Tyrfing
TEER-fin(g)
Deputy Constable Tyrfing Nolles
Tyrfing is a violent, rules-light member of the Stewards. He is famous on Castrovel (particularly among the elven population) for settling matters with a sword.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Physically more powerful than most his size and quite a few taller. While no faster or more agile than others Tyrfing compensates with an almost preternatural sense of combat awareness.
Body Features
Above average height and physical fitness.
Facial Features
Sharp eyes, always clear and focussed.
A small scar that runs over the bridge of his nose, attained during a practice duel with his master Kerillian.
A small scar that runs over the bridge of his nose, attained during a practice duel with his master Kerillian.
Identifying Characteristics
Physical quirks
Tyrfing fights with a uniquely effortless style, each strike thrown with casual intent to maximise both offence and defence in a single fluid motion. This style has no name but "simple" in both form and function, forgoing unnecessary flourishes for only that which is most effective. Kerillian's view on the sword was that "victory excuses everything" - as such her style reflects this, being only concerned with efficiency rather than the spectacle of other styles.
Apparel & Accessories
Mental characteristics
Personal history
A detailed timeline of Tyrfing's life can be found here, or alternatively at the bottom of this page.
Gender Identity
Masculine
Sexuality
Straight
Education
- Advanced Combat Training using a wide variety of weapons, but with special emphasis placed upon bladed weapons.
- Basic knowledge of diplomatic principles.
- Above average knowledge of warfare, including history and stratagem.
Employment
- (Current) Deputy Constable with the Stewards. He is also a member of Ops, the secret police.
Accomplishments & Achievements
- Rescued hostages from armed insurgents.
- Cost Yirel his left eye.
Failures & Embarrassments
- Most of his training platoon died while rescuing hostages when a training exercise was co-opted into a real situation.
- Yirel is still alive.
- Once attempted to date an Elf by the name of Vette. It did not go well. Tyrfing does not like to talk about it.
Mental Trauma
- Tyrfing still suffers from nightmares of the assault on Nabokon Hospital, and the deaths of his fellow Initiates that he still feels are on his head.
- Tyrfing also remains distrustful and skeptical about the Draw Gates, a fear that has spread to all types of teleportation magic. At best he is wary of teleportation magic, and outright distrustful at worst.
Intellectual Characteristics
Enjoys most forms of music, surprisingly his favourite is elvish which Tyrfing considers somewhat annoying.
Morality & Philosophy
Good men mean well, we don't always do well.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
A desire to hone his craft to new heights. In order to fight and defeat his own master.
Helps those who can not help themselves and has a particular soft spot for those who feel like strangers in their own homes.
Savvies & Ineptitudes
- Skilled dancer.
- Terrible musician.
- Surprisingly good singer.
Likes & Dislikes
Unlike his parents, after growing up around elves and finding them to usually be insufferable (with a few exceptions) Tyrfing had no desire to help improve relations with elvenkind. In his own experience, most of his relationships with elves improved once he'd beaten them black and blue then they left him alone. Backed by his combat skills and general knowledge of warfare he applied to work for the Stewards and was accepted.
Virtues & Personality perks
Almost supernatural understanding of the sword.
Vices & Personality flaws
- Serious dislike of Elves leads him to being biased against any decision made regarding them.
- Due to his upbringing loves a good fight more than just about anything else.
Personality Quirks
Has a tendency to swear in Druw'th when he doesn't think it can be heard by anyone else.
Hygiene
Washes with a soap, shampoo and conditioner that has no scent, only killing bacteria and germs. This is so that when in the field he can brush his armour with the local flora and eliminate, or at least reduce, an enemy's ability to track him by scent.
Social
Family Ties
Tyrfing has siblings, but his mother (Lilya Nolles) and father (Aerav Nolles) are still alive and well. They both are assistants to Human emissaries from Absalom Station, currently stationed within one of the larger elven cities on Castrovel. While never truly accepted by the elven community the family is still able to live a comfortable life as one of the few non-elves within Sovyrian.
