Siegwulf Dazkar

Never Trust the Living

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“Ya can have all the anger and hatred in the world and it’s not gonna help you any…not if you don’t use it right.”

Siegwulf chewed on his lip as he thought on those words from Thorne and headed back to the hanger. The bastard would probably commend him for keeping his anger in check. He would be right to. It was better that he did especially with everyone else being angry. Siegwulf didn’t let things like this breakthrough and get to him because he knew if it did it would mean people’s lives and maybe even his own.

He knew Angeligue would be gone but maybe he could find something to help something to point in the direction they would need to go. He looked over his shoulder briefly at Zhel. “We’re gonna 

find everything in writing we can…and anything else we might find and take it back home. Charts, journals, notes…and we will have everyone that thinks they can help look it over.”

He growled as his brain rolled over possibilities. Where it made sense for her to go. Where it made sense for her to take Kuri…did she have Kuri at the hanger while they were there. He felt a heat creep up his neck. Not just anger but shame and stupidity. He forced it back down and bit back onto his lip.

“You can swing a fist or sword harder than anyone I know but if you can’t control where it goes what’s the point? Anger is a gift that can make you strong, but it turns into poison if you let too much of it seep out into your veins. Keep your brain working and you stay alive. Cloud it with anger and ya end up like every other prick merc that thinks they are gonna make their mark. Cloud it with anger and people die…your comrades. Your shield brothers. Hell, the same goes for any emotion. Ya don’t keep that shit in check. People die.”

Siegwulf reached the door to the hanger after several minutes of walking and an aetheryte travel later. He didn’t check to see if it was locked, just put his foot straight in through the door. He broke the door jamb and maybe a hinge or two bent as it slammed open. He could taste blood and his teeth released his lip. He wiped the blood that ran down his chin with the back of his hand as he stepped through the door. He had to find something here or he would start scouring every city in Eorzea.

“Ya can use anger and hate or you can let it use you. Same goes for love.”

[elissaria-ffxiv]

A present for Bossman

It was with a bit of nervousness that Elissaria set the carefully wrapped present next to the tree. The fear he might laugh at the gesture; a hope that he might like it had the normally affable viera worrying over the box.

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Siegwulf stopped by the tree after dropping off Kuri’s gift. He saw a gift that wasn’t there before and decided to pick it up. He looked it over and once he got to the tag he stared at it for several long moments before deciding to open the gift. It seemed he didn’t know where to start, but after a moment he scowled and ripped off the ribbon, the paper and even tore at the box a little before pulling the top off it. He let it all fall to the floor as he held onto the fabric inside. He looked it over and grunted as he tried to figure out what it was. Once he realized it as a nice dark cloak he grunted again approvingly before throwing it over his shoulder. He snatched up the wrapping paper and box and ribbon and tossed it all in the fireplace before walking back to his room.

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Estate Planning

Darkness pulled over the sky above Ishgard. A big black-blue blanket full of stars that just started to peek through as the last rays of the sun disappeared and the orange glow in the west dissipated. Siegwulf was outside in a quiet edge of the housing district. He wasn’t wearing armor but he had his sword as always. He often trained in armor but he wasn’t in the mood tonight, nor was he in the mood to train in the perfectly good sparring pit that was in the heated inside of the huge estate he now lived in. That was the very thing his thoughts were on right now as he went through his drills with the massive slab of steel. Why did they have this place? It wasn’t right and he hadn’t been able to work  out why. There was something he was missing. His mind turned it over and it always came back to the same thing. Thorne. Valgard Thorne. SIegwulf growled and stepped over to the nearby bench. He had lost track of time and had been training for so long he was sweating into the jacket he was wearing. He set the sword down and shrugged off his coat and peeled his shirt off before going back to it. Steam rose from his body and his damp warm clothing in the chill of Ishgard’s air. His scarred and scaled torso covered in sweat expanded as he took a deep breath. He had likely been training longer than he should but there was nothing for it when he was stuck on a thought he had to work through it. Sometimes that meant literally working through it.

