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Lex Was at Hage Village on the orders of her captain. She was in hage village, a small little village out in the sticks. They were having trouble as wolves were attacking this sleepy little village. The wounds have been accosting this place for a couple weeks now, and they finally called in.magic knights To try to alleviate the problem. There was only a handful of them so the only set Lex There are two, do you want to prom as her Aoe type spells would be most useful in the situation. Though as she got there as she arrived at the village, she looked around and saw that it seemed for now. Business was going on as usual. She needed to perhaps find a local to tell her more information regarding these attacks. She hated going into things blindly. I, she made a way through the village. She could see where a certain spot spit had been attacked by the walls mainly along the outskirts of it. Which didn't surprise her that's probably where either farming or just some civilians live. It wasn't as if this place had any real guards or anything of that nature, so it made sense. As she went to the most recent attack were the sight of it, she could see where people had ran, and where a bit of blood was on the ground from them attacking or swiping at their victim. While no casualties have been reported yet, it was said that there were some injuries in the case.
She decided it would be prudent to find a villager now and get some information on the attacks when they were happening or what they were likely to do. She made her way over to one of the citizens. Not having anyone in particular. She wanted to talk to going over to a boy with white looking hair. He seemed to just be walking around the outskirts of the town. He seemed to look a bit more vigilant than the other People she could see wandering around. So she approached the young man looking down at him. Giving a smile and politely addressing him.
Hello darling, my name is Lex Krane. I am a magic knight dispatched from the Blue Rose Knights To deal with your villages wolf problem. Though the details were a little scarce, I was wondering if you knew anything about the wolf problem or you could direct me to someone who would know more. Any information would be very helpful.
There has been a suspicious amount of wolves spotted by farmers on the outskirts of Hage. A request has been put forth to cull their numbers because concern is rising. Bring their pelts back to the farmers to reassure them of your success.
[break]Combat Style: Attack with a pack mentality, as they tend to attack one right after the other and coordinate, leaving their opponent little room to breathe
[break]Additional Information: Average looking wolves.
The Forsaken region, a place his former mentor held very close to his heart. A place where he himself had grown up, albeit far to the east of here, yet also one he held no particular love for. In truth, there wasn’t really any place in Clover or beyond that held any special connection to him. His interests and motivations were not bound by something silly as borders or locations, he just wanted to further his own development in all of its forms. It was essentially the one thing the black knight had entrusted him with before he left for good, for him to become a mage more powerful than just about anyone else. No pressure. To this day however, he remained motivated to one day upstage the former archmage of the black bulls by doing several odd jobs every week without pause. It was the only way in which he saw such a thing ever happening.
Whether it was a very intricate magical dungeon, a job that felt more like a chore that had him logging wood for the creation of magical brooms, even the kinds of jobs one would most likely not feel right pawning off to a fifteen year old boy. Being sent into the forest of witches to retrieve various plants to create a potent antidote, even hunting down a powerful and elusive vampire, it seemed to all have become part of his day to day life at this point. And Gawain wasn’t complaining. For the past few years, he had been honed as a weapon long before he met his mentor, ready to be pointed at someone and going in for the kill without asking any questions. While much of that had more or less been channeled out of him, it was never a bad thing to know about yourself. To be aware of those killer instincts that were always dwelling just beneath the surface.
Today however, he wanted to channel those bits of him that had grown beyond that point, the parts that had been taught to treasure nature and natural life. For some reason or another, it turned out that wolves had been more active around Hage, making life difficult for farmers by preying on their livestock and the farmhands working the fields. Because no one really knew what pushed these creatures that usually had food in abundance in the forests nearby to come this far south, requests had been put in with the magic knight squads for aid. The reason why a member of the Silver Eagles such as himself bothered to show up was twofold and simple: It was what his mentor would have wanted him to do, and it was good PR. As a squad that was generally composed of high society nobles and uptight pricks, Gawain believed it might be good for them to be seen this far north.
Thanks to his upbringing as a child and the time he spent with Griswold in the Aristaeus basin not too far from here, the ashen haired youth knew a thing or two about the forsaken region. Having traveled throughout this area quite a bit and even living in the orphanage of Hage for about a month or two, getting around was about as easy as it got. Getting the lay of the land had been rounded up and done in a matter of minutes, while asking the locals had only gotten him so far as not a whole lot of people trusted someone who wore his cloak. And for good reason, plenty of the nobles in his squad had no love for the lower class, and vice versa. Maybe if he could get this wolf problem to go away, he might start to build a bridge between the classes, or at the very least make way for some less angry feelings towards one another. And if he couldn’t, that was fine too, he was getting paid for this regardless.
So when a woman wearing the colors of the blue rose knights approached him and began talking about how she had been dispatched to help him and his village’s problems with wolves, Gawain just stared her dead in the eyes with a blank expression on her face. When she continued asking him about any pointers he might give her about the wolf problem in the area, he signed deeply. Allowing his mana to flare up a bit whilst striking a pose as he did so, he figured he’d let her experience first hand that he was not just some civilian who happened to be out here. He was a magic knight, and a fairly powerful one at that!