While neither human was particularly important overall, they were upper middle class and useful due to a combination of their ability to speak Castrovelian and easy going nature (which meant they were unlikely to be offended by the elves' xenophobic tendencies). This made them the perfect people for the job in helping maintain relations with the other cities, while a senior diplomat dealt with the elven government as a whole. However, they never entered the city of Eluriel, as all races excepting elf-kin are forbidden within the city's limits: a law that frustrated the diplomat to no end.
While neither human was particularly important overall, they were upper middle class and useful due to a combination of their ability to speak Castrovelian and easy going nature (which meant they were unlikely to be offended by the elves' xenophobic tendencies). This made them the perfect people for the job in helping maintain relations with the other cities, while a senior diplomat dealt with the elven government as a whole. However, they never entered the city of Eluriel, as all races excepting elf-kin are forbidden within the city's limits: a law that frustrated the diplomat to no end.
Religious Views
The Cycle, a Solarian belief situated around the life and death cycle of stars.
Social Aptitude
Blunt. Unless attempting to butter one up or deceive them.
Hobbies & Pets
Enjoys listening to Elven Power Ballads on his personal datapad. If in his own quarters and having the ability to lock the door he will do so after seeing just how soundproof it is and sing along.
Favourite Power Ballad: Kiss From a Rose
Listens to Akitonian Hard Rock if he thinks people may be able to hear him...sung in Common.
Favourite Power Ballad: Kiss From a Rose
Listens to Akitonian Hard Rock if he thinks people may be able to hear him...sung in Common.
Wealth & Financial state
Not overly wealthy. Tryfing tries to keep just enough money on him to pay for the necessities while everything else (while enjoyable) is seen as unnecessary.
"Do you think it'll kill him?"
"I never asked for a miracle. I'll get things done myself."
Alignment
Chaotic Good
Current Location
Species
Conditions
Ethnicity
Currently Held Titles
Previously Held Ranks & Titles
Year of Birth
296 AG
28 Years old
Birthplace
Sovyrian, Castrovel, Castrovel
Children
Gender
Male
Eyes
Dark blue
Hair
Short, ruffled, black
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Pale skin
Height
180cm (5′ 10")
Weight
99.7kg (219.9lbs)
Quotes & Catchphrases
"Well...shit."
Aligned Organization
Other Affiliations
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Mission 01- Second Entry.
317 AG
First I would like it to be noted that we were wrong earlier and we're actually not on a Moon.
Zanderbey was thinking of the wrong report. We are in fact on a planet.
I realise that it may be a small thing to mention but when you might die soon you may just
want to be proven right one more time before it happens.
Don't judge me.
So here we are. Suck inside a security booth with one entrance being pounded on by what I can only assume is a few hundred ghouls. Sooner or later they're going open this bitch up like a tin can and eat us. I do not look forward to this.
Zanderbey managed to turn the second scatter gun we picked up in here into a bomb. May take out a few. But from what I can hear it's probably not going to make too much of a difference.
Maybe there's another way out?
XXX
Alright so we're not dead just yet. Not that our situation is too much better. We're in the vents the same vents that we know the Ghouls use to move around some of the time. So I'm not exactly super jazzed about that. Still my physical remains are not currently sitting in several Ghouls colons, or whatever their approximation of that is, sooo silver lining?
Silver Lining.
As it turned out there was a Ysoki hiding in the vents. Led us out. Guess Chip figured it was his best chance of getting out of this cursed place alive. Not going to lie it probably is, but chances all round still ain't looking to be the greatest. Zanderbey saw a Datapad with some power in the Mess Hall through one of the cameras in the security booth. If we are lucky then maybe just maybe it'll have some sort of note about a secondary exit.
Here's hoping.
XXX
Got the Datapad.
Set Several Ghouls on Fire.
Mess Hall compromised needed to lock door and leg it.
Will update again when not running for life.
XXX
We crawled through the vents again. Eneded up just past the security booth. Still has several hundred Ghouls trying, and currently failing, to get in. Judging by what Chip, Zanderbey and I could see it'll take them another two to two and a half hours to get inside. Zanderbey has assured me that the bomb will defintiely still be working when they make it inside. Nice to know that a consolation prize awaits these bastards.
