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I'm going for the skinny one.

What build are you talking about? I'll be playing an Anemone Animist with an anime-style character portrait and an animated sword.
Maybe we can play Quenta today if I have time; otherwise, tomorrow evening.

Briefly for Arandor

Seeking a teacher and a way to help him, Gulveig traveled through Nakiri for a long time. There she roughed up mutants, learned to storm, and accidentally chugged a miracle potion from Alessia.

Endless green plains. A free land where the wind of travel is valued more than claims on foreign lands. There is, frankly speaking, enough land here for everyone. If Arteria once truly merged with the Visterian continent, then Reginleif is undoubtedly its head — bright, yearning for love and justice, but sometimes heavy, restless, forced to make hard decisions. Nakiri, in contrast to that island, is the lungs and heart, worrying about tomorrow no more than necessary — a place where you can truly feel life.

Unfortunately, the lungs, like the rest of the organism, suffered from grave illnesses these days. Few could protect the plains from hordes of monsters strolling across them like owners, taking advantage of the absence of ragnite lanterns. And so today, a caravan passing through Nakiri bristled with patrols, stopping on a hill. However, the travelers did not feel safe, despite the guards and the lit campfire. Frankly, the campfire flame dancing in the gusts of wind only reminded them more strongly of what wild country they were in.

— Mind if I warm up by your fire? — a Nakirian spearman stepped into the camp. His hat concealed his sun-bleached short-cropped hair and a cunning beard of the same color.
— Hey, Snag, you blockhead, what are you doing there? — shouted a fat merchant leading the caravan into the night emptiness. — The idea was that we'd be guarded! Now it's a man, and the next minute we'll have mutant buffalo running through here, huh?
— You're the blockhead yourself, don't you teach me! — came a voice from somewhere behind the rocks in reply. From the voice, it was clear the guard had taken a sip or two from his flask while on duty.
— Please, pay no attention, and have a seat, — the second guard, resting by the fire and waiting for his shift, nodded courteously to the local.
— You're good people, — the newcomer smiled and laughed quietly at something; though his new acquaintances noted that the Nakirian's laugh was unpleasant. — Well then... Oh, how lovely! — he sat by the fire and began warming his hands.
— Indeed, — the merchant tore himself away from thoughts of incompetent guards and lit a cigar. — Winter this year turned out... Though here it always blows right up your codpiece.
— It's warm during the day, — the caravan guard said thoughtfully. — If you don't sit under the wagon roof but turn your face to the blazing sun, you can charge up on its energy for a whole day.
— And then treat the blisters on your skin. And who might you be? — to the Nakirian. — I'm Zofrast, and this is my caravan, seeee...
— Corsen. Corsen is my name, — the local replied. — I'm a shepherd. Hear the bleating? Those are mine.
— Must be tough these days guarding sheep from the wilds, isn't it? — asked the guard.
— Nah, the sheepdogs do the trick! — he smiled. — And I'm no slouch myself. Though it used to be easier.
The conversation went on — about this and that, and gradually drifted into telling various stories. Corsen took the floor.
It's true what they say, that nature in recent years has turned from our friend into an enemy. Many creatures abhorrent to nature roam Nakiri and threaten the sheep. But worst of all are the red dogs tainted by Darkness. The Darkness stokes their hunger, so they gather into enormous packs, like locusts. And then, all at once, they take off and run somewhere, race... Tearing, gnawing, killing everything and everyone in their path. And they only stop when the Darkness consumes all their strength and they die, never reaching their phantom goal.

Fortunately, such an invasion doesn't happen every year. Last year... It just so happened.

