Perun
Warrior
Words of praise will never perish, nor a noble name.
Posts: 141
Profession: Donnie's Muscle
Affiliation: LCO
Guild: What is Guild?
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Perun on Apr 11, 2015 14:30:30 GMT -6
OoC: Takes place before the return to town in I'm in it for the money!
Perun and Donovan stalked away from the church temple in silence for a moment. It was a grisly thing that they had just done, and Perun didn't want to think for Donovan, but he did not feel good about what they had enacted. The man was a monster, and needed to be put down, but he was no warrior the way Perun saw one, he was more of a civilian. Being capable of inflicting pain did not make one a warrior. It was like killing a rabid dog. He looked down at the other littler man. He wasn't much littler than Perun actually, only a few inches shorter. He was however, much thinner than the great orange giant, and much younger.
Perun scratched the crown of his head. The spot had been bothering him all day, and he had half a mind to take out a knife and scrape it across his scalp. It could be dangerous, but he was rather annoyed. He looked down at Donovan again, "Duno-ven Perun is being wondering, what are some insults in world out here? Perun is talking to people and sometimes they say things that Perun is not knowing what they mean, and Perun is wanting to know if peoples mock him. It would not be good if peoples mocked Perun and he did not know, then Perun could not crush them and make them learn not to be insulting other peoples."
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Post by Donovan on Apr 11, 2015 16:33:04 GMT -6
Donovan was glad that the gruesome deed was done, but he was a little disturbed by the whole experience. That a living person could be so twisted and cruel. Even though they knew that the man needed to be killed, it still felt… different. Wrong.
Perun’s question snapped the mercenary out of his silence. “Huh? Oh, well, anything can be an insult in the right hands. Although I guess a lot of people insult others for being different from them. But that’s always just a bunch of petty people who’ve never left their tiny, little town.” Donovan looked down at his blood stained pant leg. He’d need to buy a new pair when they got back to town. “I grew up in a performance troupe… My mother was supposed to be a cleric, but she left the clergy after my dad’s troupe went through and became a dancer. Anyway, I grew up on the road, there was only one other kid in the troupe and he was 10 years older than me. Sometimes when we’d perform in those small towns, I’d run off and play with the town’s kids. And they were just… the worst.” Donovan laughed at the memory, letting it release some of the tension from the day’s harrowing events. “I used to get so mad at them. They’d call me all sorts of names, accuse me of being a thief and a kidnapper, one group of kids even started throwing rocks at me… Some small towns hated troupers. Thought we’d distract them with our plays and our music and then steal all their valuables and children.”
Donovan couldn’t remember the last time he told his actual story to someone. It must have been since before he left his mother’s inn.
“Well, my father took me aside and told me the truth of things. People hate anyone extraordinary. When you’re a traveller or a a foreigner or a little bigger than anyone’s ever seen, they tend to get scared and lash out in the only way they can. You just gotta let it roll off your back. It’s like your village and the boat. Your town isn’t the only one where people will never see the world.”
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Perun
Warrior
Words of praise will never perish, nor a noble name.
Posts: 141
Profession: Donnie's Muscle
Affiliation: LCO
Guild: What is Guild?
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Perun on Apr 12, 2015 14:04:40 GMT -6
Perun listened as his friend discussed his past life, living with a traveling group and being insulted by the children of the towns his family performed in. "Well, how meny of these childrens became men like Duno-ven? None Perun would be guessing." He slapped the thinner man on the back and smiled warmly at him. Perun ran his thick fingers through his thicker beard while Donovan detailed his father's advice to him. Perun smiled again, "Duno-ven's father is smart man. Perun is noticing more and more peoples are being afraid of him for his size. Perun does not be thinking this is because they are jealous, but because they are knowing what Perun would be able to do if he wanted to. Now Perun is reconsider."
The orange giant viciously scratched the crown of his head. It was getting ridiculous, he might have to go and get a doctor to cut his hair, just so he'd have a better route to itch the damn thing. He hated the thought of losing his mane, but if it had to happen, it could, and he could honestly consider it a viable alternative to dealing with this damn itching. Perun raised his eyebrow to his friend, "If you were in group of performers Duno-ven, what did you do? Were you a dancer like your mother? Or some other thing? Perun could be seeing Duno-ven being a juggler. Juggler's have to be quick with hands." Perun didn't know many other types of performers than a dancer, singer, or juggler. For all he knew, the mercenary had a great voice.