He repeated his drills over and over then would switch stances and go through a different set. He growled each time he felt a muscle strain and he pushed through it. As the minutes stretched on he lowered the sword and panted as he looked over the horizon and the mountains beyond. His mind stretched back to that day. Meeting Muldoon and Lord Afront Vadard to pick up the contract for rescuing his niece. It wasn’t the first time he had met the man. He had once set Siegwulf up with a drink by the fire in the main hall. It was the same seat he always sat in now. The strangeness of that fact wasn’t lost on Siegwulf even if he didn’t have the words to describe it. Thorne met with him alone upstairs for longer than normal for a fairly standard merc contract. Except there was someone else with them upstairs…there before they arrived. He was with Vadard when they saw them to the door.

He raised his sword again and thrust it forward then slashed up. He repeated the same movements a few times then thrust and slashed outward. Once more but this time he stumbled as he felt his hamstring seize up. He collapsed forward and rolled to the side so he wouldn’t fall on the sword that he somehow managed to keep in his grip. The pain of the cramping muscle caused the exhausted Siegwulf to laugh out like he hadn’t in years. Something about the sharp, sudden, grasping pain was so exquisite it was either laugh or scream. The laughter shook something loose. A thought, half a memory of something that made him laugh even harder. As he caught his breath and the muscle calmed itself he panted and shook his horned head. “The barrister!” He yelled out.

“The barrister.” He said quietly to himself this time with a large grin on his face which he quickly pushed away returning to his normal, neutral, stone face. He tried to get back up but his body wasn’t quite ready for that so he just laid there thinking about what this could mean. There were two possibilities in his head, both were intriguing. Lord Vadard had called for his barrister to work on his will. He was likely the last man to see Lord Vadard alive…he was also likely to have been that third man upstairs. Even if he wasn't, they needed to see this man and find out what they could. Siegwulf had no evidence that he was somehow in league with Thorne…but he had the feeling Thorne was behind all of this and more. Not simply the events that were obvious to him like sending Violetta to the company or the acquisition of this house, but also this assassin company and perhaps other events, other people he saw everyday.

Siegwulf took a deep breath and stared up at the stars as the frozen ground against his back soaked into his overheated skin. Thorne has a reason for everything he does. That was a certainty Siegwulf had seen time and again on the battlefield not to mention in his deals with nobles. Siegwulf at least now had a path before him to try to find out some of those plans. The barrister.

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Brawl

A fist to the jaw sobered Siegwulf up quick enough as he flew off the barstool and on to his back. It took a second for him to see straight again as he pushed himself up off the floor. Everyone in the bar had backed away except for the three men he had just insulted. “Ya wanna say that again you scaly son of a bitch? I don’t think you do. Get out of here!”

A reasonable and sober person might have backed out of the bar. Sixteen year old Siegwulf was neither of those things. He stood his ground and scowled. “I said the reason why your shitty country fell to Garlemald was Ala Mhigo is full of candy asses!”

He dropped his shoulder and charged into the first hyur highlander. His shoulder hit him low and lifted him up off the ground and into the bar knocking the wind out of him. Siegwulf didn’t stop though instead his fist came up in much the same way the hyur had hit him straight to the jaw, but this time it was accompanied by a loud crack as the jaw broke and the man dropped to the floor unconscious. At the same time the other two, a highlander and a miqo'te, were on him. The highlander slammed a fist into his midsection as he got a beefy arm under Siegwulf’s chin. He used the leverage to pull the big Xaela away from their fallen friend as the miqo’te landed several fast blows to his midsection and ribs.

He felt a blackness cloud over his vision as he was pulled to the ground and held there by the big highlander. The miqo'te changed from using his fists to his boots stomping on Siegwulf. He felt a rib break and the swirling blackness quickly felt as if it might take hold when it was pushed away by a rush of red rage that woke him and empowered him with every pump of his heart. His hands grabbed the cat's next stomp and pulled his foot out from under him, sending him awkwardly to the floor. At the same time he angled his head and drove his metal tipped horn deep into the man’s forearm. The highlander bellowed and held for as long as he could until Siegwulf twisted and pulled up ripping skin and muscle in a spray of blood. He was forced to release his hold and scoot backwards across the wooden flooring away from Siegwulf. 

The xaela now fully raging and gasping for breath sprung forward and onto the cat who was scrambling to get up. He was too late. The large scaled arm shot forward and grasped the cat by the neck as Siegwulf’s other fist started hitting him in the face repeatedly. By the time the highlander could come back to his friend's aid the miqo'tes face was battered and dripping with blood. Despite the bleeding arm the highlander tackled Siegwulf up against the bar as the miqo'te crawled away spitting up blood and gasping for air. He made it five or so feet away before losing consciousness.