The Assol tribe thought with dread of the coming calamity. They knew neither the time nor even the year when it would happen, but the dogs hadn't come for a long while, several years in a row, which meant they were bound to appear soon. The only sure way to avoid casualties was to hide, to move to an area where the ravenous beasts wouldn't pass through. Fortunately, tents and livestock were always ready to move. But then a drought struck, and it turned out that not every place could host a camp — sheep, though not red dogs, also need to eat... The tribe had to go to another place and cross a dangerous region, hoping that the worst wouldn't catch them on the way.
One day the tribe was walking along a long canyon. No sooner had they stopped for a rest than Corsen heard a woman's cry for help from somewhere nearby, and the Nakirian had to hurry to its source, briefly leaving his sheep to his sheepdogs. Running to the canyon's edge, he saw a girl lying on a scree slope, clearly battered, but by some Arterian miracle not having fallen further into the canyon and thus still alive.
— Mother, someone really did come, — she said, awkwardly holding onto the slope with one hand while clutching a spear with the other. — Please, pull me out!
— How did you... Ah, damn you, I'm coming! — Corsen hastily pulled out a rope and tossed one end to the girl. — Tie yourself up! Quick, why are you doing it with one hand, huh?!
The girl, as best she could, tied the rope firmly to her belt, grabbed hold of it, and the Nakirian began hauling up the poor thing, complaining aloud about how heavy she was and telling her to just drop that stupid spear, it was in the way. To which he only got in reply:
— I won't drop it! Pull harder!
Finally, the poor girl — a beautiful young woman, quite pretty, with intelligent braids and a shapely figure — stood on solid ground, and contrary to all common sense, pulled her spear up with her. Corsen was surprised to see that on its other end, which had been hidden in the darkness of the gorge all this time, hung some small reddish lump — a red wolf pup, no less.
— Thank you for saving me! — the girl bowed. — Though some of the comments were, of course, uncalled for.
"You wouldn't have had any problems with me if you ate properly."
— My name is Gulveig. Gulveig of Baldr, — following the Nakirian's gaze, Vega decided to explain:
— Well, you see, a little doggy — I saw it was stuck and couldn't just walk past. Who knew the slope would collapse? By the way, is it yours by any chance? Or maybe — she noticed the tents and sheep in the distance — do you know its owner?
Corsen shook his head, smiled, and took the pup in his arms. What was this girl thinking?
— It's mine, all right. I'm Corsen. Corsen is my name, — he stood there thoughtfully for a while, then laughed.
— Well, you sure gave an old man a scare! That's how it goes — fools and strangers roam the plains, and then you go looking for them in the chasms. Well, I figure you've had enough adventure for today — come on, you'll be our guest.
— Baldr... I've heard of that somewhere. Quite a name for your girl there, of course, — the merchant Zofrast chewed on his cigar, sitting by the fire.
— There was a story in Marion, — his guard sat dreamily-sad, staring at the stars. — Some woman from Baldr seduced a famous paladin and ruined his wedding. And the paladin was considered a hero... Maybe it was her, what do you think, Corsen?
— Who knows? I haven't heard such foolish stories, and Marion these days is nothing but a band of robbers.
— Is that so?..
— Hey-hey, — Zofrast turned to his guard. — Isn't it about time you relieved Snag, eh, friend?
— Snag hasn't come back yet, so let him keep guarding... So, you haven't heard about Marion? Maybe I'll tell you what the papers wrote? A fine story.
Corsen smiled.
— Well, let me finish, and then we'll see. I'll only say that these days it's all turned upside down, and the wind often blows into the ground. The pure turn out impure, the impure pure, Arteria forgets her sons and daughters, while the scoundrels who don't believe in her are held in high esteem. That's why there are so many spirits and deities around now — someone new appears, someone wakes from the darkness of ages, they see the place is empty, and so they strive to fill it, — Corsen fingered the wooden wolf amulet around his neck. — Well, I personally have nothing against them, nor against Arteria. The main thing is that freedom and harmony return to the world, and how that happens — that's not my business. I'm just a shepherd.
The Assol tribe and the Serberian girl Gulveig, as it turned out, needed to go in the same direction, so from that moment they were together. Gulveig of Baldr turned out to be an extremely clumsy girl by nature, but virtuous and brave. In exchange for shelter and food, she took upon herself many of the tribe's duties: carrying heavy loads and water, helping with moving and setting up camp. Together with Corsen and the other tribal defenders, she stood against the numerous monsters lying in wait for travelers on the road, and even once against bandits seeking easy prey. Had it not been for Gulveig of Baldr's help — her spear and healing power — the Assol tribe would have lost many of its people in those skirmishes, if they had managed to get through at all. The places were, no matter what you say, the most dangerous. But the girl's Serberian training was good, as was her equipment, clearly earned in adventures through blood and sweat. After all the adventures they'd been through, the young defenders had practically fallen in love with her, and the little ones were crazy about the courteous girl who never missed a chance to play with them or entertain them with a story — about Arterian heroes, about valkyries... Gulveig was, after all, a devout believer and remained in constant dialogue with her Mother Arteria.