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Post by Donovan on Apr 12, 2015 16:31:58 GMT -6
“Dad was something else…” Donovan looked up as his friend scratched ferociously at the top of his head. “He was a musician. Played the harp better than any man that had ever lived. When he and my mother sung together, a war would stop just to hear their harmony. I never got their musical talent, but I always had a knack for lying and showmanship, so I became the child star of the troupe. Before we disbanded I think I performed in something like 200 plays.” The mercenary looked up at his friend and smiled, “I've always said, a sword in your hand is worth half as much as a good lie on your tongue. That’s why I insisted on luring that… monk — out the way we did. After acting for so long, I'd better be able to convince a man I’m dying.” The mercenary touched his arm where he’d been hit. He’d never been struck with magic before today, and he didn’t particularly want it to happen again. The two walked a ways in silence, they were both tired and sporting fresh wounds. Donovan cracked his neck.
“There was a juggler in our troupe named Peter. I watched him toss lit torches and knives, without ever dropping them or burning himself or anything…” The young actor grew solemn for a moment. Peter was one of the troupers killed with his father, he was a good man. “What about you, Perun? What’s your story? Is there a Giantess in your life?” Donovan perked up quickly. He liked Perun, but the mercenary hated talking about the day his father died, and if they kept talking about Peter, that was bound to happen.
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Perun
Warrior
Words of praise will never perish, nor a noble name.
Posts: 141
Profession: Donnie's Muscle
Affiliation: LCO
Guild: What is Guild?
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Perun on Apr 14, 2015 21:02:43 GMT -6
Perun smiled as the man discussed his father. He clearly had a great affection for the man. Then, his friend explained the juggler he had grown up with. The man had juggled fire! That must have been incredibly dangerous. "This man Peter, he must have been greatly brave man, yes?" Perun adjusted the priest where he carried him on his shoulder, so that he did not stick a limp elbow into the Orange Giant's back. Perun then clenched his jaw, there was no giantess in his life.
"No giantesses no. Perun did love one woman, but she was very small. Shorter than most peoples we are seeng in town before leaving yes? She was very strong, like Perun is being strong. She was girl in other village, and Perun would sneak away and see her. One day she tell Perun that she is going to have a child, and Perun is happy. He plens to steal her before she tells enyone so she is not being seen poorly by her tribe." He noted a look on Donovan's face that could have been confusion.
"Stealing is when a group of men go into village and take girl from family at night. In old days, women would not know men, but most of time now, it is agreed on by man who is stealing and woman who is stolen. She does not be telling her tribe, because then they may let her leave, and if that is case, man is not tested before becoming husband." Perun was getting to the sad part of his story now.
"Perun is loving girl named Mokosh, with pretty hair of fire. She is of clan that Perun fights with own clan, and because of this, one day, her house is burned. Perun loses the woman who he is loving, and does not care for feeling of loss. So he goes out, and wins bettles for clan. Though, now that Perun is thinking, fighting her brothers and cousins was not the best way to be mourning."
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Post by Donovan on Apr 15, 2015 12:47:29 GMT -6
“Yeah, Peter was very brave… But bravery isn’t always a good thing to have.”
Donovan grinned as his friend described his tiny love. Wasn’t that always the case, opposites attract. When the giant mentions stealing her, Donovan gave him a quizzical look, but the Giant’s explanation made perfect sense. In a way, the mercenary’s father had stolen his wife, with his voice and charm.
Donovan was saddened to hear that the woman had passed, but he had assumed that was the case. Not many men with lovers back home have taken to the road.
“You probably made the right decision. Staying in one place after a loss like that can make things harder.” The mercenary stopped in his tracks.”Perun, you said Mokosh had been pregnant. Did the…” Donovan trailed off as he saw the Giant’s grim expression. “Right…”
The two began to walk again in deeper silence than Donovan thought possible. He could normally take the silence, but Perun had been so cheerful the entire day, that the lack of conversation was killing him.
“You know, Perun, I’ve been thinking of getting a pet. Something that could travel with me, wouldn’t try to get into any fights and put itself in danger. I’ve always liked foxes more than anything, but they’re not exactly something you can pick up at some breeder’s shop.”
