Deceased Hazrin Dak'ar

[Solus]

Hazrin Dak'ar
"1 LEIF ONLY BRAH" @TurtlePrada

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[Updates] Indicated by blue color.

[Note: If your character has picked up a few Verba words from Hazrin- you can't teach it to someone else as Verba can only be taught by the Nakam race.]

[The Basics]

Current Thoughts/Status:
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Name: Hazrin Dak'ar
Nick: Hazi, Haz, Furhead, Dirt-Hunter
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Race: A Nakat; One of the Nakam.
Height: 5’3
Weight: Average.
Eyes: Black sullen eyes.
Fur: Brown fur all over. Fading just a tad bit. Never kept matted nicely- a bit unkempt at times of stress. There are some scar-like spots around the back of his arms where fur doesn't grow due to being too close to an firey explosion.
Identifying marks: White patch of fur circled upon his left eye- two circles underneath that as well.
Strengths: Book keeping. Recording words, Building new crafts
Weaknesses: Socializing. Speaking Common without stuttering. A Coward when it comes to defending himself. Surprises; Try not to surprise the poor thing.
Fears: Getting into physical fights, Arguments, His brother Ralar, Magic
Religion/Cults: None.
Profession: Peddler
Homeland: Verbali
Current Home: None

Languages Spoken:

• Verba - Reading and Ludkava (Written language)
• Common - Understands a few words and sentences- Manages to carry conversations.
• Elven - Yes, No, Hello, Goonut, Good

Attire: White tunic and a light brown trousers. Wears a black dusty coat.

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Skills:

• Artist
  • He does art and stuff.
  • Crafts to sell.
• Tra'de [Taught by Jastae + picking up a word or two from observing furless]
  • Knows a few important words- but his sentences are not full. It is pretty hard to converse with him if one is not patient.
• Elven [Picked up a few words from "Saylin". @Saelihn
  • Hello, Yes, No, Goonut, Good
• Architecting
  • Gathering Materials
  • Laying out building plans
  • Building/Crafting

• Fishing [Simply learnt.]
  • Adequate.
  • Mostly was a records keeper in past- family's company.. "Scales", but he knows how to fish.

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Familial Relationships:

Ralar {Younger Brother} : Status - Dead: Always in envy of the attention his younger brother has, Hazrin tried to take care of him when he was younger- but would only be ignored. As they grew older, so did Ralar's ego. Once he took up the Ownership of "Scales" after their father's death- Hazrin would work under his large paw-thumb. Ralar soon grew taller and bigger than him. He would use his stature to keep Hazrin down. He was one of the reasons Hazrin fled and ran away towards the boats for the Northern Kingdom.

Moski {Younger Brother} : Status - Dead: The youngest was always the favorite, yet Ralar had the most attention between the three brothers. Ulkhan, their father, blamed Moski for their mother's early death in child birth. Hazrin did his best to care for Moski- as the other members of his family wouldn't. Moski was the closest he ever had to a friend- he would do anything for him. Take him out to drinks- sneak out of Verbali in search of danger- as they grew older though, so did their relationship. Moski found interest in another female Nakam- perhaps a satob. Hazrin was happy for him- but he soon knew that the drift between them would only become large. To this day, he still regrets leaving Moski and not asking him to come with him- he should have asked Moski to bring his satob as well. The regret pains him deeply.

Ulkhan {Father} : Status - Dead: Father used to be proud of him. Used to. Until Ralar was born. For some reason, Hazrin was pushed off to the side and ignored and he never knew why. He didn't hate his father for it.. too much. But he resented not being recognized for the work he put into the family company. Even after father's death, Hazrin barely thought of him, because he barely gave Hazrin any attention. He still holds a grudge.

Lalaiya {Mother} : Status - Dead: Mother was sweet. She used to help father during his rounds at the docks. From what Hazrin could barely remember, she was always reading him stories about the wondrous outside world. She'd read about the different people in Verbali- the strange tribes in Kavdek- and the evil, evil Teshvadiik. When Moski was born, he passed on his knowledge of what he was taught to him. He still misses her and thinks of her when he tells others about made up stories.

Interests:
Stories
Traveling
Getting to know the other Nakam in the Northern Kingdom

Likes:
Learning new things
Seeing new places
Salted Fish
Drawing

Dislikes:
Large bodies of water
Magic
Magical beings

Short Term Goals:
Build Houses in Kavdu
Earn coin.
Help the Nakam

Long Term Goals:
Ensure healthy land of Kavdu is safe
Possibly.. find a way back to Kavdek to see what remains..

