsessively at Rafn's thighs. Silver was painting his bloody jowls all over Rafn who didn't seem to notice. Silver made a rather pathetic yawp. Rafn then picked him up overhead and gave him praise in a rather silly voice. "Who is a good little wolf for eating the bad man's face? You! Oh how'd you get so small!??!" Rafn's shoulders carried the now helpless wolf fairly well. He was only swaying slightly from exertion. Silver curled his tail between his legs for a moment but decided he was comfortable and safe. Slowly it curled back into a full curl. The wolf relaxed completely its muzzle drooping between Rafn's thumbs. When Rafn set the wolf down it yawned and made a quiet squeak, a surprisingly high pitched and tiny sound considering Silver's size. Silver would not lay, but he sat down, clearly smiling.

After hearing the words of the parchment scroll, Aundovald asks, "Who would claim to be this "true heir of the Duchy" as the letter states?"

Now, pointing to the scrawled letters written on the margin corner, he asks directly to Master Aelwynd, "What does this writing say?"

After hearing the answer, he repeats it and continues the questioning. " "Bitterturn M." What does this mean?"

He expands the question to Amberstead as well. "Lord Chamberlain, do you know of a "Bitternturn M."? Could it be a place? A man's name or monniker?"

Thinking over the content of the letter even more, Aundovald begins to develop an understanding - or at least a speculation. He looks back at the carriage. The Chamberlain's identifying coat of arms is emblazoned on the side of the vehicle. The flags and markings of royalty appear flagrantly obvious now, like targets.

Aundovald speaks out assertively, loud enough for the Chamberlain to hear while still keeping his eyes forward, studying the carriage and the road ahead. "Lord Chamberlain, I would make a suggestion that you should take seriously...."

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After learning the man's name, Aundovald asks, "I saw you speaking with great concern at the Chamberlain before. You seemed animated about something. What do you reckon about these goings-on?"

If the driver seems like he is hedging, withholding, or just hesitant, Aundovald adds a bit of pressure, "I am speaking directly - understand it. Do you know anything that we should consider? If so, tell it to me now - without hesitation or side-stepping, man!"