Author Topic: The Brutish life of Gomrin Renodin  (Read 8460 times)

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Re: The Brutish life of Gomrin Renodin
« Reply #15: March 07, 2014, 08:50:54 AM »
Hey again! Been a good while since I wrote a decent RP for Gomrin. This one tells of some of the events that followed after loosing all his men in battle against Monsters in the far north of Thalmarkin. Gomrin wandered back to the city of Unger and there the following story unfolds. Enjoy!


Trauma

Stumbling and then some stalking thats how he moved through the city. Days ago, he couldn't recall how many, men died. Lot's of them, everywhere. The screams still assailed him, they echoed off the walls of Unger. He saw their horrified faces in puddles of water and the bark of that Damned dog on the corner of the market reminded him of the howls of the monsters!

He had lost his mace, the doom hammer. That strange and powerful weapon. It had shattered upon a fell creature who had shrugged off the blow and grinned broadly with otherwordly intelligence. Piss stenching men had fled before that thing and it still haunted his dreams at night. Gomrin eyed the people in the street with a wild expression. Half of them he actually registered and the rest nothing but blurs and walking ghosts. ''Ye 'kay th'ere?'' a comely girl approaching womanhood asked him as she extended her hand to feel his temperature.

His ragged appearance must've made him look harmless. His dark brown and slightly curly hair a tangled mess of near black. His beard full of grime and sticky to his skin. The grooves in his forehead and the crevices of his body mortared up with filth. Gomrin had taken a tattered blanket of a squatter to protect him from the nightly chill and had given the man broken bones and tears when he objected.

Her touch upon his forehead was cool, gentle, solace.. and brought back the monster's grin. ''Sickly she dog!'' came the rumbling snarl that uttered from Gomrin's mouth. The muscles in his neck bunching up and his eyes turning dark as he lowered his face away from the illuminating sun. With a quick and strong move did he grab her wrist and powered her onto her knees. The young women resisted as was her nature but couldn't help but yelp at the unrestrained force used against her. Feral eyes were cast down upon her and people in the street stopped to look, some protested but none got closer really. ''I'll kill you for what you've done. For what You've Done!'' His free hand roamed the surface of a nearby wall and clamped around a loose piece of stone as he ripped it out. ''You'll pay, You will! You Will!  For all you have done!'' His words rising in strenght and quickly becomming a bellowing torrent.

The young women protested, called him names and asked for help. In the struggle the tattered blanket had fallen to the ground and revealed a ringmail hauberk, it was sign enough for most of the low born people to stay clear. The stone rose above Gomrin's head and plunged down towards the young woman with devestating speed. The wall received fresh, sprinkled and spattered decoration. ''You!! You!... You! Pay!'' the words that accompanied every blow struck with the stone.

Within a short span of time the young woman would never be pretty again. She cried and her tears mingled with blood that flowed freely from the many wounds on her face and head. Her nose shattered in the onslaught but soon she wouldn't care anymore. It didn't take long before her face was a bloody pulp, Gomrin didn't realise or care. He only stopped when the stone got lodged in her skull, burried under her once fine hair.

His hand held on to the small jutting piece of rock from her cranium and worked in concert with his arm to pull, it didn't give. ''What the..?!'' Shock registered on Gomrin's face and also a fair bit of frustration. He let go of the piece of stone and look around him. His cheeks hot with excertion and his features dripping with deep red blood. It smelled different, monster blood smelled different. His eyes wandered over the mangled corpse in front of him. ''Murderer!'' A crooked and withered voice assailed him. With all the people gathered only an ancient looking woman had the courage to speak up. Her words slammed into him like an avalanche.

He actually roared at her and spread his arms for dramatic effect. His wild and soaked curls dancing like a fierce mane. The people recoiled and he himself rushed away. He ran, visions haunted him and at every corner could he see that one Monster's Otherworldly Grin. He was still out there and he knew, he knew. Guardsmen of Unger followed him and called for him to stop. Gomrin didn't and the manhunt was on.