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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dunamin" data-source="post: 4928824" data-attributes="member: 57529">“My… demons?”“They were not, though they would put demons to shame.” Woe sneers. “Elves. The most sadistic, bloodthirsty, fanatic, murderous bunch you’ll ever see. Take everything you’ve experienced with us and it will only amount to a choir boy stealing chalice wine, compared to the massacre I witnessed.”The fighter shakes his head, realizing he is getting ahead of himself. “Well, you asked for it.”“Before working on retainer for that lazy, fat gravy-elemental that poses as our employer, I threw my lot in with the finest band of mercenaries this side of the Shifting Seas. Skyborn Company – the awe of our presence is enough to make grown men and women wet themselves, one way or another.”Woe sighs, recalling fond old memories.“The best bloody bastardly warriors you ever heard about across the Transitives all came from there or worked with us, Arek Steelsheath and Keshana Thayul included. If we survive long enough to see Bacarte again, I’ll show you around the premises and you’ll see what I mean – the Skyborns will be the ones booting your brains in while downing a tankard of ale. They may not have taught me everything I know, but Juna’s erect nipples, that’s where I learned the best parts of life!”“So a group of my best buddies and I were dispatched on an escort mission almost three years ago. You may have heard about Dylanthas, the so-called “Fleeting Isle” that drifted near Kythira? Settlers flocked to colonize, and our captain Kern figured we could handle the contract to oversee a village being founded.”“We could, for the first few weeks. Hell, the wine cellars were so full, the maidens so feisty, and the folks so jolly I might even have considered moving there, if not for the complete lack of action in the bruising department. It didn’t last.”Woe’s face hardens and he gets that distant mournful look again.“They came in on ships made of bone, mistaken to be pirates by the scouts who survived long enough to cough a brief report before their lungs gave up. Elves wearing skulls and bones, howling to the moon. There was some sort of priest who branded us all as “defilers” with a scroll made of entrails and a bone staff which seemed to pump with blood. I don’t remember much after that.”“I do recall that we didn’t come close to standing a chance. There are flashes… friends splattered all over me, breaking off bone arrows with blood pumping in them, as if they’re alive.” Woe looks Atreus dead in the eye. “You haven’t really experienced horror until you’ve seen a pregnant mother flailed to death with her own baby.”Possibly without noticing, Woe starts to massage his left hand again, seething with anger.“Don’t know if I was the only survivor. Jaera nearly made it to the deck of the boat I ended up stealing, before she was perforated before me. She tried to tell me something, but the arrow sticking out of her mouth got in the way. There was some sort of… high-ranking soldier among the bone elves, he slipped aboard while I was drifting out to sea. Babbled about feeding the isle with blood for new forests, before he charged me with his spear and gave me this.”Woe rips the glove off his shield-hand. There’s a sizeable hole straight through the palm, at least big enough for an arrow to pass through and lined with some ring-formed alchemical device that somehow maintains the functionality of his hand, despite the loss of bone and nerves.“I tried to have it healed, but whatever mojo was in that spear resists it. This cursed contraption hurts like hell, sometimes I just want to tear the whole damn thing apart. Sometimes I just want to tear the whole damn world apart!”Never has Atreus seen Woe this furious. It takes some moments of blind raging and foul curses, but eventually the warrior seems to calm down again. It does seem to have done him good to speak of the massacre, however, and Woe appears to recognize his surroundings as they are once more.[sblock=OOC]Yeah, the name Woe wasn’t exactly picked out of a hat. <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f61b.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":p" title="Stick out tongue    :p"  data-smilie="7"data-shortname=":p" />When planning his character I thankfully ended up far less McSeriousFace, but I thought it was important to pay homage to the original conception.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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