The mercenary hoped that a change in conversation would lift his friend’s spirits. If Donovan was lucky, than the Giant would be an animal lover as well.
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Perun
Warrior
Words of praise will never perish, nor a noble name.
Posts: 141
Profession: Donnie's Muscle
Affiliation: LCO
Guild: What is Guild?
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Perun on May 2, 2015 10:35:56 GMT -6
Perun attempted to wipe a tear out of the corner of his eye without showing Donovan. He squinted the eye that was closer to Donovan, so that it didn't produce tears thick enough to be seen by the man, but his other eye produced rolling balls of the salty liquid, that streaked down his cheek, over his large nose and fell into his beard. He let out a thick breath from his nose. He had not thought of Mokosh for a long time. It was painful to have her face brought back into the canvas of his mind. She had been a very pretty young woman, but Perun had been enamored mainly by sitting and listening to her talk. She had loved to speak of what could have been outside the mountains, but her parents and clan had always told her that she must stay inside. She told Perun that she believed there must be great things outside, that the spring they saw for only a few weeks in their valley could be forever on the outside. She always liked to consider the myth of the ocean. She had wanted to ride on the crashing waves for so long, and instead it was Perun who had been the one to take to a ship.
The orange giant forced a smile when the younger man brought up getting an animal. Perun nodded, "Yes, foxes are being clever, there is tale in home village of a man who spent a night in a foxes den and became smart enough to outthink Moshte. Moshte is trickster you see, and said to be cleverest of gods." Perun realized that speaking of things in his culture probably didn't translate well. "Maybe we can make a way to get child fox? Perun is not knowing very much of way to take care of child fox, but would be willing to try and keep one alive."
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Post by Donovan on May 2, 2015 15:12:18 GMT -6
Donovan could hear the giant breathing a little heavier, though he could tell it was not from the exertion of caring the acolyte’s body. Perun didn’t seem to be crying, however, Donovan knew in many cultures men crying is a sign of weakness. He wondered if this was true for the mountain clans.
Perun brought up his people’s myths and gods, which the mercenary found fascinating. “I’d love to hear more about your gods, sometime. I never counted myself as much of a writer, but I loved reading, and all of my favorite plays growing up were about the gods. Maybe we could write a play about your gods one day! It could be a fresh new adventure in an all too stagnant world.”
Catching a kit, huh? Donovan had never thought about trying something like that before. “You know, my friend, I’m not sure if I could do that. I wouldn’t want to take the young fox away from its mother, you know? But maybe we’ll find one, abandoned and looking for someone to keep it safe from all the monsters and the madness it would face in the world. We couldn’t very well just allow the baby fox to die.” He grinned at the Giant. “We’d be heroes.”
As unlikely as all that was to happen, the mercenary wished it would. The road can be a harsh place, something innocent and sweet can make the time go by much sweeter.
“If it happens than it happens. We cannot change the tide, only decide which way we’ll try to swim. Do you believe in destiny, Perun?” He wasn’t sure if his friend knew that word. “Ah, fate?”
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Perun
Warrior
Words of praise will never perish, nor a noble name.
Posts: 141
Profession: Donnie's Muscle
Affiliation: LCO
Guild: What is Guild?
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Perun on May 5, 2015 14:26:14 GMT -6
Perun gave some thought to creating some sort of art form around his gods. It would be good to show the world his people's way most certainly. Though, he doubted any of his gods would like it very much. To have a mortal walking about saying, 'I am Shakosh' might anger the fierce deity. However, with some consideration, Perun decided that most of these people would not ever hold belief in his gods, and you could not be punished by a god you did not believe in. Perun listened again as his friend detailed the possibility of them finding a fox. "Perun would not be finding it hard to believe that this has happened before. Nature is often hard for things which are small." For a moment, the thought of nature's wrath against the small brought to his mind the image of the hare he had shot, but it was quickly brushed aside by the thought of his wife's small frame, caught inside her house, surrounded by the tongue of nature's fire.
Then Donovan brought up destiny. "Perun is not believing in fate. There are no strings being pulled that would make Perun be doing anything. Perun is man who makes own choices. Where Perun's axe is falling, it is Perun decide. Where Perun's feet are to be walking, Perun is one who lift legs. The gods do not decide what peoples are doing. They do not decide what peoples are being. There is nothing that makes things happen outside of peoples hands. If there was, it would have many things to explain to Perun."