Siegwulf was now in a similar situation, his throat being choked pinned against the bar as he prepared for the onslaught from the man’s fist. The blood dripping from the deep gash made things slippery and he was able to twist to slide his throat out of the man’s grip. Siegwulf repositioned himself quickly, grabbing the highlander’s good arm by the wrist. He scrambled and kicked the man's knee dropping him low so he could get behind him. He twisted the arm until he heard the pop of his shoulder joint and an angry pain fueled scream. 

“Shut the fuck up!” Siegwulf yelled over the man’s scream and he slammed his head into the bar. The man went limp and Siegwulf let him fall hard to the floor like a sack of popoto’s. He stood panting and growling as he looked around for anyone who might come next. His hands, chest, horns and face were covered in blood. Very little of it was his. He did spit some of his own blood on the floor as his tongue absentmindedly checked his teeth. His bright orange eyes seemed to glow with pure hatred as he looked around. “Anyone else think the shit pride of Ala Mhigo is worth fighting for?!”

A few others seemed to be getting up the courage until the bartender pulled out a pistol. “You won’t be wrecking my bar anymore you cocky prick!”

A big highlander in a leather coat stood up from the far end of the bar where he had apparently sat quietly drinking his drink and watching the whole time. Siegwulf braced expecting either an attack or to be shot. He threw a large bag of gil at the bartender. “Let him fight…” The bartender stared at him then lowered the gun as he recognized the highlander. “Yes sir mister Thorne.” 

He happily picked up the gil as two more men rushed Siegwulf. One high and one low. They got him on the floor but that ended badly for them as the rage filled Siegwulf howled, kicked and punched his way to pinning one man down with his knees while he crushed the other in a bear hug. He didn’t stop there. He shifted quickly so his knee was on the man's throat choking him to death or at least unconsciousness. Siegwulf slammed his head forward into the man he had wrapped up puncturing his shoulder with Siegwulf’s horn. His sharp teeth clamped down on the man's neck and pulled away a chunk of flesh in a spray of blood as he stood and dropped the man onto his either dead or sleeping friend. After Siegwulf spit the meat and blood out of his mouth he stood panting and again hollered for the next challenger. “Come on!”

Thorne clapped and smiled wide. “You are JUST the kind of man I’m looking for.” He said as another man charged Siegwulf, knocking him into a table that broke. He crashed into the floor hard and…

Siegwulf woke up or half woke up thrashing in his bed. He had his pillow clamped in his teeth. His fist hit the wall which seemed to wake him up. He released the pillow and sat up panting and growling quietly as his eyes scanned the dark room. He was sweating and looked ready to keep fighting even out of his dream until he saw Violetta sliding away from him to the edge of the bed. His expression softened and he sighed heavily. “That…it was a dream.” He sighed again as his breathing seemed to reset itself. “It was a dream.” He repeated.

But it wasn't a dream, it was a near perfect recreation of what had happened when he had first met Thorne. He placed a warm hand on her thankfully cool arm as he laid back onto the bed with a sigh. “...Everything is fine.”

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The Road to Vengeance

A few months ago…

It was still night but just barely. The sun, hidden away, had started to turn the sky gray.  Siegwulf had dismissed everyone and hadn’t waited around to see if they would go. He turned toward the abandoned shack in a quiet empty part of the desert and went inside. He closed the door behind him and stared at the two very different men trussed up and blindfolded. He stood between them one in each of the far corners. One was a lalafell and the other an au ra.The lalafell was throwing a fit while the au ra stayed still. A small lantern was sitting on a chair nearby that dimly lit the small building. He stayed quiet for a long time. Uncomfortably long. Eventually he stepped forward and took their blindfolds off. He stood before them and continued to stare. The lalafell started to curse and holler. Siegwulf let him go on for a bit before raising a hand. “No point in all that no one can hear you out here.”

He looked between them, both were scowling and angry. Siegwulf’s face was stone, a slight scowl in place as always but that was just how his face looked even in neutral. “Sergeant Eka Cheka and lieutenant Baltu Ugund. You know me. I think you know what brings you out here. You betrayed your comrades and butchered them in the desert…well not all of them. Some of us are alive.”