Admires: ..
Loves: ..Not looking for a satob.
Trusts: Vhaejek, Vukrell
Likes/Befriended: Jastae, Akela, Zerin, Sneaky Mira, Er'een, Kal'tek, Kexi
Neutral: The Athryl
Unsure: Tajay, Eni'nu
Pities:
Wary of: Tzemik
Dislikes: Bandit Moor
Fear of: Tzemik, Fuvur

Misses: His family.

Vhaejek: His bickering partner. Hopefully working to fullfill her goals. @TurtlePrada

Vukrell: Once admired the Nakat. He's got his own faults and stubbornness. Will most likely favor his daughter during arguments now, but knows he'll do fine on his own, hunting in this new world. @Deathmoron

Tajay: Always unsure of the Nakat. He thinks he's too quick and eager to be near furless, especially Fuvur. He cannot understand how he can be so friendly with Fuvur, especially. @Soccernut13

Jastae: Understands her more with how her father is and has been. @IceandFire

Zerin: Unsure where she's gone, but hopes she's doing well. She wasn't one for faltering, or so he thinks. @ForestRose

Eni'nu: A more recent Nakat he's stumbled onto. She works for /her/. She seems to be as lost as Tajay was. Smurf

The Tricksters/Magic dabblers: .. Defiling the Spirit of our Ancestors. Need he hear more? No. He wants nothing to do with them.. and will most likely try to sway the other Nakam stay away from them as well. Everything he's learned is based on what others tell them they've done. His dislike grows. They may be "nice" to his friends.. but he sees their playing of magic as horrid. Michcat blargtheawesome

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[Solus]

x The Journey x
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Verbali:​

Spoiler

He was merely 5”3 feet; standing in fear among the tall, buildings of Verbali. His small legs would shake in his brown leather boots. The snow lay crushed underneath him as the fading-winter wind blew about the trade town. He would raise his arm to pull the dark scarf around his neck tighter. With another motion, he brushes away the small imaginary icicles upon his coat. The arm drops to the side and lifts back to grasp the yellow paper in his other paw. His black eyes would flicker down to the clutched scroll as he trembled from the cold…or in fright. He could not begin to know which it was. The coat and scarf gave him a sort of shield against the early crisp air. Underneath it all, his brown fur was matted and cleaned, although he spruced up only once every two weeks. The only anomaly upon his fur was the white circle-like patch around his left eye. The fur upon his head was a bit unkempt due to the wind playing against him. He had grumbled to himself for not bringing a hat or sorts, all the way to the Port Office. Hygiene was a small importance for the work he did. No one cared, so he did not bother at all with keeping up appearances. To this moment, he may smell strongly of the salty sea, the scent of raw fish and scales seeped into his fur. Though fish is a bit of a rarity to the Nakam, the work his family did put him in direct contact with such delicacies. He would look up from the scroll, the words “Scales” written in bold across the top in Ludkava. Taking a long, deep breath of cold air, he takes a step forward up the stone steps of the Office. He then heads in as the warm rush of condensed air brushes past him and the open door. His trembling voice slowly fades out into the streets for passerby’s to passively hear.