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Post by Donovan on May 8, 2015 15:52:01 GMT -6
Donovan considered what Perun said. “I agree with most of that, Perun, the gods do not have a say in what we do, in where we go or what we choose. But I can’t help but still believe in fate. That some things are destined to happen, and are outside of our control, no matter what we choose.” The mercenary wasn’t sure how to express his beliefs exactly. He didn’t really understand exactly what he believed, in fact, growing up, he’d always felt more inclined to see the world in a similar way to Perun. But that was before he’d really experienced life. He had always known about magic, but now he knew how much it could accomplish. He knew that there were monsters and undead wandering the world. The idea that there is something out there guiding you toward some destined path becomes much more believable when you know how strange the world can be.
“You know where I’ve always wanted to go? Sacae.” He smiled at the thought. “I’ve always felt that there was something pulling me there. I’m not sure if it’s fate, or destiny, or just me knowing that the most beautiful women always seem to come from there, but that’s where I want to go next. Sacae is supposed to have some of the greatest sword masters in the world, too. Maybe I can find one to teach me. Help me master the sword. Have you ever been, Perune?” Donovan looked up quizzically at his giant friend.
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Perun
Warrior
Words of praise will never perish, nor a noble name.
Posts: 141
Profession: Donnie's Muscle
Affiliation: LCO
Guild: What is Guild?
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Perun on May 26, 2015 20:05:35 GMT -6
Perun was done talking about fate, so he was glad when his friend changed the subject. "Perun has never been going to Sacae, no. He has heard a few things about it, that it is like ocean, but greener than ocean is. A lot of people will say ocean is blue Duno-ven, but it is much more gray than blue. People have told Perun that Sacae is like ocean but where ocean is gray the sea of Sacae is green. So many pieces of grass that when the wind brushes it aside it is green ocean. Have you ever seen ocean Duno-ven? It is a beautiful thing for being so gray." Perun had liked the ocean, but he hadn't liked being on it. He liked having something under his feet. Something real.
Perun shrugged, Perun has not seen any Sacaen women, but if they are beautiful that is good enough reason to be going, yes? Beautiful as ocean is, it is not better than looking into a woman's eyes." He scratched at the top of his head, and drummed his fingers on his axe again. Slowly, he had to keep one hand holding the acolyte of course. The orange giant spoke again, "Perun has not heard this about Sacae men with swords, but he is sure they would see Duno-ven fight and be glad to make him even better. You fight well Duno-ven, like a man with many scars." Perun scratched his chin, weaving his fingers between his thick beard to get at his skin. "Maybe Perun should be seeing how good he is against man with swords from Sacae, good to see how he is, yes?"
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Post by Donovan on May 27, 2015 0:47:42 GMT -6
Donovan had seen the ocean many times in his youth. Though he had never had the opportunity to travel very far by it. He’d always been so curious about the pirate isles, and the adventures they must have, when he was a boy. But after his father’s death, he knew that pirates were nothing more than murderers and thieves.
“I know the sea, though, I only know her face, I’ve never actually taken a ship anywhere decent before, though. Green is my favorite color, though. I suppose the green seas of Sacae might be more to my liking than the grey seas that we all know so well.” He smiled wistfully at the thought of Sacae. He only hoped for an overcast while they were there. Donovan’s skin was easily burned by a harsh sun.
“I would do anything for a woman with eyes as green as leaf in the sun. Hair red like a hearth fire. Love would be a grand thing to have one day, my friend. But until then, we should probably just find some bit of road that leads us to the next place. My father always used to say, there is always the next town. Always the next job. You may love a woman one night, but the road will always call. Only true love will join you on the road.”
Donovan looked up curiously at Perun’s statement. “What did you mean? Man of many scars?” The mercenary pulled self consciously at his shirt, making sure the long gash he gained in Ilia wasn’t showing.
“I’m sure that would be one brutal fight to watch my friend, your power looks rather overwhelming, if you ask me.”
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Perun
Warrior
Words of praise will never perish, nor a noble name.
Posts: 141
Profession: Donnie's Muscle
Affiliation: LCO
Guild: What is Guild?