“Oh big deal two or three of you made it away you’ll get yours you think that the officers are all idiots like him…you won’t find them. They’ll find you!” Siegwulf let him talk and only stood glowering at him.

“Good, I hope they will find me and make it easier to kill them.…no one will find you though, sergeant.” Siegwulf almost smirked. 

It shut him up for now and he turned toward Baltu. “What about you cousin? Got anything to say?” The word cousin was dripping with sarcasm. “I always hated that when you called me that or any other au ra.”

“That’s only because you have forgotten the ways of your people, you are an embarrassment. A disappointment to your people and your tribe.”

Siegwulf did smile this time. A sardonic cruel smile that said that was the answer he was looking for. “Oh really? Forgotten. Who’s idea do you think it was to bring that jug of fermented goat’s milk?”

Eka looked confused as he shifted his stare from one au ra to the other and also disgustedly to the jar. “Knowing a fact doesn’t mean you understand your people.” Baltu spit back.

“Fair enough. Ya know I miss a lot of things about the steppe…the land and the animals sometimes the food. I don’t miss the backward ways of my people. The ways of my people would mean I wouldn’t be a warrior or a hunter. But here I am making a living off my sword. I may not be the greatest warrior living…but I’m alive.”

Eka spoke up again. “What are you babbling about! Old goat’s milk and the ways of your people no one cares! You are going to die when the others find out about this! If you let me go you’ll never see me again and I’ll…” Siegwulf grabbed his sword and it came off his back and down onto the lalafell in one motion. It crashed through his small body, slicing him in half shoulder to hip. A squeal cut short followed by quiet gurgling filled the small shed.

Siegwulf pulled his sword back and looked to Baltu. He thought he heard movement outside, but when he started talking again if anyone was out there they seemed to be satisfied he was not the one dying. “Anything to say before I put your head in there? I’m not sure I’ll have time to come back and bury it in an anthill but I’ll see what I can do.”

Baltu was quiet for a long moment until he nodded.”There is a letter in my pocket…drop it in the post and it will go to my wife.”

“Sure…the people you left to the buzzards didn’t get that, but I’ll make sure you have that peace.” It was hard to tell if he was serious about that or not as he raised his sword up head level with Baltu.

 The au ra sat up straight and spoke again.“Thorne already knows you're alive…likely all the officers. The road you’ve chosen will end in your death one way or the other.”

Siegwulf hesitated a moment. His face twisted into anger and he spoke through gritted teeth. “I didn’t choose this road you all chose it for me, but I’ll see it to the end. You won’t. Enjoy wandering the road to the afterlife…sober.” Baltu opened his mouth to protest but the sword swung horizontally, taking his head off and shattering the horns that hung in the way. The horrified realization that Siegwulf had no intention of going through with his promise of putting his head in the jar was still on his face as it came to rest on the ground. 

Siegwulf looked over the two bloody corpses briefly before digging in Baltu’s pocket for the letter. He got it out and looked it over front and back as he stepped over to the nearby lantern. He stowed his sword away on his back then picked up the lantern, kicked open the door and stepped outside. His fiery orange eyes stared at the letter for a moment before holding it over the hurricane lantern and letting it catch fire.. His face was back to being completely neutral, no smiles, no sneers, just business as he let the letter drop to the sand beneath his feet. He stood quietly a moment before throwing the glass lantern to the back of the shack shattering it. The oil caught fire right away and he waited to make sure the rest of the shack would start to go before turning to head back toward Ul’dah.

( Ugund: When members of this tribe die, their heads are removed from their bodies and placed in a jar of fermented goat milk. Once the liquid has been drunk by the head (in other words, evaporated), the head is then buried under an anthill so that the tiny workers can carry the spirit to the afterlife. The journey is thought to be a terrible one, the road filled with ghosts of the damned, so ensuring the spirit is drunk helps ease the journey.)

