Silver_Wyvern
The Unqiue Erotic RPer
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Within a deep forest clearing there was a simple village, self sufficient but very very superstitious. Historically passed down from generation to generation were stories of vampires, were-creatures and other beasts constantly taking people in the night and killing livestock. Recently these rumors surfaced again, a were beast, many saying are like a panther. growing to a fever pitch, which resulted in a call for a mercenary to be hired to stop the newly emerging beast attacks..
The Verlasti family were famous hunters, said to be five brothers and a elderly father who surprisingly was the most dangerous even for his old age. Each brother, was seen as both experienced hunter and talented fighters. When the village called for the Verlasti, the youngest of the family Sorien responded to the call. He was clothed in worn thick , loose fitting leather and fur clothing, reinforced with a layer of light chain mail. Across his armored chest, belt and boots were lined with the tools of the trade: Silvered Stakes, knives, garlic and wolvesbane. His prefered weapon being a longbow strapped to his back.
The man was in his early thirties His black hair was cut in short and his skin had a leathery warn look..one of a experienced fighter. The most prominent feature was a scar, deep and jagged down the right side of his face, her right eye cloudy and white from blindness...but his slow calculated and deliberate moves show he's compensated for the loss of his depth perception. He on his way to the outskirts of the village..looking along where the beast was rumored to make away with small livestock for any tracks to get a feel for what he was hunting.
The Verlasti family were famous hunters, said to be five brothers and a elderly father who surprisingly was the most dangerous even for his old age. Each brother, was seen as both experienced hunter and talented fighters. When the village called for the Verlasti, the youngest of the family Sorien responded to the call. He was clothed in worn thick , loose fitting leather and fur clothing, reinforced with a layer of light chain mail. Across his armored chest, belt and boots were lined with the tools of the trade: Silvered Stakes, knives, garlic and wolvesbane. His prefered weapon being a longbow strapped to his back.
The man was in his early thirties His black hair was cut in short and his skin had a leathery warn look..one of a experienced fighter. The most prominent feature was a scar, deep and jagged down the right side of his face, her right eye cloudy and white from blindness...but his slow calculated and deliberate moves show he's compensated for the loss of his depth perception. He on his way to the outskirts of the village..looking along where the beast was rumored to make away with small livestock for any tracks to get a feel for what he was hunting.