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Perun on May 30, 2015 17:20:17 GMT -6
Perun considered what his favorite color might be for a moment, not really sure what his selection should be. He had always liked orange things, his hair was orange, he had had several toys that had orange parts to them, but the color had never really been anything that he would want the whole world to be. Green was nice, but still, there weren't many things that he liked that happened to be green. Blue was nice, but he couldn't really call it a favorite. Then it dawned on him, "Perun has always been liking women with Brown eyes. Other eyes are being good too, but brown is Perun's fevorite color." Then Donovan explained a few of his thoughts on eyes and hair.
Perun rubbed his chin through his beard once more. "Women are pretty with all sorts of hair and eyes, that is what Perun thinks. Brown eyes are his favortie, but there are some women with brown eyes who are look like Perun. If Perun had to be picking favorite hair color? He would say blue then. Blue is looking very pretty when it curls down a woman's head. You are very good at making words sound pretty Duno-ven. Women like to have pretty words said to them, in Perun's language back home, Perun is very good at saying things that make women happy." Perun smiled as he remembered some of the phrases he'd used to make Mokosh and other girls smile. "Besides, Duno-ven, you are very hendsome young men. Women will fall in love with Duno-ven easily." Perun smiled at his thinner friend.
Perun struggled for a moment to find the words to describe his compliment. "You are looking young Duno-ven. You do not have marks on body or soul that show you have been through wars or bettles. When you fight, you fight like man who has." The orange giant puffed his chest out a bit at the mention of his power. "Perun is very strong yes, but not so strong that speed does not mean so much in fighting. Perun does think he could be winning sometimes if he fought Sacaen man with swords."
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Post by Donovan on May 30, 2015 20:41:18 GMT -6
“Blue hair and brown eyes. Sounds like a beautiful girl. We should go to the bar later and see if there are any blue haired heroines having a pint or two. If she happens to have a red haired friend with her, all the better!” The mercenary laughed heartily. He wasn’t totally sure how the pair would fair if they attempted to woo the ladies together.
“I should hope that I have a way with words. My father trained me well in the art of the show. I’ve had to read more sonnets than anyone could possibly remember. I always took a liking to plays about love and romance. But I also loved heroic tragedies. There was something so beautiful about watching a hero be built from the ground up, only to fall, fighting against an unbreakable tide. I always wanted to be that hero. I thought that if it was me, I’d figure out a way to stop the great evil. Save the world and the girl and my family. I used to memorize all of those speeches.” The mercenary laughed. “I was pretty naive I suppose.”
When the warrior explained the meaning of his phrase, Donovan could not help but feel honored that the giant thought of him as a skilled warrior. “I wish I could say I don’t have any marks of war. I am quick, my friend, and pretty lucky but I was younger and inexperienced, and got caught up in something bigger than I should have tried to handle.” The mercenary pulled down his shirt a few inches to show the top of his long, gnarly scar.
“If you are worried about how you’d fair against a swordsman, then we should spar sometime. Training is always important to improve!”
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Perun
Warrior
Words of praise will never perish, nor a noble name.
Posts: 141
Profession: Donnie's Muscle
Affiliation: LCO
Guild: What is Guild?
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Perun on May 31, 2015 12:00:26 GMT -6
Perun shrugged and said, "It is being normal Perun is thinking to think you are good enough to fight greatest evil. If no one was believing that they could fight against impossible, then impossible would always be winning. Impossible is sometimes losing, so someone else must be winning." Perun hefted the body on his shoulder, adjusting the killer priest once more. The man wasn't particularly heavy Perun would have to suppose, but the limp body wasn't exactly the most convenient travel package.
The orange giant shook with laughter as Donovan revealed his scar to him. "So you are man with scars! That would be explaining of it." Perun would show Donovan his own scars when he could set the body of the priest down upon their return. He had a few, most of them on his back, but there was one large gash on his outer thigh that was particularly nasty, and had quite the story behind it.
"Now Perun can be telling Duno-ven something his father was always saying, he would always look at Perun and say, 'Perun, young men are always trying to take too much on shoulders when they can't even stand.' Perun is always thinking this meaning that it is okay to make mistakes, is what being young is." Perun smiled happily at his little friend. Perun was not incredibly young anymore, but he would be d****d if he didn't bite off more than anyone could chew.
Perun chuckled again, "Maybe we should Duno-ven, but Perun is thinking that the only way to really know who best fighter is, is to have real fight on bettlefield." Perun scratched the crown of his head once again, violently. He had absolutely no idea how something could itch so much.
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