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Flaws of the Swordsman

Character Flaws - Bold all that apply the majority of the time, italicize those that apply some of the time

absent-minded  |  abusive  | addict |  adrenaline junkie | aggressive |  aimless |  alcoholic | anxious | arrogant | audacious | bad liar  | big mouth |  bigot  |  blindly loyal |  blunt  |  callous  |  childish  | chronic heroism |  cheater  | clingy  |  clumsy | cocky |  codependent  | competitive |  corrupt  |  cowardly |  cruel  | cynical | delinquent |  delusional  | dependent | depressed |  deranged  | disloyal  |  ditzy  |  egotistical  |  envious  |  erratic  |  fickle |  finicky | fixated  | flaky  |  frail  | fraudulent  | foul mouthed | guilt complex |  gloomy  |  gluttonous |  gossiper  |  gruff  | grudge-holding  |  gullible | hedonistic |  humorless  | hypochondriac | hypocritical | idealist |  idiotic  |  ignorant  | immature  | impatient | incompetent  |  indecisive | insecure |  insensitive  | lazy  | lewd  |  liar |  lustful |  manipulative  |  masochistic | meddlesome  |  melodramatic |  money-loving  |  moody  |  naïve  | neglectful  |  nervous |  nosy  |  ornery  |  overprotective  | overly sensitive |  paranoid | passive-aggressive |  perfectionist | pessimist | petty  |  power-hungry  | proud | possessive | pushover | reckless | reclusive  |  remorseless  |  rigid |  sadistic  | sarcastic |  senile  |  selfish | self-destructive  | self-martyr |  shallow  |  sore loser  |  spineless  |  spiteful |  spoiled  |  stubborn  | suspicious  | suicidal | tactless | temperamental |  timid  |  thief |  traitorous  | unathletic  |  ungracious  | unlucky  | unsophisticated  |  untrustworthy  |  vain  |  withdrawn  | workaholic   |  

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Siegwulf’s Guilty Pleasures

None.

Siegwulf doesn’t really feel guilt or shame about any of the things he takes pleasure in. There are things he keeps to himself certainly but its more because he appreciates his privacy, or possibly he keeps it private to protect others. No point in them worrying about things he isn’t going to change anyway. He is who he is.

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Character inspiration

Conan the Barbarian.

“Crom, I have never prayed to you before. I have no tongue for it. No one, not even you, will remember if we were good men or bad. Why we fought, or why we died. All that matters is that two stood against many. That's what's important! Valor pleases you, Crom... so grant me one request. Grant me revenge! And if you do not listen, then the HELL with you!”

That about sums up Siegwulf’s opinions on the gods, fighting, and revenge.

Captain Navarre( Ladyhawke)

 Navarre: Each generation is called upon to follow its own quest. Gaston: And what is your quest? Navarre: I must kill a man.

Gaston: Tell me - does this walking corpse have a name?    

Siegwulf is all about fighting, revenge, and the people in the Graveyard Company. Navarre from Ladyhawke is loyal, strong, out for revenge and has a big sword. Sounds like Siegwulf to me.

Guts from Berserk Guts is an inspiration for the Dark Knight class but he is also angry and out for revenge. He is SIegwulf if Siegwulf was turned up to 11. There are other reasons but I know at least one or two people are reading Berserk and spoilers >.> but here are two of my favorite panels. Note he is protecting people in both of these.

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“A time may come soon," said he, "when none will return. Then there will be need of valour without renown, for none shall remember the deeds that are done in the last defence of your homes. Yet the deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised."

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A job of opportunity

“Neiara, this is Siegwulf, leader of The Graveyard Company and the bravest fighter I know. ” She turned to Siegwulf, “This is Neiara, owner of this fine establishment.”

He looked at the other Au Ra then at Elissaria with another raised eyebrow. “See…Eli.” He looked back to the Au Ra and nodded before crossing his arms. “A pleasure. I hear you need mercenaries to guard a shipment? How many and how often?”

Elissaria gave Siegwulf a shrug at the name the au ra was calling her.  Then smiled at the woman as if nothing had happened.

The au ra glanced between the two before gesturing toward the rear of the shop, “Let’s go into my office. You two may see eye to eye but craning my neck while talking business is never pleasant.” With that she turned and didn’t wait to see if they followed.

As she stepped through the doorway to a back room, a viera male could be seen sitting at a table.   Neiara gestured to the seats and then stood off to the side. “Now, then.” She began then paced a little as she continued, “We…” and she gestured toward the viera, “that is to say my business partner and I, have lost two caravans of a new type of cloth.  We don’t want to lose any more. The price Eli quoted. How many will that purchase us?” She looked earnestly at them as she continued, “As to the frequency, well that depends on whether you can ensure the goods make it to Ul'dah.”   She gave a look to the viera before turning her gaze to Siegwulf and Elissaria.

