Sir Buddy

Sir Buddy is a major character who appears in: Nostalgia of Visvara.
A stoic talking wolf wielding a giant sword.
== Synopsis ==
=== History ===
Life was incredibly simple for a wolf in Visvara; being only one-years-old and a fully grown adult wolf, your day was to simply catch prey, eat, and sleep. With no name to separate the wolves in the den, one still managed to stand out; large in stature and towering above the rest. Regarded as a great hunter and looked upon with envy as he required more food than the rest. Returning to his den from a successful hunt, the wolf found his family slain with an elf woman towering over them, wiping her sweaty brow and wielding a bloodied great sword in her hands, while adorned in metal armour. Instincts kicked in almost immediately, jumping to gnaw at the woman’s neck, only to be swatted away like a fly. Skidding along the floor, it seemed like the end. There wasn’t a chance for a wild wolf to beat a lady like this. Closing its eyes, it accepted defeat. “Whoa!!! Look at you!!! You’re coming with me, Buddy!” The wolf’s eyes shot open immediately in confusion. “What?” It spoke. Only to see the woman’s metallic foot closing in on his vision. Waking up dazed and confused, with a slight ringing in its ear. In a new location unbeknownst to himself, the wolf was awe-struck by the large civilization with buildings that stretched into the sky and a liveliness of a bustling kingdom. That same elf woman rested in the room. Seeming to wait for him to wake. “C’mon, Buddy. Lemme show you your new home.” Without proper skills in communication, the wild wolf bared his teeth again. Although the woman’s steely side eye caused him to drop it almost instantly. If he was to value his life, he’d listen. Following her throughout the streets of this kingdom. Her name was shouted with high praise, everyone seemed to know this woman. Lady Holly. Buddy however scoffed behind her back. He couldn’t stand the woman. Reaching a stables, a man tended to the horses but dropped his duties quickly upon laying eyes upon Lady Holly. “Have you picked your horse yet? A knight like yourself needs a steed to ride into battle, my lady.” He begged, it didn’t look like the first time they had this conversation, and by his slumped arms and defeated tone, he didn’t expect it to be the last either. With a smile and hands on her hips she responded. “I found a steed that I like!” The man grew brighter, happy to finally come to a conclusion on this matter. Mumbling over his words and ready to bring out his best horses. Only for Holly, to tilt her body and stretch both arms towards the colossal wild wolf behind her. Needless to say, he was once again riddled with disappointment. Dropping to his knees as he prepared countless horses that were the best of the best. Only to be beaten by a large wild wolf. Word spread of this development and the wolf was once again dragged along by her side against his will. Brought into a rather luxurious room. With a large chair and a man sat upon it with Holly before him. To a wild animal this meant nothing, but with time he’d come to know that this was the king, the woman who had dragged him out of the wild, his daughter. A rather troublesome daughter. Arguing over why she couldn’t just choose a horse like the rest of their kingdom’s knights. Instead she wished for a wild animal, “I want him! He’s my buddy! I’ll train him!” Reluctantly, knowing she wouldn’t drop this - the king agreed. A smile crept onto her daughter’s lips and the next week was hell. Attempting to saddle up the wild animal, resulted in a fight he couldn’t win. Having the weight of a fully armoured knight shift onto his back. Caused him to slump over and refuse to even attempt to carry her. Once he did manage to carry her, her commands of leading buddy were met with him simply doing the exact opposite: forward was backwards, left was right, slow was fast. The two couldn’t come to a compromise and the day of battle was soon. Holly debated switching over to a horse last minute. A curled up wolf agreed with her. It was for the best. Allow him to go back to the wild and forget this ever happened. But his words only added fuel to the fire inside the elf. Having him adorned in light armour the day of battle. Jumping onto his back, the wolf was embarrassed, looking backwards, he was before countless horses and men. All with fiery eyes and a stalwart composure. This was the first time he witnessed the determination and dedication of humans. Holly barked a command for him to face her men and he listened. Raising her great sword and giving a speech to rally the hope of her men. The wolf himself was inspired. Looking to her with admiration for the first time. Leading into battle it was scary, but following the commands of Holly. He witnessed her skill with the blade, her ability to command her men with their best interests in mind. She truly was someone to look up to. Having finished the battle, Holly was awarded with a medal for her bravery and victory of the battle. A feast was held, spirits were high, and the wolf was even allowed to attend. Being praised and offered some of the best food he had ever tried. Slowly he became less hostile and hung around Holly more, while trying his best to learn from her. So much in fact, that one day during her practice. The knights witnessed the wolf claw at a sword, attempting to grab like they do. Laughs filled the air and caused the wolf to grow angry. His mouth fell to the floor and bit down upon the blade’s handle. Raising it with all his strength. The great imbalance of the weapon’s weight caused him to fall backwards. But gave enough confidence in Holly to see it through. She began giving him lessons on the blade, it was a silly idea, but Holly was a rather unusual woman. In a year, the wolf could hold the weapon just fine. Being two years of age, he spent his days dashing through dummies attempting to slice them like the knights do. At age three he was fairly comparable to one. Entering practice like everyone else and taking part in tournaments to showcase skill and might. At four and half, he could get to the finals with ease, although he had yet to win one. His final opponent always stumped him, Lady Holly. This was the year he was also granted a name. Awarded for his might during a battle against the kingdom of Franz, he was deemed Sir Buddy, sworn right hand of Lady Holly, Loyal knight of Weezah. Life was great. Buddy was deemed a loyal member of their kingdom and swore his life to Lady Holly. Having embraced the tradition of sword fighting, he looked down upon magic. Always scoffing when it was shown. Seeing it as unnatural and foul. This hatred had currently reached its peak however, when Lady Holly reached a letter by their rival kingdom. Their prince, a known wizard stated he didn’t need magic to beat a second grade knight such as Holly in a fair one on one. Foolishly she accepted. Leaving the kingdom to duel this wizard. Without her steed. And she never came back. A month or two passed and most expected the worst. With their best knight, bandits and other kingdoms looked at Weezah as an easy target. Taking the initiative, Buddy swore to venture into the land and find Lady Holly.
Category:The Wavis D&D Legend
Category:Nostalgia of Visvara
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