[Closed w/ Tobin, Mentor] I need a furry fluffy friend!

[Rihn Autumnfall]

Notes Word Count 471 TagsTobin Rihn was on a mission, a task of her own, not a quest. She wanted to try and reestablish part of her connection with nature by recruiting animals or the natural wildlife to help her or just to have a fuzzy furry friend. It has been many years since Rihn has tried to ask for help from the wild life, normally it would go well, but that was before the calamity and the lose of the majority of her connection with nature. The Druid walked through the woods cheerfully, she hummed to herself cheerfully and just looked cheerful in all aspects. She felt like today was going to be a good day, she felt like she'd be able to reconnect with her powers, without lightning herself on fire, she hopped. Rihn was hoping to find something around her level to try and experiment on, that wouldn't be hard at all. Being level one in the Greatwoods, there was a large list of creatures that were within her criteria. She walked for a bit and eventually stumbled upon a level one Young Pitted Boar "Perfect!" Rihn thought as she slowed her walk to a crawl of a pace. As she slowly inched closer to the young boar it looked at her, ready to dart away in a instant or worse, attack in that instant. Rihn hopes she was close enough and dropped down to one knee, holding her staff in her left he extends her right out to the boar. "Hey, come 'ere." she says softly activating "Scout" and beginning the process of taming the boar. The young boar cautiously walks towards Lavinia and smells her hand, a good sign. But the boar suddenly starts to try and eat her skirt, the taming failed, the boar was hungry and without food to give it, the attempt was doomed from the start. "Hey, stop that!" she scolded the boar, but it was being stubborn. "Stop it!" she said but this time she took her staff and whacked the boar on the end dealing a single point of damage and scaring it off. Stupid mistake, unknowingly to Rihn there was the biggest boar of them all in sight, a level 10 Iron-Tusked Gerald was glaring right at her. "Run... Run!... RUN!!" her brain screams at her body but it doesn't listen as the giant boar paws at the ground. It was going to charge her, and probably kill her, but luckily her brain finally started communicating with her body and she turned and began to run. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!!!" she says as she ran and ran and ran from the boar who was now on her heels ready to trample the druid if it managed to catch her. "I... said... I... was... Sorry!" she exclaims still running inhaling between each word. Code by Neun of ET. Artwork from Alchemical Meister.

[Tobin]

(OOC: I know she’s not an adventuer, Tobin doesn’t. Green is natures tongue, blue normal, brown is his boar.)
WC: 858

"I thought there were a village round these parts to trade with."

The stocky fellow known to many as simply Dwarf was engaged in a rare past time, map reading under the shade of the great British outdoors. In the days before satnav's and google maps one, the primary method of navigation from A to B was primarily preformed through a sheet of paper with the relative distance between two points, and to use a number of landmarks in-between as guide points. The prospect of exclusive trading rights a isolated village proved a most lucrative opportunity. After all as a brewer he always had a need for the excess stock that farmers sold as most things could be added to a brew to enhance the flavour. However, unfortunately there were two factors that had worked against the stocky fellow the first was that Tobin, as a 21st century man, had never actually needed to read a map. Secondly the map in question was a doodle from a non-scribe and therefore was as credible as pigs flying. Therefore getting lost had only been a matter of time.

"Ahhh bugger, wha' a waste of a day."

The dwarf tossed the sheet of paper over his shoulder and paused a moment to gaze up at the sky, naturally being an animal tamer the great woods themselves brought back fond memories of his earlier adventures. A bushy brow rose as he took a quick swig from his container, suddenly reminded that he had let his boar loose some 30 minutes before he backtracked to his spot. Being an Alpha there had been certain needs that Tobin didn’t wish to be around to observe.

-Well, I’ve given ‘im enough time. I’m gonna see whether he’s done with his business.-

With a flick of the wrist he unblocked communication from the beast, an act that he would come to immediately regret as his head filled with the loud bellow of pig’s squeal, a quick thought to turn on natures tongue found that for a change he hadn’t interrupted a mating ceremony.