Holly was perched on a stool in the corner of the office when they entered. Since he did most of his personal business out of an office elsewhere, he seemed to adopt a corner of Neiara’s office when he was working with her. His makeshift desk was little more than a clipboard that he was balancing on a knee while he took notes from a nearby book. His lanky limbs seemed perfectly suited and steady for the balancing act, though, and there was no discomfort expressed even before donned a perky smirk and offered a wave to the pair of strangers. “Holly,” he introduced. He had a pair of falcon feathers tied into his shaggy blond mop, and they moved slightly as his fluffy ears adjusted to listen for others yet to enter. He put aside his work and unfolded his posture to stand and more properly greet the pair. “I will be attending the caravan as well, when it is set to depart.”

Siegwulf stayed standing for the moment not particularly caring that the woman might have to crane her neck. “Well, let me give it to you straight…I don’t do a lot of bartering I don’t like it. I know Ul'dah is the place to haggle but I find myself to rarely be in the mood for it.”

“The price she quoted would be for guarding a caravan and it would give you all of my people. We have around thirty. It sounds to me though you don’t need a caravan guarded you need a group of bandits eradicated…or just as likely a rival business.”

Neiara stared at Siegwulf for several moments then gave little laugh, her eyes met Elissaria’s, “I like him.” She shook her head  at Holly, “I don’t think you should go.”

She then turned her attention to Siegwulf, “I don’t like to haggle either.  So we are agreed there.”  She pursed her lips a moment as if weighing her next words, “That’s just it. We don’t know if it was bandits or a competitor.”

A decision seemed to be made and she flopped into a chair, “The first shipment went missing a few weeks ago.  When it didn’t show up at Drybone, we contacted the Flames but so far nothing. It’s like the entire wagon, goods and driver just vanished.”

She sighed, “The second shipment had already been on its way when we sent a trusted guard, one that had done jobs for us before to retreive it.  Now he and that shipment are gone too. ”

She looked over at Holly to see if he had anything to add.

Holly’s smirk softened to a smile touched by appreciation for Neiara’s comment. He would let her say her piece, offering no argument initially. “I do a lot of work in Ul’dah,” he offered gently. “And I have walked trade routes long before I found myself in my current position. While I am sure my strength is hardly necessary for protection, I would like very much to see it to its destination.”

He then looked from Eli to Siegwulf with a spark of curiosity lighting up his amethyst stare. “I am a bard well-traveled, but more recently, I have become an agent for various organizations. I work with adventurers and mercenaries, brokering leves and hunts mostly. This recent and expensive loss has my full attention presently, so I would like very much to attend the caravan, and even see how your company works. Perhaps, it could foster future business relations?” He searched the faces of those unfamiliar to him, seeking any hope of attaining their support if Neiara should insist that he stay behind.

He stared from one person to the next as they spoke and ultimately shrugged a shoulder.  "We get paid half up front the other half on delivery. If this ends up being a lot more then shooing away a hand full of bandits I’ll be…aggressively haggling for a lot more.“ He looked at the male Vierra his orange eyes narrowed as he sized him up then nodded. "I don’t care if you go. If you can’t handle yourself though make sure you stay behind my people. I don’t want her refusing payment when we get back if your maimed or dead.”

Neiara frowned at Holly but then sighed, “Fine.” Her gaze shifted back to Siegwulf and she nodded. Rising from where she sat and crossing to a metal box.

A moment later she approached Siegwulf, “Half. If all you do is bring the shipment that’s waiting at the Shroud gate to Ul'dah, then you will get the rest of this agreed upon price.   If you do find the other caravans, I will give you a share of that profit when we sell them.  If you find Bear, I will pay you another half again.”

He held out his hand and stared down at the raen. “That sounds fine…what the hell does a bear have to do with this though?”

“You have my word,” Holly chuckled. “I will do everything in my power to ensure you receive your full pay.” He laughed again with the miscommunication. “No, sir. Bear is a person. A guard we had sent along with the second shipment,” he explained.

Neiara nodded and clapped her hands together, “Then it is settled. The shipment awaits your arrival. Give this to the guard captain stationed at the Shroud Gate.” She handed Siegwulf a small token with the logo from the sign outside embossed upon its front. “If you need any supplies before you leave, I offer you the run of the shop out front with a discount of 40%.”

