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Darkheart has a minion!
Matryoshka the Werekumos
Matryoshka the Werekumos
Darkheart
Legacy Name: Darkheart
The
Darkmatter ArchanOwner: Matryoshka
Age: 11 years, 2 weeks, 4 days
Born: February 27th, 2015
Adopted: 11 years, 2 weeks, 4 days ago
Adopted: February 27th, 2015
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Into the Woods ;; It was getting darker by the minute. The sun was setting at an alarmingly fast rate, and you knew you had to find shelter before it dipped below the horizon. These woods were already rumored to be cursed, and at night the stuff of nightmares was said to appear. Zombies, feral werewolves (worgen in these parts), warlocks - personally, you didn't want to get involved with any of them.
Then the howls started somewhere in the path ahead. Distant at first, but you want a head start before they get any closer. You immediately turn tail and run in the opposite direction.
You run for several minutes before stopping to catch your breath. Thinking you were safe, you look behind you. Your heart sinks when you see the glowing eyes and silhouettes approaching fast. All you can do is flee towards the safety of the nearby town. You run down the path and eventually see the man-made lights. Suddenly, something jumps down from one of the overhanging trees.
A werewolf.
All you can do now is head off the path and deeper into the woods. The trees blend in with the shadows, and you don't get too far before tripping over roots. It felt like it was over when one lunged for you, ready to bite...
They never got a chance to get near you. A savage roar comes from your right, more terrifying than anything you've ever heard. A large creature attacks, lunging toward the pack with sharp claws and gnashing teeth. The fight lasts a couple of minutes before they fled. The creature stood there for a moment, as if contemplating what to do next.
The adrenaline was starting to wear off, and you felt exhausted from the whole endeavor. It turns to you and cautiously comes forward.
"Do you have a place to stay?" he asked. You don't think much of it; you shake your head, just hoping that you could find some shelter for tonight.
He grunts a little before he picks you up and gently situates you over his shoulder. You can't help but cling to him, feeling a small sense of security.
"You don't have to worry now," he said, slowly walking back toward the path. "You're safe."
---
You wake up the next morning in a small, yet cozy, bed. The dim light pouring in from the window is all you can use to navigate toward the mirror in the room. Thankfully you escaped last night with nothing more than a few cuts and bruises.
Last night... that creature? You feel like you're on high alert again, but anything that would've saved you from becoming one of those... things can't be all bad. Still, you tiptoe out of the room and into the hallway.
To the left is a warm glow from a fire, and you catch a strong whiff of burning coal. Inside is a forge, various smithing tools, and a couple of racks filled with finished pieces of armor and a variety of weaponry. The odor is getting to you though, so you move on. The next two doors are locked, then you reach the end of the hallway.
You open the door to the right, and inside is a small kitchen, fitted with a small area for cooking and a table with two sturdy looking chairs. It looks like it was used just recently, so you walk in a step before you hear a cough nearby.
"I see you've finally woken up." A large figure stood between you and the door outside, yet he made no move toward you. "You've just missed breakfast. We can get you something to eat once you get settled into town."
You couldn't believe your eyes. Another worgen saved you, though he's significantly larger than the ones you encountered last night. You both sat there in silence (with an occasional bark in between?) until he speaks up.
"I suppose you're wondering why I saved you last night." You close your mouth, just realizing you were gawking at him. "It's alright, child. As I told you last night, you're safe with me."
He holds up your belongings then offers to let you through the door. You can't help but tentatively scoot past. He points you toward the path then follows as you walk toward the town. You're farther back on the path than you remember, so the journey will take a good portion of the day. He sighs, and looks down to you.
"I know you've been through a lot, but if you're to stay here there are some things you need to know."
Let me tell you my story...
~ ~ ~
- - -
OLD REF WOW
.[ Name: Aifren Darkheart
.[ Age: 31
.[ Gender: Male
.[ Height: 6'1" (human), 7'9" (worgen)
.[ Profession: Blacksmith
.[ Location: Duskwood
.[ Personality: Arrogant, protective
.[ Family: Father (deceased), brothers (unknown)
.[ Children: none
.[ Companion: Matryoshka (Maty)
Aifren is affected by the Worgen curse. The curse originates from ancient elven druids who took on the form of their wolf god, Goldrinn. However, many went mad as they continued to shift, some taking the infamous shape and losing their mind to feral instincts.
Similar to lore today, worgen transfer the curse through their bite. It starts as a sting, though as your body slowly changes you begin to feel ill. Burning sensations and bloodlust slowly creep in as you change into one of these beasts.
There are ways to keep your humanity, however. Gilnean alchemists created potions which gave a temporary block to feral instincts, though the only way known to preserve yourself is through a ritual the elven druids preserved, restoring balance between yourself and the animal within. There is no permanent cure, however, though once balance is restored these worgen are able to freely shift between their human and worgen forms, as well as other forms if they have shown proficiency in ancient druidic magics.
As Gilneans escaped from their doomed city and from approaching armies, one of their leaders branched off and gained a large group of followers and attempted to find these druids in order to save many of his people. Aifren was one of the few lucky enough to find this group and the elves to participate in this ritual.
- - -
IMAGE OF MATY
Ah yes, this one is special. The villagers found her one night and nearly killed her before I intervened. She's a fiesty pup, though she picks up on things quickly. Unfortunately I have to keep her near my home most of the time since the villagers fear that she can still transmit the curse. When she's out and about, she usually stays in the forests near here; none of the other creatures seem to mind her. She ventures out to the farms at times, though I've been told she's good with the other animals and seems to liven up the crops when she's around. These are early signs of druidic potential, so interest in her has risen.
