(Based on Secrets of the Dune)
The howling mountains of Icerun welcome you. Stories trickle down through towns, rumors of runes and treasures long lost to lorkind. Scholars have studied the vast ranges, attempting to pinpoint the areas of great wealth. And after years of work, they’ve done it.
Pamphlets, flyers, and posters have scattered through Loria, inviting any and all Lorfolk to gather. It will be dangerous, perilous even. Be it you come for wealth, adventure, or the thrill of a challenge, the mountains await.
We begin in Glowing Mushroom Inn, a small hotel in the town of Fenreich, set on the edge of a mountain range. They advise you to pack light, but prepare well, for this journey will be long and unforgettable. It may be dangerous, but hey, thats half the point!
Please provide the following information:
Name: (The name your wolf goes by.)
Picture: (Can be a picture or link to your wolf or wolves you wish to use.)
Gender:
Profession: (What is your wolves ‘job’?)
Skills: (What skills does your wolf/wolves bring to the table.)
Gear: (What will your wolf be equipped with, if anything?)
Items: (Is your wolf bringing anything with them on this adventure?)
Companion: (Is your wolf bringing along a special animal friend to possibly help, or be a burden to, them?)Extra: (Anything else we should know about your wolf?)
(credit to wolfe for this ^ )
Name: Torrential Doom, goes by Doom
Profession: Herbalist
Skills: Doom is extraordinarily fast, his long legs aiding in his speed. His knowledge of herbs is immaculate, and he almost always has a pouch around his neck. He also has an uncanny knowledge of what others are feeling…
Gear: Silver Amethyst Teardrop Earrings, Noxious Set, Herb Bundle, Satchel
Items: Various healing herbs I don’t want to list, a small black wolf carving, pouch with 1,000 Pebbles, 10 Moonstones and 30 Moonshards, a bag of preserved peaches, a roll of bandages, a canteen of water, a little necklace with the sweet smell of nectar floating from it, and some meat jerky.
Companion(s): A small, dark brown Dustraven that likes to follow Doom around. He’s taken to calling it Heo, or heo-refin a word meaning “small friend”. Heo often brings him small trinkets, be it a shiny rock or small crystal. Just a sweet fellow!
Extra: Doom is quiet, not really saying much. He is slightly awkward when you first meet him, but eventually warms up to you. Being the introverted type, he allows others to start the conversation. Strangely, he gets headaches when in large crowds. He is caring and a tad bit self-sacrificial, jumping in to help when in dangerous situations. He seems to harbor mistrust towards white wolves.. odd! Also, he sometimes says strange phrases, then fumbles about if commented on. What an odd guy.
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Doom padded into the town, weary from his travels. The journey from Darkspine to Icerun was quite the trek, what with how close the Mistvale border was. His keen eyes scanned the buildings around, locating a hanging sign with blue mushrooms. There was faint music coming from inside- definitely the inn.
He trotted into the warm building, the fire a welcome sight after the snow outside. Finding an open seat, he ordered a small cup of mulberry mead to keep his paws busy. The Lupin at the bar took his order and swiped up the pebbles as he placed them on the bar. He glanced around the inn- there was a group of Volmyrs near the fire, but they weren’t dressed for travel. There was also a shady-looking Jocol near him at the bar, but again, not dressed for travel. He must have been the first to arrive.
Skeie, he hoped the group was small. It would be uncomfortable if it was a large group, and he would be supremely unhelpful if he had a headache all the time.
Heo fluttered out of his pocket on the satchel, fluttering his wings out and chirping contentedly. “Not a fan of the cold either, huh? Better get used to it, refin.”