Though sometimes one could catch Vega with a thoughtful and sad expression on her face. And so it happened one night that Corsen caught her like that during a meteor shower.
— What happened in your past that, with such a carefree present, you can't smile sincerely, eh, Gulveig?
The Arterian tried to change her expression, but, deciding she'd been caught, grew embarrassed.
— It doesn't matter, it was and it's done.
— Our country... Our fields... Even our very fighting style, which you're slowly learning from me, presupposes lightness. Lightness in thoughts. In the heart. In communication. Who am I to you, just some shepherd, right? You'll stay with us a few more weeks and then we'll part ways forever. What happens if you tell me? You left someone important to you there, didn't you?
— Yes, I suppose... I left Serberia right on the eve of a looming war. Of course, doubts creep in.
— Well then, you'd have fought, if you wanted to.
— I don't want to, — the girl cut off, then sighed. — I managed to travel around that country... And not only it. In those travels I realized I don't share the interests of those people and that country. They're strange... Ready to do utterly insane things for petty, selfish ambitions. And our queen... She scares me sometimes. People rule with their minds, cunning, charisma — each in their own way. But Sofia — with flattery and cleavage.
Corsen couldn't help but cast a glance at his interlocutor, as if to say "look who's talking," earning a "Hey!" look in return.
— From what my father told me back in the day, I understood that he wanted King Albert on the throne, and Sofia, supposedly, was with him... But he became greatly worried about Serberia as it had become — he hadn't expected such an outcome. I think he was hiding something else from us... At any rate, when we encountered terrible villainy in our adventures, for my father it didn't seem... Truly unexpected. Something big and something terrible is brewing in that country, and I realized I don't want to contribute to it. I won't protect anyone that way — I'll only make the world worse, supposedly trying to fulfill my duty. And besides... Rojenthal is an Arterian country, I don't want to fight them, not of my own free will.
— But not everyone in your Baldr shared your views?
— Yes... Some, of course, also decided to leave, like me. I, in fact, hadn't been there for long stretches lately either. But one of my friends... We were both Arterians, but she lost heart. At first it was hard to notice — she hid it from me very diligently, didn't want to upset me. But I'm not that unobservant — I realized that her prayer had become entirely for show, and that Kalentia was rather dreaming of the idea of self-perfection through human means... And had been dreaming of it for a long time.
— Well, that's not a crime, you'll agree.
— Those are Queen Sofia's ideas...
— So what of it?
— Well, it doesn't really matter to me, but I was counting on Kalentia. Very, very much counting. So much horror and so many mistakes happened in my past that at some point I realized — only the intervention of higher powers could save the situation and help me fix everything. Help the people I love.
— And you wanted Kalentia to pray to Arteria with you?
— I wanted her to pray for me. My dream... My dream is for Mother to answer my prayers and give me the strength she gives to her daughters.
Her interlocutor couldn't help but whistle, and Vega continued.
— But no valkyrie became one on her own. A girl with exceptional faith prays to Arteria, and the people around her see that faith and through it gain faith themselves. Not just anyone becomes a daughter of Arteria. Someone very strong and virtuous. Someone who channels faith in Mother through herself. Someone who comes to be revered and respected, and about whom people think — yes, she... This beautiful maiden — she could become a valkyrie. And then... Everything works out. That's why I wanted Kalentia to believe in Arteria — she would have helped me so much that way. Her faith would have joined mine and given the push I needed. I think we parted on a sad note when I told her all this. Though I didn't want that, but such are my cards of fate — I often ruin everything.
...
— And why did I suddenly tell you all this?
— Such are these nights. When stars fall, people's hearts open. And so, was it only your friend that troubled you?
— No... Truthfully, there were other pupils too. And children. I wanted to move the children to a safer place, but I just couldn't... I can't do it alone — what if something happens to me in distant lands? In any case, I hope there won't be a war in Baldr. Our lands aren't particularly needed by anyone.
— Well, did you leave anyone trustworthy there?
— Yes and no...
— You have a strange way of thinking. If you're going to gain supernatural powers, why a valkyrie? You could have aimed even higher, straight for divinity! Look around — everyone does it, and they don't ask Arteria. Of course, you'll need followers and admirers, but, you know, since by your own words even valkyries need them, what's the difference? You could have achieved everything yourself and not depended on Arteria's whim — convenient, isn't it?
— Oh no, — Gulveig answered rather sharply. — That would definitely be wrong. What would remain of our faith if everyone did that, each in their own corner? In any case, you're just joking around, — she turned away, clearly deciding that Corsen was mocking her.