We got lucky.
The Datapad didn't have a lot on it, and some of it was kinda disturbing. Whoever owned it talked about talking to Laura in accounts a lot. Later mentioned that asking for a date. It did not go well. After which it stated that her husband was equally unamused, but I digress.
The useful though less dramatic, and creepy part of the Datapad. Noted that theirs a Landing Pad down in the Labs past the criminal holding cells. Chip had nothing good to say about those. Apparently every so often scientists would come and take someone into the lower labs. Prisoners went in and never came back out. Which about matches up with everything else we've seen since we got here.
I'm lucky that Master had me hunt so many beasts on Castrovel. I can track these things pretty easily. Gotta try to get into the ambush predator, pack hunter mindset. Rather than the Alpha predators she used to have me track. Master liked fighting them. Though if we found a wounded one near the end of my training she'd occasionally joke about throwing me in the deep end.
At least I really hope she was joking.
None of the alpha predators on Castroval could be considered push overs even when they're seriously injured.
Anyway judging by the number of cells in the prisoner quarters the Ghouls numbers add up. Also I'm pretty sure that everything I've seen here would count towards some kind of major war crime. I swear if I get out of this alive I'm going to slap as many charges as I can against these assholes. Staring with the major stuff and then the really petty stuff. Like their walkways not being up to code, or the stuff in the Medbay not being labelled properly.
I'm going to be really petty.
XXX
Soooo now I know how the Ghouls got everywhere.
They were testing out a virus and when one of the test subjects got out of control rather than use the antidote on the people it infected the lead scientist decided he wanted to take a look at how people changed in an uncontrolled environment.
Has anyone else started getting uncomfortable ever since the word Mad started fitting comfortably before the word Scientist?
No?
Just Me?
Okay Then.
Sooo the fight is a bit of blur apparently I lost it there for a bit and slipped into some kind of berserker rage. So I don't really remember most of it. Apparently I was busting up, and getting busted up. By a couple of crazy mofo's with tasers before some biologically enhanced Ghouls broke out of their containment.
Then we ran like scared little girls.
Oh and Zanderbey actually managed to hit something with that gun of his. This time it was a target at range too! Even if the first one was stationary.
To top it all off as we escaped we killed the last Bio-Monster Ghoul by peppering it with fire from a gun ship while I threw a Photoblast the size of a small bus, or maybe even a modest Cafe, at it.
I've been in and out of consciousness for the last few hours.
I'm going to get some more sleep.
Mission 01- First Entry.
317 AG
Who in the hell sets up a research base on a fucking ICE PLANET of all places?
Have they even seen a horror movie? Do they want Brain Parasites!?
Because that's how you get Brain Parasites.
Anyway I've been teamed up with a guy called Zanderbey. Seems nice enough.
He's carrying a pretty large crate though....wonder how long it'll take him to ask
me to carry it?
They gave us Grav Shutes to get down. Only had a little training on how to use
them hope I don't die on impact. If they wanted an air insertion they should have
sent someone trained in that. Well no use crying about it now. Still air insertion
is still better than being damn teleported any day of the week.
XXX
You know hitting the ground hurts a hell of a lot less with a Grav Shute.
Not sure why that surprises me as much as it does. Anyway now it's
time to trudge through a few hundred meters of ice and snow up to my
damn balls to reach this damn research station. God's above I hate
today.
Say what you want about Castrovel, and I do most of bad. But at least
the climate was too my liking. Going from temperate to this has not
been fun to say the least. Least there's less chance of grisly death by
Mega Fauna here I think...I hope.
XXX
So the security team managed to get itself locked out of the damn
base and don't have another way in. Oh that's brilliant that just
peachy keen. Never thought I'd miss Castroval and the Elves,
and you know what I still don't.
Go to hell. Snooty knife eared pricks.
Zanderbey tried to open the door. But that went nowhere.
Considering the size of the damn door and how tight security seems
to be. Inside at least. That does not surprise me. According to Zanderbey
before the console up and die on him it flashed up a warning about something
being out of containment.