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Hazrin Dak’ar is but a lowly inventory keeper of his small family fish company, “Scales”, in the Grand Trade City of Verbali. The Eldest child, and the least noticeable, he has learned to keep to himself and avoid his overbearing middle brother, Ralar and the shrewd youngest, Moski. He has grown up knowing full well his father would never hand him the Company name in spirit or well –wishes…or at all. He can take minor guesses as to why. But he knows his father favors Ralar the most. The clever one. The smarter one. The stronger one. Hazrin would painfully watch on as Ralar is taught the basics of all Trading: The secret to luring the customer in, how to make connections from one customer to the other, what sort of ships would cost the less to travel their ‘wares’. …Everything a true Company Leader would need to know. Hazrin would be pushed aside and ordered to take care of the stock books- to write down how many fish they had in stock this season. Or to count the number of costs the fish would be when sold to certain ships. He did all the grunt work. He would spend hours upon hours under the dim candlelight to please his father’s commands while Ralar got to air about the docks and talk to seafaring Nakam and humans. Jealousy? No. Hazrin did not care if Ralar heard stories from far off lands about monstrous creatures. Stories about damsels in distress who were saved by brave Nakam who’d have to sacrifice an arm and a leg fighting against green monsters, whatever they may be. Or how creatures from within the sea would rise up and swallow boats whole, leaving only one survivor to tell of the frightening clash. Hazrin would tell his brother he did not care what he heard from the Nakat with only one eye and several scars upon his face. He was never bothered by it… he would repeatedly say so as the quill pressed ever so deeper than usual during certain nights. “I do not care. I do not care,” he would mumble as the rest of his family slept peacefully without him. Even as he grew up, he would say the same thing as he did before. Never changing, never showing his true mindset. For what did that matter? His father would not care as he grew old as well, his attention wandering to the end instead of to his sons. Ralar would not care as “Scales” slowly came into his power and reign. Moski would laugh in his face and skitter off to find his lover amongst the dark alley ways, leaving him alone with his thoughts below the company’s area of residence. And he would lay his head upon the desk in the one basement without the stench of fish. He would wrap his arms underneath his head and stare into the burning candlestick tip, wondering how long had it been since he worked under his younger brother. How long ago did father pass away as mother had once done when Moski was born? He would question the days…and wonder why he was still there in such a menial position… when the stories outside the stone walls of the small family company would silently cry out to him.

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During the waking hours of the day, Hazrin would find himself strolling around the docks. The sleepless nights of the past few days would pummel him weary and he would squint under the lamplights lined above the wooden planks in search of new boats. Few arrived so early, but that was well enough for him. The less contact with the sea-faring Nakam and humans, the better he was able to enjoy the scenery. As he stepped, two burly Nakam came stomping through, each carrying a large crate of fragile items. Hazrin would step aside to let them pass, bowing his head low to hide his face as best he could. Neither murmured him a greeting and he stood there unnoticed, watching them depart. Frozen in place and lost in a bottomless blur of mindlessness, he felt a small jab to his right side and yelps as he jumps, raising his arms up surprised. “Wha-?!” He swivels around, his arms still raised but more closely to his chest, his hands trembling a bit into loose fists. He saw no one at first. A small giggling came from below and his head would drop down. His black, cloudy eyes silently stared at the creature, glaring with accusation as he drops his arms to the side. The creature was no great threat- the being was scrawny and bore no resemblance to the Teshvadiik. “N-Not.. Nice,” he stammered, grasping for the words in the unfamiliar language of Common. The short, brown haired human would giggle again and attempt to poke him once more. He growled and jumped back before she could make contact, showing his teeth and snarling. His arms were raised once more, trembling into balls of fists close to his chest. Her face fell into horror and she screamed. The shrill sound spread across the docks as fast as a mug could shatter and break. Hazrin trembled in fright again, glancing around soberly, searching for the eyes of angry furless. Finding that no one was hearing, he turned back down to quiet the child down, but she bolted away from him down the docks. “W-wha- wait!” He called after, straining his voice. One last glance as his eyes swept across the docks and he could see the two burly Nakam making their way back from the distance. He turned and clambered after the trail of the child, afraid at what he may have done. Ralar would be furious that he brought shame to their family by scaring little fulrless of the trade ships. Time passed as he scurried up and down the docks, searching for the young one. He would think he spotted her, but it was merely a different one. It was hard to tell them apart, though, save for their hair color. His eyes scanned the top of their heads, making quick account of the one in question. He could not find her. The sun was setting, then. The color of oranges, pink clouds, and white stars started to fill the sky. He wanted to give up and head home. His work was already put off by spending time here. But he could not leave knowing he may have caused a furless of the trade ships to flee in fear, lost. He would be punished, he knew. Spotting a nice area to rest upon for the moment, he shuffled over to a wooden pole on one of the docks. He slipped down to sit, his legs hanging from the sides. His feet barely hovered above the cold swishing water. He looked out into the horizon, scanning the bay for boats. A great range and variety of ships met his gaze and he wondered what it would be like to sail in one someday. The rushing sound of the sea crashing against the rocks could be heard to his right. He would turn his head opposite of the setting view to watch the water rush and bash against the rocky hill to the side of the docks. Tilting his head, he squints his eyes upon a strange bundle upon the area. As his eyes adjust to the dimming light, a strange sense of dread came over him. He slowly stood up, using the support beams as they were meant to be used, and stepped over to the end of the docks. He regretted moving towards the bundle which now lay soaked upon the rocks. The cold wind swept past him and he shivered, feeling as if the soul of what lay in front was silently cursing him as it lay there. He glances behind him then back down to the small furless. It had been screaming at him only a few hours before. Now it lay dead and forgotten, covered in seaweed and soaked to the bone. Hazrin trembled again, his mouth pouting and his eyes watering up. “N-No mean to,” he whispered down to her. No response. “Not..Not f-fault,” he repeated to himself as he crouched down, his paws hovering around the small body. “No-not fault.” He would turn his arm, pushing beneath her and scoop the child up. It reeked. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and frowned, turning his head away and extending the body away from his own. He would make a quick glance around and shuffle off around the rocks, away from the side of the city and its walls. Farther past the docks, the rockier terrain jutted up. He carefully stepped up and down, grunting at the heavy weight he carried. It took him longer than he believed, but soon the small cave peeking out came into view. He let out a long sigh, drained, tired and saddened. The cold air stiffened him under his fur. He had found this hiding place long ago when he was a K’ub. Many neighboring Nakam would come with him as they played with wooden swords and fought amongst each other out from under the glaring eyes of their elders. His eyes looked upon the dark entrance and he stepped inside. It was not deep at all. He went in as far as he could, not knowing how far he went due to the lack of light. He crouched down, placing the child carefully. He stood up and whispered a small thing to it, turning as he did so, and shuffling out of the cave. Several moments later, he came back grasping a small torch from the docks. The cave lit up with cold warmth and his eyes swept down to the body yet again. An intelligible sound came from within him as he saw the mangled body, the light showing him every gruesome detail. “No-Not f-“ He didn’t dare finish the sentence. Stepping closer, the torch was waved before him and he slowly tilted it down to the body. It lit up brightly and soon the hue of red, yellow, and orange danced across the entrance along with the dark shadows of their figures. He would stare down at the burning body, the torch now lying on top of it to fuel it temporarily faster. The stench got to him first, though. He doubled down and hurled the last of his meal from the night before. It mixed down with the acid in his stomach, the lack of food eaten whilst searching for the child making it come out. He stayed there a moment, bent, his paws upon his knee caps and his feet spread so as not to get soiled. The headache started and he felt a strange dizziness. The stench spread across the cave. He quickly straightened up, wiping his face with his coat. He turned towards the exit, not daring to look back in fear of bringing out more food. He uttered one last fearful apology before stumbling out into the dark and cold night air.