For a while the interlocutors were silent, both somewhat embarrassed by the confessions that had occurred.
The silence was broken by the Nakirian's laugh.
— You know what, Gulveig of Baldr? Since your friend doesn't want to help you, in that case, I propose a deal to you.
— What... How?
— Just like this. You help me, and I'll help you. I'll help make people think better of you, know more about you, believe in your closeness to Arteria. What's more — I'm ready to become your "follower" myself, if you want. But — I'll ask a certain favor of you.
— My deity, — Corsen showed the wolf amulet on his neck. — Is suffering greatly from the Darkness tainting the lands. I know, I feel, that his altar has fallen ill with corruption, but I alone cannot cleanse it. I'm a good fighter, but still not that good. So... Gulveig, help me, and in return you'll have my devotion. Hm?
The Arterian, of course, was not prepared to receive such an offer from a pagan. Though she had helped various nature spirits before, the current format was clearly new to her. She didn't fear spirits nor shun them, but she didn't love them either, considering them an ordinary natural phenomenon — bad if they drew faith away from Mother Arteria, but otherwise essentially harmless. However, evil magic that spoils nature was something one truly didn't want to turn a blind eye to — not for someone claiming the title of an Arterian warrior.
— I'll try to help, — Gulveig agreed.
Zofrast was snoring loudly by the fire, already in his ninth dream, but his guard was still listening with interest.
— It's good to have insomnia — you don't miss all the interesting parts. And what happened then, Mister Corsen? Did that girl, Gulveig, manage?
— One of the following days...
— Lady Cleofina! — Gulveig joyfully greeted the woman who had come to watch their weapons training with Corsen.
— What lady am I to you, Gulveig, just Cleofina, — the latter replied, retaining her freshness and charm despite her no longer youthful age. She confidently and gracefully made her way to the Nakirian.
— Hi, Cleo! Something happen?
— Nothing, just... — she takes him by the chin and looks at him with a sly glint. — You spend so much time with our guest, and so little in our tent, that I'm starting to get a little jealous.
— Iiiis that so, — Corsen drawled. — Gulveig, go ask Bumi to spar with you a bit, and then we'll continue, alright? — and almost immediately got tangled up in Cleo's embrace.
Vega watched this display of puppy-like affection in public with a bit of skepticism. Though, it wasn't the first time. Everything in Nakiri really was easy, and that often applied to relationships too — one could get used to it. And one had to admit that Corsen and Cleo looked good together.
Gulveig took her bag and went to look for Bumi. She found him quickly, though, in the company of other boys and girls, some of whom were fighters.
— You know, Gulveig, that's not fair, — said one of the young men, having heard the proposal, and blushing for some reason. — You heal yourself! You'll run our Bumi ragged, won't you, Bumi? And you're all fresh yourself. So I'll keep him company, then — we'll take turns!
Several more boys and girls immediately expressed the same desire, and they headed to the training ground.
When Corsen came an hour later to check on his student, she was completely exhausted and out of breath from having to fight a whole crowd under the blazing sun. The Arterian took advantage of the pause caused by the Nakirian's arrival and reached with uncooperative hands into her bag for water, draining the bottle in a couple of gulps without looking.
— Gulveig, you're not drinking alcohol in the middle of the day, I hope? Take care of your health, — Corsen noticed the look of the beautiful patterned bottle and the unusual color of the liquid.
The girl... Looked at him somehow strangely. Then at the bottle. Then peered into her bag. Her face, red from the heat and training just moments before, gradually lost its living color, and Gulveig became like a mythical snow maiden, and then she sank to the ground like an ice sculpture that had suddenly melted and broken.
Corsen rushed to her, sensing something was wrong.
— What's wrong with you? What did you drink?
— It's... Just... Nothing. Just... Medicine. Medicine for a person important to me, — for the first time in all this time, Corsen saw tears on the girl's face.
— Well now. That's sad. I wonder who that medicine was meant for?
— I don't know. But then, by a surprising irony of Arteria, it turned out that it healed the girl herself. Did I mention she was clumsy? And suffered greatly because of it, both in peaceful pursuits and in battle. Surely the incident happened for the same reason of eternal absent-mindedness. But now that was in the past. The tribe was quite surprised to see that Gulveig naturally possessed decent grace.
Corsen was glad to see his student's progress, especially since he often told her that the best Nakirian warriors must absolutely use the agility of the wind, and that, generally speaking, even armor and a shield at a certain level of skill rather get in the way. Now Gulveig could herself feel what it meant to fight in the true style of the plains, even if she hadn't grown enough to give up the shell she donned in battle. It didn't bring her particular joy... But, as with all other decisions of Arteria, she made peace with this case too, and was grateful.

