Prepare for the Best
05-16-2024, 05:34 PM
After he finished making the salves Oleander hauls the polar bear skin he had helped take down with Basilisk and Ignita toward the smokers. He had a plan to tan it and use it as part of his armor for the coming raid he had heard whispers about from the last meeting. He hadn't made it to the last meeting because he was fighting the last bout of his childhood sickness. He swore he would shake that curse from then on.
He knew he wasn't as practiced as his brother or the other fighters, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to try to prove himself and help in the next raid.
He brought the polar bear's head with him as well. He had a plan to make the top half of it into a formidable helmet. He commandeered one of the smokers and wrapped the stripped hide into a funnel with the fur outward. He stoked the embers below. Soon he would start on stripping the head.
"Speech"
He knew he wasn't as practiced as his brother or the other fighters, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to try to prove himself and help in the next raid.
He brought the polar bear's head with him as well. He had a plan to make the top half of it into a formidable helmet. He commandeered one of the smokers and wrapped the stripped hide into a funnel with the fur outward. He stoked the embers below. Soon he would start on stripping the head.
Wylan
Heir Apparent
Master Fighter (300)
Master Intellectual (250)
Marauder
Bard
age
1 Year
1 Year
gender
Male
Male
gems
58
58
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
05-16-2024, 05:55 PM
Wylan was practising his stances on the beach when he saw Ollie heading down the sand with his paws full of polar bear. Immediately interested, he stopped what he was doing. He hopped over the rope that marked the training ring, and trotted after his brother. The dark sand was cold beneath his paws. There just wasn’t enough sunlight to heat it at the moment.
His larger stride helped him to catch the white wolf quickly, but even so he arrived just as Ollie was pulling to a stop at the smoker. “Ollie, Ollie! Is that a polar bear? What happened?” He asked, excitement lighting up his eyes
"Speech"
His larger stride helped him to catch the white wolf quickly, but even so he arrived just as Ollie was pulling to a stop at the smoker. “Ollie, Ollie! Is that a polar bear? What happened?” He asked, excitement lighting up his eyes
05-16-2024, 10:37 PM
The white wolf smirked as his brother trotted over asking him questions. The boy couldn't help but shove his nose black in the air and wiggle his whole body as he wagged with pride.
"You bet! It was hard to take down!" He didn't want to relay the exact circumstances of how he came to the rescue of Basilisk and Iggy, it might hurt the Warlord's image if word got around that he was knocked out cold for most of the fight, saved by his tiny slave and sickly cousin. However, Ollie wasn't as sickly now.
"I'm going to make its fur my cape and its head my helmet!" He grinned proudly holding up the eviscerated head of the bear. He grabbed one of its stiff ears with his teeth and pulled the skin hard enough to release it from the skull. Then went to work scraping the meat from the skull.
"Here! You want the fur from the head?" He asked, holding it out to Wylan.
Wylan
Heir Apparent
Master Fighter (300)
Master Intellectual (250)
Marauder
Bard
age
1 Year
1 Year
gender
Male
Male
gems
58
58
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
05-16-2024, 10:41 PM
Wylan could see the pride that lit up Ollie with a glow, and he shared in it. Excited for his brother and his achievements. “I bet! Polar bears are huge” he agreed with enthusiasm. He had tussled with one once, but they had scared it off instead of bringing it down.
“Sure” Wylan agreed, taking the fur as it was offered. “Could use it to line a pillow or something” that would be incredibly soft. Maybe he could gift it to someone, Iggy perhaps. Or maybe Marina, the little slave might appreciate the comfort. He pulled lightly at the fur as he considered. “So, do you want any help with the cape or helmet?”
"Speech"
“Sure” Wylan agreed, taking the fur as it was offered. “Could use it to line a pillow or something” that would be incredibly soft. Maybe he could gift it to someone, Iggy perhaps. Or maybe Marina, the little slave might appreciate the comfort. He pulled lightly at the fur as he considered. “So, do you want any help with the cape or helmet?”
05-17-2024, 01:09 AM
He nodded as Wylan remarked that he could use it line a pillow as he worked on stripping the skull.
He flicked an ear when Wylan asked if he could help with his armor and turned to him surprised. Why didn't he think of letting his brother help?
"Of course! I'm such a dunce, here! You strip this some more, I'll work on tanning the cape and topping up the solution. I needed a bunch of ash from the smokers." He said, offering Wylan the skull to continue stripping. And grabbed a large barrel that was typically used for tanning hides. He scooped a bunch of ash into it and then grabbed one of the buckets to get some of the salty sea water to add to the tanning solution.
"How vig d'you fink we should ma-e the cayfe?" (how big do you think we should make the cape) He asked through his teeth as he hauled the bucket of seawater to the tanning barrel.
Wylan
Heir Apparent
Master Fighter (300)
Master Intellectual (250)
Marauder
Bard
age
1 Year
1 Year
gender
Male
Male
gems
58
58
player
Seadragoness
Seadragoness
05-20-2024, 03:52 PM
Wylan happily grabbed the skull. His tail picked up behind him to display his pleasure as he began to strip and clean it as asked. He poked a paw through the eye sockets and wiggled it at Ollie. But for the most part, he kept his mind on the job. “Big enough to give some protection to your neck and shoulders at least” He suggested thoughtfully, looking up from his work to eye Ollie thoughtfully.
This would be used in battle, after all. Best to put it where it could do the most good. He let his eyes fall back to the skull some more as he continued carefully stripping away any flesh.
"Speech"
This would be used in battle, after all. Best to put it where it could do the most good. He let his eyes fall back to the skull some more as he continued carefully stripping away any flesh.
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