“GAAHHH come back here pink skin! You hurt young, I hurt you! After the Dwarf I sware this would be the-“

The Dwarf sighed and after a moment to check his hud broke off into a sprint towards the signal, and as the sound of screams and squeals became more audible he used –eye of the tiger- to become a hazy blur, the flying biped seemed to fly out of the trees to land firmly between the lass and the enraged boar, arms wide open in tender greeting to quieten the fellow. Perhaps Rihn was about to witness the Dwarf’s sof-

“Gerald. Use body slam! ^__^”

Or, well, not. The Dwarf flipped his hands to grab the tusks and with a grunt used it’s own momentum to flip it over in a loud suplex onto it’s side with a thunderous crash, and then proceeded to sit on it, a firm strong hand gently ruffling the side of his face while keeping the creature pinned. Unfortunately for the lass this fellow was a practioner of the Steve Erwin mentality, as even as he gently stroked the creature his entire, muscular body seemed to radiate with energy much like heat wave, the side effect of his –eye of the tiger-

"Oi, ye and she mah be nuffin' but mammals, but ya don't be doin' wha' they do on the discovereh channel on mahhh watch laddie.

“But she hit-“

“I dun’t realleh care, by tis point ya probably fathered half the runt’s in these lands. Ya can afford ta lose one or two.”

The Dwarf rolled his eyebrows as he slipped out of natures tongue and directed his gaze towards the person’s life he had just saved, the elven lady in various green hued in a mildly revealing attire, blond. His eyebrow rose as he eyed her once over, through the gold rimmed, rose tinted specticals his blue gaze was hued a shade of pink. A low level adventurer was curious, at this point most adventurers had either become active or stayed in the city thus he was inclined to believe it was an Lander, he could almost sense a impeding questline.

-Least tis ones a looker. Heh, heh-

No Dwarf.

“Howde do lassie, tis a pleasure to meet ya. Sorreh about old Gerald over ‘ere, I sometimes walk mah dog without a lead.” The Dwarf gave that distinctive booming laugh, though after a moment the bearded squat imagined his causal joke wouldn’t go down so well. His manner of speaking was probably unlike any Lander, or indeed most adventures Rihn had ever encountered with his heavy, over-elaborated northern accent. “But aye, apologies, I didn’t think anyone were out ‘ere. I’m Tobin Strider anyways, slayer oaf Stonehenge. Ya any idea wher’ ya nearest village be or ya be as lost as I am?”

Anyone who had heard of adventurers had probably at least heard his name, since as a slayer of Stonehenge he and a select few others had gained some fame. Though exactly how far this distinctive dwarf’s reputation carried was something he wasn’t entirely certain off.

[Rihn Autumnfall]

Notes +5 Ego boost for Tobin. Word Count 424 TagsTobin The thunderous crash caused by the suplex echoed in Rihn's ears as she stops dead in her tracks and spins around to look at her savior. A short bearded humanoid creature was now sitting on her aggressor, a unfamiliar creature to Rihn that just so happened to be radiating heat. Falling on her rear Rihn looks at this strange being as it speaks about a dog with a lead "what?" she thought as her chest raised and lowered as she tried to catch her breath. The dwarf's accent would take some getting used to, so would the dwarf in general. This was the first time Rihn has seen a dwarf in person and until now, only thought they were legends, a race of people who helped build the foundations of this world. The kind of story you tell to the young ones so they fall asleep. But here was one, standing or sitting rather in front of her and he saved her life to boot. She sat there looking at this... spectacular person... as he introduced himself. Tobin Strider was what he said, a name Rihn really didn't expect a Dwarf to have, she was kind of expecting Ironfist or some form of metal worked into the name some how, but either way the name was nice. What he said next caught Rihn's attention, slayer of stonehenge, while the name Tobin being associated with the purification of the site was unfamiliar, the fact that adventures did cleanse such a place Rihn did know. This person in front of her was now even more of a spectacular being, one to be revered by druids everywhere. Still slightly out of breath Rihn pushes herself to her feet and looks at Tobin. Bowing slightly "Thank you for saving me, my name is Rihn Autumnfall, but you can call me Rihn." she says smiling, hoping to not offend such a magnificant hero. Looking at the boar who was chasing her Rihn feels kind of guilty for the whole affair "I'm sorry I caused such a commotion, I was just... trying to ask one of the younger boars for help. It wouldn't stop trying to eat my clothes so I tapped it on the head with my staff and well... he got mad..." she says pitifully, pointing to Tobin's companion. Tobin slayer of stonehenge, the name has a nice ring to it, "Slayer of Stoneheng, was that really you?" she asks. Still unable to beleive that she was talking to one of the people who accomplished such a task. Code by Neun of ET. Artwork from Alchemical Meister.

