Thread: Mx F or NB [ 1x1 ] TURN DOWN FOR SMUT?, the Request Thread

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS SET IN BOTH ORIGINAL AND UNORIGINAL SETTINGS BY IMPERIAL DECREE OF HIS MOST GLORIOUS HIGHNESS THIS POST SHALL HENCEFORTH BE REPURPOSED INTO AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER , OR OC , REPOSITORY. ANY AND ALL ORIGINAL CHARACTERS OF OUR GODLORD'S MACHINATION ARE ORDEREDIMMEDIATELYTO ASSEMBLE UPON THIS POST FOR THE PERUSAL OF ANY AND ALL POSSIBLE ROLEPLAY PARTNERS OR THOSE WHO ARE ALREADY ENGAGED IN SUCH ACTIVITIES. Fandoms and their Subsidiaries THIDRALD OF BARREVEINE THE LAST CUB THE WITCHER SERIES KNOWLEDGE DRAWN FROM THE LAST WISH , PARTS OF BLOOD OF ELVES , AND THE WITCHER 3 WILD HUNT WITH EXPANSIONS BLOOD WINE AND HEART OF STONE THIDRALD OF BARREVEINE , KNOWN AS THE LAST CUB , IS THE YOUNGEST AND POSSIBLY THE ONLY SURVIVING WITCHER OF THE URISNE SCHOOL . BECAUSE OF THE URSINE HERBS USED TO INCREASE BONE AND MUSCLE DENSITYBEARING UNUSUAL PROPERTIES, EVEN AMONG WITCHER SCHOOLS THIDRALD TOWERS AMONG NORMAL FOLK BY NEARLY A FULL HEAD. ALONG WITH HIS ASTOUNDING STATURE, HIS EQUIPMENT MAKES HIM THAT MUCH MORE MEMORABLE. THE URSINE WITCHER IS ARMED WITH A STEEL BASELARD AND LARGE ARMING SWORD, A HEAVY CROSSBOW MADE SPECIFICALLY FOR WITCHERS OF HIS SCHOOL, AND AN OLD SILVER DUELGAED DWELGYD GLEDDYV IN THE ELDER TONGUE ONCE USED BY THE SCHOOL OF THE BEAR , ALONE, TO TAKE DOWN FIENDS, MAKES HIM MEMORABLE. THIDRALD PLATES HIMSELF IN ANCIENT, HEAVY DARK STEEL CRAFTED BY DWARVES LONG AGO, OFFERING GREAT PROTECTION THAT ALLOWS HIM TO USE THE MARTIAL TECHNIQUES HIS SCHOOL TAUGHT HIM. STAND TALL , BOY! DO NOT WILT UNDER THE PRESSURE! YOU ARE NEITHER CAT , NOR ARE YOU WOLF . YOU DO NOT STRIKE WITH SPEED AS WOULD A VIPER . YOUR MAGICS ARE NOT WORKS OF ARTISTRY BECAUSE WE HAVE NOT TAUGHT YOU, SO YOU ARE NO GRIFFIN ! YOUR BODY IS A BASTION OF POWER AND ENDURANCE, CUB. YOUR ASSAULT IS UNFORGIVING AND YIELDS TO NO CREATURE ON THIS PLANE. YOU ARE A BEAR , BOY, AND YOU WILL BE ABLE TO KILL THE GREATEST MONSTERS WITH YOUR FISTS ALONE WHEN I'M DONE WITH YOUOR YOU WILL DIE TRYING. INSTRUCTOR STAVEC , DECEASE PORT ESTMYR, KOVIR OCTOBER, 1277 KINGDOM OF KOVIR AND POVISS THE DANCING SEAGULL INN WAS BUSY WITH NEWS OF THE NILFGAARDIAN RETREAT FROM VELEN AND REDANIAN ARMY GROUPS THAT SWEPT INTO THE SOUTHERN REGIONS BEYOND THE PONTAR. IT MARKED THE THIRD WAR IN THE SOUTH 'S TO ITS BLOODY CLOSE, TRUE, BUT IT ALSO MEANT THAT KING RADOVID V RADOVID THE RABID! THE LOCALS HISSEDWOULD TURN HIS EYES NORTH TOWARD THE MAGIC-TOLERANT KOVIR AND POVISS BY THE RAVINGS OF HIS RELIGIOUS SUPPORTERS. NOT MANY SEEMED TO NOTICE THE STRANGER AS HE STUMBLED IN WITH A FLURRY OF COLD SNOW. THOSE CLOSEST TO THE DOOR CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF A GIANT MAN, ATTENTION DRAWN BY THE FOOL WHO HAD MADE THEM COLD FOR A MOMENT, AND WISHED IMMEDIATELY THAT THEY HADN'T. TWO SWORDS ON HIS BACK, ONE OF WHICH WAS AS LONG AS A MAN FROM POINT TO POMMEL. GLIMMERING CAT EYES GLOWERED FROM BENEATH HIS COWL. MAST'R WITCH'R, A ONE OFFERED AS A MUMBLED GREETING BEFORE POINTEDLY RETURNING TO HIS ALE WITH HIS COMPANIONS. THE WITCHER NODDED IN RETURN AND MARCHED TOWARD THE INN KEEPER WORKING THE HEARTH IN THE BACK OF THE TAVERN. YOUNG WOMEN WALKING THE TAVERN TO SERVE NEEDY PATRONS CAME TO JARRING HALTS, THEIR FACES