Kevron winces as he stands up to try and brush himself off and spit the seaweed out of his mouth. He shivers as a chilled breeze gently caresses his wet skin. He stretches himself out and shakes himself vigorously in an attempt to fully regain consciousness so that he can get his bearings (as well as attempt to remove the sand that simply Will Not leave him be). He scans the coastline to try and figure out whereabouts he might be...
...until it occurs to him that he's never even been to a beach in his life. He is 100% lost. While that in and of itself is not surprising, what is surprising is that he managed to wander so far away from the... completely landlocked castle he just slept in.
A combination of panic and tired annoyance quickly sets in after this revelation. He's definitely pretty damn far from Stratham. He just got home! He just got to see his brother again!! This is some Bullshit!!!
He begins to wander along the coastline, cold and afraid, in some sort of attempt to find any form of sentient life (preferably friendly life, at that).
Unfortunately, what he does find is much less amicable than he'd hoped it would be. He encounters a shadowy figure around six or seven feet in height that is currently occupied with the human it's choking out with some sort of telekinetic ability. It appears to be pulling some sort of wispy substance from them as they cease struggling and go completely limp.
While it may be too late to save the victim, he can at least try and defend himself. It's possible the creature could be far more than he can handle based on what he's just witnessed, but at the very least he's faced much, much worse. He might be able to slip away unnoticed, but it wouldn't be a bad idea to at least arm himself. He goes to draw his sword, only to be greeted with absolutely nothing. His panic compounds as he looks down to find himself devoid of any of his regular weaponry whatsoever--or even any of his armor for that matter. He knew he shouldn't have stopped sleeping in it. He doesn't even have any shoes for fuck's sake. All he has with him now in terms of defense are tattered pink pajamas and a really big stick he's just found.
Literally any sort of help would be super rad right about now.
[B: I'VE A FEELING WE'RE NOT IN STRATHAM ANYMORE...]
As those close to Kevron would expect of him, the first thing he does when he arrives is to search for some place to get some food--predictably, he's hungry, though perhaps a bit more than usual. He can figure out what's going on later. For now: Sustenance.
However, his progress is consistently impeded by people pretending not be afraid of him. They greet him apprehensively and present him with various foods and the like. He doesn't really get why it keeps happening though. Maybe some of the people are just really nice? They seem kinda afraid of him though. Regardless, these gifts are happily accepted. Eventually he realizes he doesn't really even need to find somewhere to find a place to sit down and eat anymore.
Other locals, however, are incredibly passive-aggressive. Some just shoot him dirty looks, though he's used to that by now. But some folks keep giving him these strange pamphlets. Highlights include "Adjusting to Your New Life as a Disgusting Monster," "'Oh Gods Please Don't Eat Me' and Other Phrases New Werebears Should Expect," and "Trolls: A Beginner's Guide." It's just downright rude! He's hefty, but nowhere near that of a troll. And much prettier. It's bizarre--it's like these people have never seen a half-orc before.
His hunger satiated, his quest to gather information begins!
...It's immediately deterred as he becomes incredibly distracted. The various shops here look waaaaay different than what he's used to. He's seen a city of similar size, but other than that... it's nothing even remotely like Kataros.
Kevron can be found wandering the streets, ogling the shops and other various sights of such a sprawling, modern city. Be careful though--he's very likely to run right into you.
Kevron | OC
[A: BEACH ENCOUNTER]
Kevron winces as he stands up to try and brush himself off and spit the seaweed out of his mouth. He shivers as a chilled breeze gently caresses his wet skin. He stretches himself out and shakes himself vigorously in an attempt to fully regain consciousness so that he can get his bearings (as well as attempt to remove the sand that simply Will Not leave him be). He scans the coastline to try and figure out whereabouts he might be...
...until it occurs to him that he's never even been to a beach in his life. He is 100% lost. While that in and of itself is not surprising, what is surprising is that he managed to wander so far away from the... completely landlocked castle he just slept in.
A combination of panic and tired annoyance quickly sets in after this revelation. He's definitely pretty damn far from Stratham. He just got home! He just got to see his brother again!! This is some Bullshit!!!
He begins to wander along the coastline, cold and afraid, in some sort of attempt to find any form of sentient life (preferably friendly life, at that).
Unfortunately, what he does find is much less amicable than he'd hoped it would be. He encounters a shadowy figure around six or seven feet in height that is currently occupied with the human it's choking out with some sort of telekinetic ability. It appears to be pulling some sort of wispy substance from them as they cease struggling and go completely limp.
While it may be too late to save the victim, he can at least try and defend himself. It's possible the creature could be far more than he can handle based on what he's just witnessed, but at the very least he's faced much, much worse. He might be able to slip away unnoticed, but it wouldn't be a bad idea to at least arm himself. He goes to draw his sword, only to be greeted with absolutely nothing. His panic compounds as he looks down to find himself devoid of any of his regular weaponry whatsoever--or even any of his armor for that matter. He knew he shouldn't have stopped sleeping in it. He doesn't even have any shoes for fuck's sake. All he has with him now in terms of defense are tattered pink pajamas and a really big stick he's just found.
Literally any sort of help would be super rad right about now.
[B: I'VE A FEELING WE'RE NOT IN STRATHAM ANYMORE...]
As those close to Kevron would expect of him, the first thing he does when he arrives is to search for some place to get some food--predictably, he's hungry, though perhaps a bit more than usual. He can figure out what's going on later. For now: Sustenance.
However, his progress is consistently impeded by people pretending not be afraid of him. They greet him apprehensively and present him with various foods and the like. He doesn't really get why it keeps happening though. Maybe some of the people are just really nice? They seem kinda afraid of him though. Regardless, these gifts are happily accepted. Eventually he realizes he doesn't really even need to find somewhere to find a place to sit down and eat anymore.
Other locals, however, are incredibly passive-aggressive. Some just shoot him dirty looks, though he's used to that by now. But some folks keep giving him these strange pamphlets. Highlights include "Adjusting to Your New Life as a Disgusting Monster," "'Oh Gods Please Don't Eat Me' and Other Phrases New Werebears Should Expect," and "Trolls: A Beginner's Guide." It's just downright rude! He's hefty, but nowhere near that of a troll. And much prettier. It's bizarre--it's like these people have never seen a half-orc before.
His hunger satiated, his quest to gather information begins!
...It's immediately deterred as he becomes incredibly distracted. The various shops here look waaaaay different than what he's used to. He's seen a city of similar size, but other than that... it's nothing even remotely like Kataros.
Kevron can be found wandering the streets, ogling the shops and other various sights of such a sprawling, modern city. Be careful though--he's very likely to run right into you.