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Days passed into months. Months passed into years. His interest in the land beyond the island of Kavdek never satiated. He wished to learn of the things he heard, to hear more stories outside the docks. The crunching of numbers upon the many papers he wrote would dull his mind and he began to abandon the work his brother would force upon him. <Do it right! I have a big important gathering tomorrow and I /need/ that scroll written!> Ralar would growl to him in Verba. Hazrin would nod in agreement, <Yessir!>, but soon after, he would be seen clambering across the docks in search of passing ships to the Northern Kingdoms. In one special occurrence, he was found. <What do you think you’re doing?!> Ralar would shout behind him as he quickly whispered to the sea captain of the ‘Bloomingdale’. He would turn to his brother, wide-eyed. As Ralar stormed down the wooden planks, he would give the captain a quick shake of the hands and dash off as fast as his feet could carry. “Vu Ibek!!” He could hear Ralar yelling to him as his heart-pace quickened in fright at being caught. <You better not come back!> -

..Yet he did once the sun set. He would sleep upon his bed, bruised and broken from the beatings he took by his larger brother. But he was satisfied with the current occurrences of the day. {<It’s tomorrow!>} He would think, grinning with his eyes closed, curled up under his blankets. His packed knapsack lay hidden under his bed. {<It leaves tomorrow! I’m leaving! I’m leaving! I finally get to leave!>}. The morning dawn came. Before any eyes peeked open, Hazrin was already out the door. He took in the aroma of the mid-summer air and headed out towards the docks, his knapsack bouncing against his shoulders and back, grinning from ear to ear. This was his new beginning.

…And then it all turned into a nightmare.