“Oi, who do you think I am? I’m not some random citizen, I’m Gawain, magic knight of the silver eagles!”
Though uncertain as to what her deal was, it seemed that she was not altogether sure herself as she apologized and went about her business. Just scratching himself behind the ears as he sighed, he too went about his merry way. He had come her for a reason, and that was to see to it that this place remained safe for the residents. Whenever Griswold spoke of the people here, he made it sound like they had rough lives, though they were also a whole lot more free than those further down south due to their proximity to the noble houses, the royal palace and the plethora of magic squads centered there. Though this also meant that criminals would sooner try their hands at their activities here, they also had way less to gain here, making it into a bit of a mixed bag of possibilities.
Gawain honestly could see the freedom provided by living this far away from high society, as he never really cared a whole lot for the super extravagant and flaunty nobles and royals. That said, he also did not really care a whole lot for filth and poor infrastructure, which was what this region had in abundance. But still, in spite of those things and factors, the people who were living here seemed relatively happy doing the things they did, all the while trying to live their best possible lives. If it were in any way possible, he too would have wanted to have a home away from society, though perhaps closer to the woodlands. The idea of having a little garden to toy around with, maybe even have a few animals to look after, it all sounded like it could be a lot of fun. But at the end of the day, he was a magic knight now, and he did not have the luxury of time.
He also didn’t have the money.
Unlike other magic knights, he was constantly out and about getting stronger and taking on missions wherever he might find them. And even though he was a senior magic knight, the lower ranking missions that were laying around at the bottom of the bin needed to be carried out as well. So as he went on asking questions and figuring out what had been happening in these parts, Gawain wondered if the woman he had met just before was going to try and work on the same problem without him. Although odd, it presented him with something he felt was quite fun: A challenger. Because if there was one thing that could provoke him to do a better job in less time, it was having someone to compete with and see who could do the same job best. Beginning to feel hyped, he stopped asking for anymore directions and began moving towards the problem area.
From what he had heard, the issue arose when wolves had been coming down from the forest, a region where they normally had more than enough food to go around. But as it would seem, something had gone wrong and sent the canines down into the more civilized, rural areas where they would prey on sheep and other cattle while also threatening the lives of farmers and farmhands. Ever since he was a kid, Gawain has always been fascinated by wolves, even though he wasn’t entirely sure why. His mother and father used to tell him a story of how their ancestors came to Clover, and how they had been guided through vast woodlands and away from a war that ravaged their homeland by a white wolf the size of a horse. They claimed that part of their heritage tied back to that wolf as its name was adapted by the survivors, tying them under the name “Gwynbleidd”.
So to now be the one that had to go about and kill a whole bunch of them as it meant saving the people of this region just felt wrong to him. Not because he did not want to look after the innocents that had to suffer because of these animals, but because he did not want to outright murder the creatures when he felt like there was more going on here. Unfortunately, he did not have the time of day right now to venture deeper into the woodlands and figure out what the hell was going on down there. But as he reached the site where the wolves had been causing problems, the boy realized that he would need to come up with a solution, and he would need to do it real soon.
Up ahead, he saw just as the wolves were coming down from the forest and ran amidst the sheep, farmhands running for their lives rather than trying to defend themselves. They clearly knew better than to try and stand up to a pack. For where one might draw your gaze, another might rip out your throat, as that was the modus operandi of the grey wolf. But these civilians were not like Gawain, they did not have his speed, nor did they have his power, which was something these wolves would learn soon enough. Dashing off as fast as he could towards the site of what would be carnage without him, he made up his mind as he closed the gap. Spotting six wolves, he would make sure to protect the farmhands first, prioritizing them over the sheep for the time being. Toning down his strength to acceptable levels, he struck.
A swift kick from mid-sprint against the side of one of the wolves sent it reeling as it winced in pain, drawing the attention of those that heard it. Moving along to punch another right against the snout, the creature fell over from the unexpected amount of force packed into the punch of what they could have only conceived as being a human child. Running up to help their own, one of the wolves jumped up to attack him from behind, only to be met with a punch right against the bottom of its jaw. From there on, as the wolf fell, Gawain had already begun moving again as there were still more to be dealt with. One of them received a kick against the head, aiming right behind the ear to ensure a proper concussion before throwing two wolves against one another by launching it with a flying, two-legged kick. From an outside point of view, watching a child brawling with all of these wolves must have been a truly odd sight to behold.
But as it happened, the wolves were quickly dissuaded, likely fearing the boy more than they feared whatever had been pushing them out of their former domain. Yelling loudly like a wild animal as a means of instilling further degrees of fear, he just watched as they ran off and disappeared into the treeline. For the time being, this would suffice in keeping the people here safe, though they would never truly be out of harms way until someone went into the forest and figured out what had initially spooked these animals so. That said, as soon as he was less busy with his other assignments, he would come back here on his own and put in the work himself. For now though, as much as it pained him, he would need to return to the royal capital…