PALE WITH NERVOUS APPREHENSION ONCE THEY REALIZED THEIR PATHS THREATENED TO CROSS THAT OF THE NEW-COME MONSTER'S. DESPITE THE WITCHER'S HEAVY FOOTSTEPS AND THE UNNATURAL QUIET THAT FOLLOWED, THE INN KEEPER WORKED BUSILY HUNCHED OVER SEVERAL ORDERS AT ONCE. HE SEEMED NEITHER PERTURBED BY THE HEARTH'S HEAT NOR THE STOOP IN HIS BACK WHEN HE BROUGH HIS LADEL TO HIS LIPS TO TEST HIS CREATION. THE OLD MAN DIDN'T LOOK UP AT FIRST TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE MOUNTAINOUS MAN'S PRESENCE. WELCOME TO TH ' DANCIN ' SEAGULL , HE GRUMBLED, FINALLY RAISING HIS EYES TO HIS TOWERING GUEST. YE BE NEEDIN'... ER, LODGIN'S? AYE , RUMBLED THE WITCHER 'S DEEP REPLY. THE MAN TOWERED OVER THE OTHERS, EVEN MORE-SO FOR THE OLD INN KEEPER. GREAT HANDS REACHED UP AND PULLED THE HOOD FROM OVER HIS HEAD TO EXPOSE A MOP OF THICK HAIR, BLACK AS OBSIDIAN AND PULLED INTO A MESSY BUN AT THE CROWN OF HIS SKULL. A THICK, MASCULINE COAL BEARD TOOK ROOT UPON HIS HARD, ANGLED JAW THAT COAXED HIS STRANGE TURQUOISE CAT EYES TO SPRING AT THE BEHOLDER AS THEY SHIMMERED. THE STRANGER'S NOSE WAS BENT JUST SO, BROKEN A NUMBER OF TIMES AND SET AND RESET AGAIN, POORLY. A TRIO OF SCARS REACHED FROM THE RIGHT SIDE OF HIS HEADTHREE HAIRLESS RUTS IN HIS THICK HAIR MARKING THE START OF HIS ANCIENT INJURYDOWN AND CROSS HIS FACE, UNDER HIS EYE AND OVER HIS LIPS JUST AS WITH THE WOUNDS UPON HIS HEAD, THE SCARS STUBBORNLY REFUSED TO GROW ANY FACIAL HAIR. HIS BODY SHIFTED WITH THE JINGLE OF MAIL RATTLING AGAINST PLATE, AND THE HEARTH'S DULL GLOW GLINTED ACROSS A CUIRASS AND A CRAFTSMAN'S FINE LINKWORK. THE WITCHER UNCLASPED THE HEAVY CLOAK AT HIS NECKUNDER WHICH SECRETED A LINING OF CHAINMAILAND PULLED IT FROM HIS SHOULDERS. HIS FULL SHAPE WAS FREE TO BE EXAMINED BY THE ALL THOSE IN THE DANCING SEAGULL . DOWN THE WITCHER'S LEFT ARM WAS A SERIES OF SEGMENTED PLATES THAT TRACED THE SHAPE OF AN ARM FROM A PAULDRON AND LOOKED TO BE FINELY DETAILED THROUGH METALWORK NO HUMAN ARMORER HAD THE SKILL TO WROT. HIS CUIRASS AND VISBYN GAUNTLET, TOO, BORE THE SAME CAREFUL DETAIL ON THE TRIM A MIXTURE OF COPPER AND DARKENED STEEL PLATE GAVE THE ARMOR ITS ASTOUNDING COLOR. HIS RIGHT ARM HAD NOT BUT A SPAULDER AND A SHORT SLEEVE OF MAIL FOR HIS DARK AKETON TO ESCAPE TO HIS WRIST. THERE WERE MANY STRAPS TO POUCHES AND BAGS THAT CLUNG TO THE HUNTER'S BODY, SO MANY IN FACT THAT IT LOOKED AS IF HE COULD CARRY A WAR ON TWO SHOULDERS. IT WAS THEN THAT THE OLD MAN NOTICED A THIRD BLADE, A BASELARD, CROSSED OVER THE WITCHER 'S LEFT HIP. THE MUTANT'S LEGS WERE PLATED AS WERE A KNIGHT'S, EACH SLIPPING OUT FROM UNDER THE SKIRT OF MAIL ENCRUSTED WITH PROTECTIVE STEEL. DUST CAKED HIS CUIRSSE, POLEYN, AND GREAVES. THE SHORT SABATON UPON HIS BOOTS WERE GUMMED UP WITH MUD. STRAPS FLARED AWAY FROM THE FASTENING CLASPS AS IF TRYING TO RUN, ESCAPE FROM THEIR ETERNAL BONDAGE. BUT, DESPITE THEIR DIRTINESS, THE PLATE UPON HIS LEGS AND SHINS AND BOOTS WAS ALSO ADORNED WITH CAREFUL FILIGREE MADE WITH CARE AND TRIMMED IN COPPER. THERE WAS MORE ARMOR ON THAT MAN THAN ANY WITCHER THAT THE OLD INN KEEPER HAD EVER SEENAND HE HAD SEEN NIGH TWO-SCORE WHEN HE WAS NOT YET A MANBUT PERHAPS HIS MEMORY WAS GETTING HAZY. ER... A NAME? FER' TH'LEDGER, MAST'R WITCH'R. A MOMENT PASSED BETWEEN THEM, SILENCE GRIPPING THE INN ABOUT THE THROAT. THIDRALD ... THIRDRALD OF BARREVEINE . Last edited Feb 7, 2019