Bad news comes unexpectedly. So this time the wind brought the tribe the thunder of thousands of paws just as it was preparing to leave the danger zone in the coming days — it had missed by just a little. The decision was made quickly — they needed to hide in the caves, blocking the entrances, otherwise simple nomads couldn't hope to survive the onslaught of a cloud of red mutant wolves. Such places were found, belongings (except the most necessary) abandoned. Corsen with his sheep went into one network of caves, and the people found another; in the end there was room for everyone.

Many prayers were said then, and even the most skeptical seemed to ask Arteria to shelter them from this calamity, and their prayers were heard. When the horde of enemies ran past, with howling, barking, wild jackal-like sounds, when they noticed the smell of people and tried to get inside the caves, no one succeeded. The monsters only clawed furiously and bared their teeth at the rocks piled against the caves in powerless rage, but in the end, having gotten nothing, they rushed past, leaving death in their wake.

When it was all over, Gulveig hurried to find Corsen to make sure he was safe too. However, the girl saw with horror that his cave had for some reason been unsealed, sheep remains were scattered everywhere and blood spilled, and tainted red dogs were racing wildly through the whole scene. The picture was terrible — some of the wolves looked as if covered in burns, some with crystalline backs, jaws, or legs, others wreathed in flame or dripping poison from their maws. And their eyes... Empty, soulless, lost. As if the girl had seen such before... Suppressing the rising fear, Gulveig of Baldr readied her trusty weapon and rushed into battle to fight her way to Corsen, if he was still alive.

The Arterian, seeing the peculiarities of her opponents, did everything possible to keep them at a distance and stab, stab, stab... The pack was terrible and fierce, the pack was hungry. Sheep weren't enough for it, and it wanted to snack on this nutritious girl, but the girl stood firmly on her feet. If she let an enemy through and received a bite, a burn, or some ailment, she healed herself as best she could, but she stood. These weren't all the dogs, only those separated from the main darkness, but still this horde was mortally dangerous even for the best warriors. Gulveig stood, taking hits on her shield, dodging, swinging her spear around in a frenzied rhythm, sweeping all enemies away in a cyclone, healing herself... And in her ears rang laughter. Unnatural, canine laughter. The kind red wolves have. And what was that grin of enormous fangs she saw in the depths of the cave? Where did that laughter come from?

Finally, it was all over. When not a single enemy remained, Gulveig finally entered the cave, but didn't find Corsen there. The only thing visible was an altar standing in the middle. A huge wolf's maw, and the altar gave off a faint red glow in the darkness of the cave. The maw looked at her, and its grin frighteningly resembled a smile...

When Gulveig returned to the people and told them the sad news about Corsen, no one understood who she was talking about. A shepherd? Isn't Bumi the one in charge of our sheep? Cleofina's husband? Did Cleofina ever have a husband? There was some relationship with a traveling young man many years ago, but even his name had long been forgotten. Many dogs have run across the plains since then...

And the red dogs, from what he'd heard, have lately been more often found healthy. And that's very good, because they love people, and if tamed, they make the finest sheepdogs. He hopes that nature will long remember Gulveig of Baldr's help... And that she will find what she set out to find in her wanderings.
The voice narrating incredible events and wonders grew quieter and quieter, and the dozing merchant, as if sensing something was missing, suddenly stretched, grunted, and said:
— So, I... I didn't catch the last part — where did that Cleofina's husband go?
He blinked his eyes open and looked around.
— What kind of joke is this? Did Corsen leave already, or what?
The guard, who had been staring at the stars the whole time, came out of his half-asleep stupor, looked around, and shrugged.
— Apparently so. I didn't notice when he managed to either...
— It's time for you to relieve Snag, you scoundrel, — Zofrast frowned.
— I suppose it is, — his employee agreed and slowly stood up. — A pity, of course, that he missed such a story...
— Snag will make up for it with his drinking, — the merchant grumbled, still staring distrustfully into the darkness around.

