The Best Kind of Villian
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Torrad smirks and shakes his hand, mentally noting his firm grip and giving the same to him, “Pleasure to meet you, Eyiolfr!” He says, bringing his hand down, palm up. Nolegs obediently goes over to his hand and licks it, “Nolegs is happy to meet you as well. Right girl?” The dog turns around and looks at you.
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Torrad lets out a hearty chuckle as he holds out the hand not holding his axe, “Torrad is my name, I see you met Nolegs by now.” He gestures to the three-legged dog, now happy and wagging her tail.
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Nolegs stops growling as the bow is lowered, then turning around as a tall, blonde man approaches, “Nolegs! There you are girl.” Torrad looks at the man she was threatening, giving a big smile as he rest the axe on his shoulder, “Hello, comrade! I hope she didn’t scare you too much.” He says, nodding at the bow.
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Nolegs wanders out of the bush, still growling. She stays a distance back to intimidate the man, not attack him.
Torrad hears a growl, “Nolegs?” He keeps his axe in hand and wanders off to where she may have gone, “Nolegs?”
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Torrad continues to chop down trees, the dog starting to hobble off in a direction without him seeing it.
Nolegs wanders over to a man, growling a bit from a bush she was in, “Ggggrrrr…”
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Torrad continues his work, a three-legged dog walking up to him and then stiffening, looking away in the direction of the village as he barks, the sound of a tree being taken down. “Hm? Nolegs, settle down girl.” I look in the distance and see nothing, the woods too thick.
“Bah, nothing important I’m sure. Keep watching around Nolegs.” The dog wanders a bit, walking over to the direction and barking a few more times, before going over to piss on a tree. Torrad continues his work…
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Torrad was in the woods at a stump, cutting bigger logs into smaller logs with a big looking axe.
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Age: 28
Name: Torrad Melkolfson
Job: Farmer/Cook
Description: 5’6″, ocean blue eyes, long blonde hair to about his shoulders, build of mostly strength and endurance, lacks dexterity, usually covered in dirt and smells like meat.
Preferred weapon: Two-handed sword or two-handed axe
Alignment: Neutral
Family: Sister Anna Melkolfson (21), Three-Legged Dog Companion No Legs.
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Faye looks up and sees Apollo mirror back, gasping and being choked on a wall, her hands grasping for her neck, “I…I…” She falls to the ground with a thud, gasping for air…She whimpers and goes back to her datapad.
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Faye holds up a hand and shakes her head, smiling a bit as she mouths, ‘None taken.’ She goes to her bag and checks on her items, getting her datapad and typing a few things on it…
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Faye frowns and looks at Jack, her mind wondering if she could cause some internal strife in the remaining Keepers in the process of this… “He’s been captured for a long time, as you know…he’s been dead for…maybe an hour give or take…” She sighs, “He was brainwashed to try and kill us all.” She says, referring to Odysseus, “But Geralt saved us…he shot him down…”
She goes over to Apollo, keeping her form as Faye, “I’m sorry Apollo…I know you knew him well…” She cautiously extends her arms, in case he wanted a shoulder to cry on, or a person to tackle…
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Faye listens to his short speech and nods along with him. She could definitely see a bit of de-jah-vu going on… This was just like what she had dreams about… her dreams of her debates against masses of people… What Ozymandias described was exactly what they described, but she thought they were wrong… No, her vision was like Ozymandias’s, and for that she would follow him throughout this war.
Faye takes a breath and raises another salute, but quickly lowers it as Apollo gets in the room. “A-Apollo!?!” She smiles a bit, “I was wondering where you went, friend!” She smiles at him and winks at O (described as O because she wasn’t sure what form he was n now.) ((OOC: Chapter 3: Civil War?))
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Faye listens to the conversation, her mind slowly trying to make sense of it all. Mizdog wanted Ozymandias dead… Ozymandias and Mizdog both claim that they are the heads of the OGA… If she killed him right now…she would be richer and have her job back with that side of the OGA… but didn’t Ozymandias also say that he was in charge of most OGA soliders? She kept thinking over her options…
Geralt and Ody heard about the excommunication… Mizdog…tried to kill her… after she aided him in the capture of Jack… But what was Ozymandias doing with Jack now? “W-why do we still have Jack with us anyways?” She asks, setting her bag off to the side.
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Faye listens to what he says, her frown and sadness slowly going back into a cheery feeling in her. She didn’t loose her job… She didn’t have to say goodbye, and she wasn’t going to die. She stands a little straighter and looks at Ozymandias, “So, if we defeat Mizdog, will this gain us a better seat on the council, being how he has declared war against all of it?” She asks, now smirking. The day of hope has arrived…
This was when we would defeat gods… “I will gladly help you to the end of this war. My loyalty lies with thee.” She says, now saluting him, her icy gaze now serious and glad. “Oh…I am sure that you have seen this, but it seems that Rose-Katherine and Malice have…demons…so they may be a bit more of an issue to deal with later…”
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Faye looks up at Ozymandias, a confused look on her face, “I’m still loyal to our cause, I wouldn’t stray from it’s path, but…Mizdog…he…excommunicated me…” She looks down again then back up at Ozymandias, “W-What do you need me to do sir?” She takes her bag and shifts through it, glad that she may now have the opportunity to redeem herself.