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[New Beginnings all thanks to @Michcat ]

His new beginning starts quite smoothly. The sky is turning lovely colours as the sun begins to set, framing the island of Kavdek still visible on the horizon. The ship is headed East, towards a land known as the Northern Kingdoms. A beautiful evening sky begets calm waters and what looks to be the beginning of a quiet journey. Then the clouds start to gather, and whitecaps form- The boat rocks, it heaves! The ocean its self seems to be rejecting the craft right out of the water, causing a turmoil vicious enough to rouse even the heaviest sleeper. Hazrin would be daring enough to brave the slicing wind and rocking deck of the ship, that light shines into his eyes and illuminates the sails. All eyes are turned West, Back to the source of the Light- Back to their home of Kavdek, Back to the sudden and unnatural bright beam piercing the sky. Such a thing certainly wasn't there when they left... It was as if the sun had shrunk into a pillar and touched down unto the island! Outshining both the moon and stars in the night sky, the sight was almost was pretty to behold as the sunset. For a few moments, there was a pause- a calm.

And then everything went to hell.

Hazrin would awaken upon some wooden sort of platform gently cresting over waves, bruised and groggy but somehow still in one piece. He somehow managed to end up without any series injuries, and seems to be floating through the ocean- Although it is hard to tell through this thick fog layered over everything. Bodies of other Nakam float nearby... Some he might recognize from the ship he had been on. But they don't appear to be as alert as he is, or looking around as he is. In fact, they don't appear to even be breathing. Another carcass of a boat drifts past... and then the roof of someones home... and then a copse of uprooted trees..
He doesn't know how he survived, but on the misty horizon it seems he has drifted closer to where Kavdek was. Was.
The lands doesn't look whole anymore. Indeed, it seems as if some sort of beast had let its wrath loose over what was once the Grand City of Verbali. Cragged, broken wasteland more underwater then above slowly fades in and out of view. Hazrin would hazily realize that he is drifting Southwards. On an.. unnatural current.

Peering through the mist, it becomes quickly apparent there is nowhere to go but this makeshift 'raft' he ended up stranded upon. In fact, upon closer inspection, it seems to be the hull of the ship he had been traveling upon. Broken from its being.
The fog grows thicker. Despite his best attempts to stay awake, nothing could stop this allure of unnatural sleep foisted upon the Nakat...

He faintly remembers awakening from time to time, always in this haze. Seeing shadows and shapes in the mist. Seeing more of what was once the Nakam population of Kavdek... floating in the waters, forever circling towards those Southern Mountains- For the local current no longer seems to obey the word of the moon! Hazrin would cry out, but the only response is always his own empty voice. Days and nights blend, obscured by that damned fog. As he grows closer and closer to starvation- (Only starvation, for the water about him is mysteriously fresh. Seeing that he is one of the only survivors, he must have been one of the few to stomach the corpse-ridden drink)- he would begin to see different types of ships enter the wreckage. Some food may be pilfered, but survival looks dim... Especially given that these ships look to be Trade Vessels of other continents. Occasionally their crew, a fallen Human or Caparii sailor, adds to the eerie watery graveyard. As if they came to see what happened. As if they never made it out...

In his last moments, there is a saving grace. A single vessel somehow makes it through, manned by Furless and a few Nakam- splitting through the unending mist like a beacon of hope.​

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Thiil:
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The smell of rain lingers in the air as the morning light touches the small hill village. Hazrin would step out and feel the nice cool wind breeze his hair and swish it about to a messy do. He steps down the hillside- tail swishing around and glances across the glimmering river to the boat side. He settles to crouch down and sit- leaning upon his back to stare up at the sky. The clouds would be mixed from white to grey.. to dark grey. A forewarning of more rain to come. He sighs- wishing for whiteness of snow.. a lingering hope that may never come upon these lands. The sounds of steps could be heard behind him. His ears would perk up and he'd lift his head to hear Vhaejeek cursing to the Ancestors and the sound of pots being banged around. He would smile softly and lift his head more as an orange and pinkish blur catches his eye. Er'een could be seen across the river- stepping out from beside a tree and heading down the path- perhaps to speak to more furless. He sighs and lays his head back against the grass to stare up at the sky. Eyes would flicker to close.. and his mind wanders into the realms of dreams.. and nightmares.

~The echo of waves crashing and the stench of bodies salted and torn reaches him. A sudden flash of light- and he sees the faces of his younger brothers looking to the skies and screaming in fear.~
He jolts awake and sits up- his eyes widening. A shaky breath escapes as a lingering sentences repeats itself. "<Why did you leave us?>" He covers his mouth and muffles the sounds of his cries.

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[more to come.]

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He sat upon the table- the fresh baked potatoes wrapped neatly in a satchel beside his seat. He clutches the quill tightly- letting the ink flow about the yellow parchment. He writes in Ludkava, a farewell to Thiil and the Nakats he had once wished to protect.