[Tobin]

WC: 823

Naturally the lass was breathless, she had just witnessed the most majestic creature in the land make his grand entrance to power slam a mighty adversary, who could not hold their breath at that sight? Or well, the more logical conclusion that the boar had tired here as even Tobin had limits to his ego, just much like the sky the stratosphere was still a pretty high place.

“Ahh, tis a nice usar name ya picked fa yourself. And ‘ere I was, thinkin’ I were a tad queer fa goin’ fa a two toned name.”

Still oblivious to her lander status, the Dwarf let a rumbling chuckle emit from his throat, a pitch that carried an accent of an earlier time when the words could still forge spires of truth and the power of heart and arm was enough to keep the tide at bay. Indeed Tobin had been one of the few adventurers who came to the land and gave hope. A fact that wasn’t lost on the Dwarf as he built up his reputation, the dwarf gave a solid pat to the beast side, a slight shrug as he sought to dispel Rihn’s concerns.

“Aye tis be no worryin’. Alphas of their species tend ta be a bit moar aggressive ten most. Tis all too easy ta tickin’ these fellas off by just proddin’ ta pack. Still, animal tamers can tame these fellas, ta the extent ya can-

“No Tobin, not this again! That hairless runt is not ridin’ on me.”

The Dwarf’s eyes widened as he gave an exasperated sigh as he raised a hand to motion for a moment, before his tongue became that of the primal beast as the air rang with the tongue of squeals, grunts and snorts.

“Fa Christ sake boar, for the 51th time, we were not doin’ funneh business on ya back then!”

“Ya do this every time ya meet someone! “Hey female, like my impressive boar, want to hop up on i-““

At this point the dwarf only gripped the Swagtusk by his head and lightly slammed it to cut the sentence off as he continued to smile through gritted teeth.

“Oh sod off. I get ta point, none is gonna be ridin’ on you! Are ya gonna calm down now? Ya can’t be killin’ peope just because they be pokin’ at cha young.”

“She was-“

“Look, the fella wasn’t even seriously hurt. So ya, ya can’t be killin’ people since they dun’t multiply as fast as ya. Tis just a mistake in tis case.”

Despite the grunt and squeels the fella seemed to take a softer approach as he applied his expertise in animal training. With that unrelenting pressure the tense creature finally slackened under him and the creature, it’s bulk the size of a small car, ambled off into the treeline. It’s utterance contained the kind of obscenities that would make a sailor look like a landlubber. The stocky biped gave a rumble as he shook his head gently as natures tongue was deactivated as he turned his attention back to the lass.

“- ride on ‘im. Tis fella be in no mood fa that today thou’; though least mah jobs nevar too dull as ya can see. Gahahah!”

It was at that point the lass quiried him about perhaps it was for that reason that Tobin found the lasses geninue interest in his tale was somewhat amusing. People were rarely that fascinated to hear his tales, and fewer still would actually pay open respect to the stocky biped, naturally this quiet admiration that fanned the inferno of his own ego was something he were going to take advantage of.

“Aye, I slain the abomination that terrorised tha’ high plains of secum. Tis were a hard battle tha’ raged on fa three days ‘n’ three nights, fa tha’ beast were so powerful tha’ it’s steps caused the ground ta asunder. Make no mistake, even at mah level tis was no mean feat, it were as tall as the tower of London and with endurance to match.” The Dwarf paused briefly as his met Rihn’s, perhaps he saught to read her expression? In any case he would continue on with the tale. “Eventually though, me ‘n’ my companions brought the thing down between our strength and shattered it’s columns. It’s stones litter the landscape and the golem numbers hav’ subsided. I’m glad tha’ we were able to bring it down before tha’ thing could push us further down south.”

The fellow gave pause as he beamed with a great grin, somewhat aware that he had perhaps rambled on too much, it was hard to master the art between masterful storytelling and pure twobble. His eyebrow rose as Tobin directed his next query, after all it was only proper of him to escort a maiden in need or some drivel.

“In any case, ya need me to walk ya back ta safer lands?”