Considering this is an ice planet and there's a research station here I feel
somewhat alright stating that its probably some kind of horrific biological
weapon. But maybe I've just watched The Thing too many times. I'd say
that I had a bad feeling about this but considering we're stewards being
sent to look in on an unresponsive outpost that feels more than a little
redundant.
The Head of the security goons out here called someone when we got here
and mentioned being stewards. Not sure why. But I do care. Because I do
not feel like fighting several rent-a-cops to the death out here while I'm in
the middle of getting frostbite. That said it might be happening either way.
Gotta push him a bit see how he reacts. He's off balance at the moment let's
see if I can't make that to my advantage....
Nope that was bust.
Almost pulled a gun on me. Backed down when I mentioned that Zanderbey
and I were here on a peacekeeping mission. Not an extermination mission.
Then I begged for his life by asking him not to change one into the other.
Thankfully we didn't have to fight them to the death. On the other hand I may
have just single handedly torpedoed our chances of getting more aid. Not
sure that was worth it to be honest. Still I now trust these guys less than
I did when we got here and I wasn't even sure that was possible.
Apparently if we can't get the door open then there's a cave we can get in
through. Unfortunately anything that goes through dies. They're not entirely
sure of the why or the how. Yet again proving that they are absolutely
amazing at their jobs by leaving a potential entrance at the mercy of
something they don't know about. Apparently no one did any real recon
because whatever was in their killed things. Should have sent a damn
probe down and at least taken a look, but nope not even that.
Then again maybe they're just trying to get Zanderbey and I killed.
Not outside the realm of possibility after all.
I asked about trying that data panel again to open the door again.
According to Zanderbey he may be able to give it another go but
if something go's wrong it's going to blow up. And we're not going
to know somethings going wrong before it explodes, and embeds
red hot metal into every fuckstick in a ten meter radius.
I'd rather take my chances with the cave. At least my sword may be
of some use in there.
XXX
So about that early Mega Fauna note.
I was wrong.
Apparently this planet has Apex Predators the size of large speeders on it.
Not sure what they eat given a creature of that size would need some
serious sustenance to achieve and maintain that size.
But yeah this place is starting to remind me of a colder version of 'home'
that is not a good thing.
Also Zanderbey just told me this is a Moon not a Planet.
I am not going back and rewriting parts of this now though. Don't even
know if I'll bother saying moon from now on unless I can preface it with
'That's No' before hand. Oh and apparently that crate Zanderbey had
me haul over the last few kilometers had a mechanical fox called
Shadow in it. The Fox seems pretty cool. Not going to ask where he
got it. Given the evasive look Zanderbey gave me when I asked a
question I get the feeling I do not want to know.
Oh also he turned Shadow's create into a makeshift bomb to throw
at the FAG's (Freaky Alien Geno-type's) we encountered before. So
Zanderbey is okay in my book. Now it's just a matter of negotiating
this massive seemingly deserted complex because I can just see
this ending soooo well.
XXX
It was brain parasites.
I fucking hate being right sometimes.
XXX
HOW!?
HOW DO YOU MISS A POINT BLANK SHOT WITH A
FREAKING SHOTGUN TWICE!!!
I have lost some respect for Zanderbey I'm not going to
lie. Still not everyone is comfortable in close combat so
I'm not going to hold it against him. Besides I was told
that he was here for Technical Support while I was here
to take care of combat. So I shouldn't be surprised I guess.
Anyway now we're stuck inside the security room while
about 40 of those poor bastards that the Parasites have
taken over are on the other side of the door. Not sure how
I'm gonna get out of this one.
If I'm going to get out of this one.
Mission 01- Interlude
So apparently the Stewards are buying the drinks tonight in celebration of a successful mission! Now that's the kind of reward I can get behind. Granted I'd also like to be paid but I guess I can wait the next couple of days while its processed. So long as our bosses are footing the bill and I don't have to worry about finding accommodation I'll be just fine!