"<I've had enough. If Er'een doesn't care- I won't care. If Vhae doesn't learn- I won't teach. Everyone's leaving me- so it's time I left, too. I'll visit Vukrell someday. ...and maybe if you all grow up- I'll come visit you, too. -Hazrin>"

He finishes writing and lets the ink dry- leaving the parchment on the table. He picks up the satchel of potatoes and stands up, pulling his traveling cloak around him tighter. Stepping out of the Convention Center and moving down the pathway- he whispers a silent goodbye to those here who have shown him kindness... and prays to the Ancestors to those who didn't.

He steps upon the boat- mentally marking the town he wished to go.. and makes his way for a journey.​

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Stormhold:
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The cold freezing air causes him to breath out a puff of cloud in front of his mouth. He grins as his eyes scan before him- the color of pure white touches the horizon. He tugs the blue scarf to cover his nose, his eyes glistening against the high sun. ... And then he steps forward- the snow crunching beneath his weight...

The Inn loomed before him, but he knew not what it held inside. His attention was on the closed markets that still faintly smelled of cooked meat and sweets. He grinned widely as he trudged across the snow. Minding his own business until a flicker of blond light shuffled past him- and his ears would perk up as a furless man moved into a building- nodding to him lightly. Noticing he was a stranger- the man gestured into the large building. "This is an Inn- The doors are open after all." He would tilt his head to him- picking up the words "Inn and open." After a long travel- he patted the small pouch Zerin gave him and followed after.

It was as large inside as it was on the outside- fairly medium actually. He would set himself onto a chair- ordering a good honey mead and settling to drink in small conversations. His Tra'de gave him little trouble as he pestered the Inn Keeper about the location he traveled- and he grinned with each new word learned. "Northern", "Nordic", - and so on. Time passed and he soon found himself upon his Inn bed- wondering what the others were up to.

And missing them dearly.

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Snow fell evermore upon this day. He requested the Inn keeper or better known as the Candlemaker, Argan, to show him around the town. He complied- and they soon made their ways across the snow. His eyes would still be in awe at the wondrous snow, feeling much at home and enjoying every second. He learned a few more words that day. "Keep." "Castle." And that there was a young female furless who ruled the North- much to his disbelief.. as he never saw her. He scoffed it off as false- just as he did the story of an armored giant that lived in the "Castles" of Vera Vigi.. as Vhae did when Vukrell told the strange story.

They soon made their way passed the Blacksmiths, the stalls, the houses- and there he learned that two other Nakats lived in Stormhold. Much to his dissatisfaction- he saw neither of them- nor could Argan tell him where they went.

He stayed in Stormhold longer than he planned, wondering when the Nakats would show up.
To his dismay- none did.. and he soon scribbled a letter back at the Inn for Vhae and Er'een- telling them he was still away. As he sent the letter and wrote a small one for the Innkeeper- he soon packed up and headed for the boats.. back to the Crossroads to see where his new journey would take him.

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HellRidge:
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The warmth of the land gave him a bit of an irritation, though he was mildly happy so far due to finally visiting Stormhold. The boat docked near by and his eyes widened as he stepped off upon the warm planks- his bootless 'paws' touching lightly as he glances up to the strange statues. Carved in stone: they had wings, horns, and tails- beasts he had only read of in the books back in Verbali. He shivered a bit in amazement and fear- wondering if he should turn back now. It was dangerous..

He stepped down the planks- heading for the gateway after peering at the iron barred houses outside. "Turn Back", "Turn Back", the wind whispered silently to him with each step he took. But the emptiness of the place gave him hope that he could freely look around without a worry in sight. The open gates loomed above him as he stepped through- and soon found himself in an empty Inn. The pattering of warm rain stormed outside and he stayed put right near the door after wandering inside the empty rooms.

Time swept past, and not a soul was in sight.

He wandered some more.. statues loomed over him- and a grand castle. The large halls were filled with echoes of the wind and the silence heavily lay upon the stone floor. He moved farther and father inwards and upwards- and back out again. The stay was short, but frightened him still. ..And he feared there was someone watching his every move. He swiftly clutched his belongings and shuffled for the gates, his tail swishing.

...Outside the gates, he met a few stragglers- and they guided him to another city to find work. He stepped upon the boat, not giving the frightening ..silent place another glance.

