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Treasure Hunt (RAID)



Artorias

"I will shield you from the darkness"

The Hallows
Lord of Cinder

Master Fighter (937)

Master Navigator (1030)

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age
6 Years
gender
Male
gems
14258
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
1,803
player
Joe

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12-26-2021, 02:34 PM
Artorias had given the drunk pirate a chance to surrender or to flee. The poor soul was either so inebriated that he barely knew where he was, or he was willfully ignoring the Aegis speaking to him. He frowned and furrowed his brow, waving a paw in front of the wolf's bleary eyes. From off to the side, he heard the older wolf call out that she would come back to get the wolf—whose name was also Art, it seemed—if he got captured. He shot a lethal glower towards the old bitch and peeled azure lips back from pearly fangs. If she wanted to die, he'd be happy to welcome her back to take on his pack. Maybe next time they'd maim her, take her apart piece by piece. She seemed pretty frail as it was, it wouldn't be a difficult task. In all honesty, he just hoped the pirates would get the message and stay away.

When the blue and gold wolf still didn't respond, Artorias heaved a sigh. This didn't feel like a good fight, and were he not regarding the wolf as an invader, he'd feel horrible trying to fight someone as intoxicated as his opponent. Climbing down from his perch on his sword, Artorias strode around to the wolf, looking the smaller brute over once more. "All right, c'mon. Nice and easy now. Let's get you somewhere you can sleep this off," he said to the wolf, wondering if he was wasting his breath trying to talk to him. The wolf reeked of alcohol and was clearly blitzed out of his mind. Stepping up towards Art's left side, Artorias went to grasp the other wolf by the scruff with his jaws, using his greater height to attempt to get a hold on the wolf without needing to throw him to the ground or scuffle with him—not that it would be difficult, given how much swaying he was doing like he were on a ship at sea.

Artorias vs Artisan for Force Claim
Round 1/2
Age: 1+ years
Size: Dire wolf
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Damascus steel sword
Defensive Battle Accessory: Reinforced leather cuirass
Companion 1: Common raven, Male - Flying
Companion 2: Silver cross fox - Battle - Boosted
Mutation 1: Stronger teeth and jaws - Offensive
Mutation 2: Thicker fur - Defensive
Skills: Master Fighter & Master Navigator
Specialty: Weaponsmaster

"Artorias" | "Carpathian" | "Corbin" | "Argent"


One big happy family

Artorias has two ravens named Corbin and Eira and a fox named Argent. Assume they are within calling distance at all times.
As his mate, Briar may enter Artorias' threads unless marked Private.
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