XXX
I got pretty drunk. Hell I still am pretty drunk. Not going to lie I shouldn't have ordered that Castrovelian Elf wine. Master always liked it and I gotta admit it's not bad, but it was never really my thing over all. More of a spirits type guy myself. A good Vodka and all that jazz.
Hey Journal? You ain't gonna be read by anyone else right?
So...can I share....a dirty little secret with you?
I'm......Infatuated with crossing blades.
No.
Even that doesn't do it justice.
I'm Obsessed with it.
It's funny really.
Master learned how to heal and opened herself up to others so that she could keep fighting forever.
I closed myself off from others and sealed most of my strength away so that I could keep fighting forever.
I only ever fight with one hand. I make my movements larger and more exaggerated than they need to be so my enemy has a better chance of dodging or blocking. I even use attacks that are wholly impractical like jumping slashes rather than more sensible attacks that would end the fight faster. Hell on my worst days I even substitute brute strength for skill.
When they should work together to form a perfect symphony.
I even use more Soliarian techniques than sword based ones. All for the sake of enjoying battle for just a little longer.
If I didn't hold back that much......
I'm scared that my enemies would be so weak I wouldn't even be able to savour the battle.
My Master told me once why she chose me. It wasn't my physical attributes. Though they were part of the consideration. She told me it was my attitude. Being brought up around Elves bred disdain for them in me. They made no secret they didn't like me being in their city, and I made no secret that I resented them for it.
I was more than willing to brawl with the other kids when they decided to make an issue of it.
She told me 'You are just like me. You have more in common with a Demon than a Mortal. You eat violence and slurp blood. Kill or be Killed. I'm sure you can't even imagine a better way to spend your days.' I was thirteen when she said that. Frankly I was sure she was messing with me. It didn't happen all that often, but Master did do it on occasion. It didn't help she was tasting wines that night.
She was right though.
These days I really can't think of a better way to pass the time.
I'm not some kind of sociopath though.
I'm not about to go on a killing spree, or start butchering women and children. But a real battle that pushes me to my absolute limits against a worthy adversary.
I really can't even imagine something better.
All the time I spent on Castrovel I spent among Elves.
I don't like them.
They don't like me.
But you know?
I think some part of me envied them.
They were weak.
At least the ones that tried to fight me for the honour of being Master's student were. But even though they were weak. They were welcomed with smiles and greetings in the city. I always got ice cold faces and no one spoke to me unless I asked them something first. Even then they were always dismissive.
I think I hated them for that.
For that simple kindness.
I envied the weak ones.
Maybe that's why I liked Master and Macha so much?
They were the only two Elves.....that ever made me happy.
The others were weak. So I was overwhelmed when I found people; even if it was in different ways, just as strong as I was.
Can't believe I reminisced this much about the past. I'll probably delete this part later. But I'll get some sleep now.
Gonna need to sleep off this hangover tomorrow.
XXX
Okay we're wanted criminals now.
Great.
That's fan-fucking-tastic.
Captain Del'Grey wants us dead because we know about his illegal foray into biological weapons, and worse for him we have proof. Which means we more or less have the entire planets worth of Bounty Hunters after our necks.
Bright side!
Zanderbey and I now have a new scalely companion in Julakesh. He thinks there's something fishy about all this and is willing to hear us out if nothing else.
The first wave of Bounty Hunters included some low rent thugs from Next-Step. I hate those terrorist bastards so Gods damn much. I'll admit to being angry about having the bottom of the barrel sent after us and the complete lack of respect that implies, but a dead member of Next-Step is a good member in my opinion so I guess it all balances out.
We're heading to see Julakesh's boss Ted Goldworthy he works under Del'Grey but Scales seems to think he can help and we don't really have any better options. I could try and get a message out to Macha. See if she'd be willing to get us off planet, but I have no idea how long it would take her to get the message let alone for her to get here.
Besides even if she was willing to help I don't want her caught up in all this if I can avoid it.
XXX
Ted seems nice enough. Taking us to the local Cop Shop since they may be willing to help.
Hopefully they don't just shoot us on sight.
P.S- Apparently I wrote something while drunk. I'll need to go over it later and do some editing.
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