Siegwulf looked down at his hand and blinked then tucked it away. He grunted and nodded to both of them before  stepping out of the back of the shop and headed for the door.

Elissaria made to follow Siegwulf when Neiara’s hand on her arm stopped her. She looked down at the au ra woman with a question in her eyes. “If the opportunity comes to find Bear please try.  He’s been a loyal guard and a good friend.” Her gaze shifted over to Holly, “And do what you can to keep that one out of trouble.”

She gave the woman a nod. “We will do what we can. We’ll be back before you know it.”  Her gaze shifting to Holly, “I’ll send word when we’re planning to leave for Drybone."  Patting the au ra’s hand, she followed Siegwulf.

Neiara gave Holly a look, "Be careful out there. Don’t need any more friends lost. You hear?”

Holly suppressed another good-natured chuckle, opting to not press his luck in regard to Neiara’s concerns. He offered a nod to Elissaria and turned once more to his partner. “I will be most cautious, I promise. I will not say that, I alone, stand a better chance than Bear, but I have faith in the Graveyard Company to do their part. I will also, though, do my best not to be a burden. I should hate to earn a truly disapproving look from that tall fellow.”

(written with @never-trust-theliving and @searsha-reborn for Holly)

[never-trust-theliving]

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

He was sharpening his sword and oiling it when the question was brought up which of course made him scowl. "I won't be lured anywhere...I am not prey. I am the hunter. I will gladly go into a trap for my comrades, but only if I think there is a chance to get out of it. Or if I can save lives worth more then my own." He paused and pulled his greatsword up and held it in front of him staring down the razor sharp edge. "I would gladly go in a trap for a chance to kill Thorne."

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🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

He affixed his helmet to his belt and sighed. "I have nothing from the steppe. Home is not a place I have any interest in dwelling on or thinking about."

He leaned against the wall and watched the people pass by as he thought on it for a moment longer. "I miss my brother and sister...but if they stayed they are both married to someone and going down the path of my parents." He scowled again at the mention of his parents.

"Home, traditions, and keepsakes are not valuable to a mercenary."

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🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

Siegwulf stared at the front of the inn and scowled as he shook his head. "Food is not a pleasure I care to indulge in. I eat to live so I order what my body needs when it needs it same for if I make food."

He lowered his voice and glanced around. "I hate cooking though so if I can pass that duty to someone else I will. Being an officer has to have some sort of advantage or what's the point."

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feel free to tweak questions + all emojis r listed in text form bc i can't see some of them aAAaaAA! sorry if any of these questions are too similar i tried to avoid that but .. there's a lot lol! categorized by emoji type.

i wanted to make one because i could not find one on tumblr already that had a ton of questions. this was created by combining ones under the #oc ask game tag + my own contributions. hi charmymemes nation i'm back.

people

👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)?

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will get some getting used to?

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

food & drinks

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

plants & nature

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

🌺 HIBISCUS - do they have any allergies?

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

🌹 ROSE - do they like valentines day? have they been confessed to before? have they confessed to anyone before?

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

activity

⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

objects

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?

💎 DIAMOND - how rich are they? can they live the lifestyle they want to?

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing? what is their go-to karaoke song?

🎷 SAXOPHONE - do they play any instruments? are they any good at it?

📚 BOOKS - how were they at school? what is their best subject? what is their worst subject? did they have a favourite subject?

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?

🎨 PALETTE - can they draw? what do they like to draw?

🎡 FERRIS WHEEL - are they someone who wants to kiss at the top of the ferris wheel?

⏳ HOURGLASS - are they usually late or on-time?

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

📦 PACKAGE - what's some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

⚙️ GEAR - what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?

🔧 WRENCH - are they good at fixing relationships? or do they tend to avoid doing so?

❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

📏 RULER - is your oc well educated? where did they get their learning from?

transport

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

🚲 BICYCLE - can they ride a bike? what do they remember from learning to ride a bicycle?

weather

🌩️ LIGHTNING - are they scared of lightning?

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

❄️ SNOWFLAKE - do people consider them cold? if so, what made them this way?

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is their someone they want to star gaze with?

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

hearts

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

[never-trust-theliving]

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