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Azerport:

The smell of the salty sea filled the air and bells rang as the boat settled to dock against the stone city. Hazrin stepped carefully out, patting his small pouch of emeralds carefully. Boat after boat lined up around the small bay river around him. He had a purpose to travelling here, this time. Work.
And he knew the only way to work was through his limited knowledge.
Fishing.

After maneuvering his way this part and that part, he found the one in charge- a strange young furless who agreed to let him fish and sell fish upon the town. Hazrin admits to himself that this is a big step- for earning money will give him a chance to pay back Zerin and help the others travel, as well. A big green creature- lent him a fishing rod- and he was grateful but wary. Big creatures tend to eat little creatures... And he stayed far away from this one.

But thanks to the new rod- he would spend days after days fishing enough to set up his buckets right outside the Inn he resided in. And sold the fresh fish for a few chances in coin.
He would happily let the noise of emeralds clink into his pouch and turn back to selling more.

A mundane task.
But a necessary task.


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[Solus]

Other People's Art:
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@ForestRose *Finally adds art* D'awww cute ;o;





@Omikuji Finally adding the art long overdue- Hazrin in view of other's is wonderful!

 

[IceandFire]

WAIT

 

[Solus]

Yep- I was here all along. *evil laugh*

 

[Solus]

+Updates to current happenings - background and such- and relations.

 

[Michcat]

huehueehuehuehue-

 

[Solus]

Wooo- +Updates! Family summations and new goals!

nevermind

 

[TheDeester]

..Whoop!

 

[Solus]

+Updates.

The cold freezing air causes him to breath out a puff of cloud in front of his mouth. He grins as his eyes scan before him- the color of pure white touches the horizon. He tugs the blue scarf to cover his nose, his eyes glistening against the high sun. ... And then he steps forward- the snow crunching beneath his weight... ~

 

[bettemus99]

*Cracks knuckles*
To Avalon we go!

 

[Solus]

+Updates upon Stormhold entry. Time to travel once more. @bettemus99

Edit:

A note would sit upon the counter of the Stormhold Inn. "Thank stay. Must go. -Hazrin."

xxx

"Where good place Travel?"

The table loomed between them, his pack sat neatly on his lap. The smiling Elf across from him thoughtfully sat there- responding slowly to Hazrin's question. The Crossroads was fairly quiet at the time, and he munched on a loaf of bread as he waited for a response. ...

"HellRidge." Ooberon [ @CthulhuPeople ] said.

"HellRidge?" He tilted his head, confused at the words, not understanding the meaning, and not thinking to ask of it.

"It has a library.. and only one lives there, or so I hear." The Elf smiles. "It's warm- but not many people go there."

.. He sat there for a moment, thinking. {<Verba: Two out of three isn't so bad.>}

"Will go Hellridge." He nods once.

"Ah- well~ Be careful then~!"

He would nod appreciatively to the Elf, smiling and grinning as he picks his pack up, slinging it over his shoulder and exiting out the Inn gates. Only stopping briefly to pat his small pouch of coins.. reminding himself to pay Zerin back.

 

[Solus]

+Updates HellRidge entry- few tweaks on profile. Not much. Need pictures someday..

xxx

The wafts of salted fish spreads across the fishing shack, luring in the hungry, rich furless.

 

[Tybalt]

Teebalt... Big Green.... @Kyle1322

 

[Sankera]

Teebalt... Big Green.... @Kyle1322

Teebalt
Teabalt
Teaball
Teabalg
Teabag
Tea



coffee

 

[Deathmoron]

Day 6: Vukrell still hasn't gotten the letter from his only male nakat friend.

 

[Solus]

;-; hasdkf- 2poor4letters. - No excuses. Bah-

 

[Solus]

Contact from Hazrin seems to have dissapeared all of a sudden. Letters have dwindled. Or have not been seen.

(Le drama to explain absense. Mwha.)
@ForestRose @TurtlePrada @Deathmoron @IceandFire

 

[Deathmoron]

Contact from Hazrin seems to have dissapeared all of a sudden. Letters have dwindled. Or have not been seen.

(Le drama to explain absense. Mwha.)
@ForestRose @TurtlePrada @Deathmoron @IceandFire

NUUUUU, WHY YOU DO THIS?!

 

[Solus]

Uh- Going to update this a bit. I resisted doing in-Depths with Ashna as that would be painfully long- but I can do small Hazrin in-depths!