Although it's far too early for her to start her education, a trip to the elven homeland is still in order to see if she can transmit the curse. Until then, everyone keeps a careful eye on her.
Then the howls started somewhere in the path ahead. Distant at first, but you want a head start before they get any closer. You immediately turn tail and run in the opposite direction.
You run for several minutes before stopping to catch your breath. Thinking you were safe, you look behind you. Your heart sinks when you see the glowing eyes and silhouettes approaching fast. All you can do is flee towards the safety of the nearby town. You run down the path and eventually see the man-made lights. Suddenly, something jumps down from one of the overhanging trees.
A werewolf.
All you can do now is head off the path and deeper into the woods. The trees blend in with the shadows, and you don't get too far before tripping over roots. It felt like it was over when one lunged for you, ready to bite...
They never got a chance to get near you. A savage roar comes from your right, more terrifying than anything you've ever heard. A large creature attacks, lunging toward the pack with sharp claws and gnashing teeth. The fight lasts a couple of minutes before they fled. The creature stood there for a moment, as if contemplating what to do next.
The adrenaline was starting to wear off, and you felt exhausted from the whole endeavor. It turns to you and cautiously comes forward.
"Do you have a place to stay?" he asked. You don't think much of it; you shake your head, just hoping that you could find some shelter for tonight.
He grunts a little before he picks you up and gently situates you over his shoulder. You can't help but cling to him, feeling a small sense of security.
"You don't have to worry now," he said, slowly walking back toward the path. "You're safe."
---
You wake up the next morning in a small, yet cozy, bed. The dim light pouring in from the window is all you can use to navigate toward the mirror in the room. Thankfully you escaped last night with nothing more than a few cuts and bruises.
Last night... that creature? You feel like you're on high alert again, but anything that would've saved you from becoming one of those... things can't be all bad. Still, you tiptoe out of the room and into the hallway.
To the left is a warm glow from a fire, and you catch a strong whiff of burning coal. Inside is a forge, various smithing tools, and a couple of racks filled with finished pieces of armor and a variety of weaponry. The odor is getting to you though, so you move on. The next two doors are locked, then you reach the end of the hallway.
You open the door to the right, and inside is a small kitchen, fitted with a small area for cooking and a table with two sturdy looking chairs. It looks like it was used just recently, so you walk in a step before you hear a cough nearby.
"I see you've finally woken up." A large figure stood between you and the door outside, yet he made no move toward you. "You've just missed breakfast. We can get you something to eat once you get settled into town."
You couldn't believe your eyes. Another worgen saved you, though he's significantly larger than the ones you encountered last night. You both sat there in silence (with an occasional bark in between?) until he speaks up.
"I suppose you're wondering why I saved you last night." You close your mouth, just realizing you were gawking at him. "It's alright, child. As I told you last night, you're safe with me."
He holds up your belongings then offers to let you through the door. You can't help but tentatively scoot past. He points you toward the path then follows as you walk toward the town. You're farther back on the path than you remember, so the journey will take a good portion of the day. He sighs, and looks down to you.
"I know you've been through a lot, but if you're to stay here there are some things you need to know."
Let me tell you my story...
~ ~ ~
Chapter 1: The Curse
Chapter 2: Returning to Humanity
Chapter 3: Sanctuary
Chapter 4: Acceptance
Chapter 5: Matryoshka
- - -
OLD REF WOW
.[ Name: Aifren Darkheart
.[ Age: 31
.[ Gender: Male
.[ Height: 6'1" (human), 7'9" (worgen)
.[ Profession: Blacksmith
.[ Location: Duskwood
.[ Personality: Arrogant, protective
.[ Family: Father (deceased), brothers (unknown)
.[ Children: none
.[ Companion: Matryoshka (Maty)
Aifren is affected by the Worgen curse. The curse originates from ancient elven druids who took on the form of their wolf god, Goldrinn. However, many went mad as they continued to shift, some taking the infamous shape and losing their mind to feral instincts.
Similar to lore today, worgen transfer the curse through their bite. It starts as a sting, though as your body slowly changes you begin to feel ill. Burning sensations and bloodlust slowly creep in as you change into one of these beasts.
There are ways to keep your humanity, however. Gilnean alchemists created potions which gave a temporary block to feral instincts, though the only way known to preserve yourself is through a ritual the elven druids preserved, restoring balance between yourself and the animal within. There is no permanent cure, however, though once balance is restored these worgen are able to freely shift between their human and worgen forms, as well as other forms if they have shown proficiency in ancient druidic magics.
As Gilneans escaped from their doomed city and from approaching armies, one of their leaders branched off and gained a large group of followers and attempted to find these druids in order to save many of his people. Aifren was one of the few lucky enough to find this group and the elves to participate in this ritual.
- - -
IMAGE OF MATY
Ah yes, this one is special. The villagers found her one night and nearly killed her before I intervened. She's a fiesty pup, though she picks up on things quickly. Unfortunately I have to keep her near my home most of the time since the villagers fear that she can still transmit the curse. When she's out and about, she usually stays in the forests near here; none of the other creatures seem to mind her. She ventures out to the farms at times, though I've been told she's good with the other animals and seems to liven up the crops when she's around. These are early signs of druidic potential, so interest in her has risen.
Although it's far too early for her to start her education, a trip to the elven homeland is still in order to see if she can transmit the curse. Until then, everyone keeps a careful eye on her.