The campfire danced. A strong Nakirian wind blew, carrying from somewhere in the distance a strange and ugly wolfish laughter...



Gulveig

Previous story

Origin:

(Baldr)

Conviction:

Church of Arteria

✦ +3 to faith, +2 to beauty, +1 to spirit.
✦ The character does not receive permanent wounds. 

Church of Arteria
✦ Piety 6: Healing+: restores 10 health points to self or a chosen ally for each point of piety, removes negative effects. Range: -. 6 ini.
✦ Piety 9: The character's attacks deal additional star damage: +5% for each point of piety.
✦ Piety 12: The character's attacks cannot be blocked or parried.
✦ Piety 15: Prayer: brings back to life a character who died from lack of HP.
✦ Piety 20: The character returns to life after the end of the battle.

Year of birth: 758 (Enchanter)
Month of birth: June (daffodil), 5th
Cards: 1, 2
Skills: 1
Equipment: Illian spear, standard heavy armor, Corsen's wolf shield, Arteria amulet, book "Gladiators of Serberia", book "Chronicle of Church Heroes, Part XII" (or another of similar theme that could be obtained or saved from the church library of Baldr and received as a gift for it), a little bit of lots and lots of food.

Stats and experience

Strength: 8
Endurance: 19
Agility: 13
Perception: 11
Speed: 7
Intellect: 10
Spirit: 15
Faith: 17
Charisma: 11
Beauty: 12

Experience: 14755-2000-2500-2500-2000-500x4-1000 -1500-1000 = 255

 

Skills and specializations

 
Mastery - shield
1. +1 to agility
2. +1 to endurance
1. +1 to agility
4. +1 to spirit
5. +50 to health
6. +1 to agility
7. +1 to endurance
8. +1 to agility
9. +1 to spirit
10. +50% to evasion

 
Mastery - heavy armor
1. The character is able to use heavy armor.
2. +25 to health
3. +3 to will
4. +3 to will
5. +50 to health

 
Mastery - spear
1. +1 to spirit
2. +1 to endurance
3. +1 to movement speed
4. +1 to perception
5. +1 to attack range, +3% to crit chance
6. +1 to perception
7. +1 to endurance
8. +1 to agility


Control [2000]
[BB] The character attacks all enemies that appear on their attack line.
Stubbornness [2000]
[BB] +5 to health for each point of will, regenerates 10% of health at the start of the turn. 

 
Discipline
+2 to movement speed and +3 to initiative if the character is a member of a squad (commander +5 subordinates).

Cyclone [2500]
The character deals damage to all enemies around them
Spear of Nakiri [2500]
+10% to critical hit chance; critical attacks give the character +5 to initiative.

Traveler
Companion [1500]
An additional character created by the GM; travels with the player as long as their interests align. The companion has the conviction "Fortune" and uses the wheel of fate; otherwise generated randomly. 
Bodyguard [1000]
Takes upon themselves attacks directed at another (pre-chosen) character if their movement speed is sufficient. 

and accidentally drank a miracle potion from Alessia

Actually, these are spoilers for Arandor... oh, you, Heroes fan...

Guard [1000]
The merchant starts the game accompanied by a guard.

And if I level him up during the game, will I get him?

No.

So, what's the point of having him at the end, just like a business partner in a diplomat... You can't even level him up to gain the initial 5k experience.

I accidentally looted some items from the corpse of Alessia, who was a stranger to me at the time, and drank a powerful potion.

Well, the marauder's instinct is, let's say, second only to the instinct for self-preservation. They don't just steal money or valuables from people; they even steal shoes. The only question is: how did Gulveig jump across the chasm...?

The companion has the "Fortune" belief and uses the wheel of fate; otherwise, they are generated randomly.

8: Random curse: curse of malleability - will throws are minimal, the number of spell points is always 0. 1: "Telos" origin: M: 10:10:10:10:10:10:10:10:10:10, stat gain speed is doubled. Option to use random character generation (including beliefs, +1500 experience points, +1 HP, +7 random stats - faith +1, speed +3, intelligence +2, perception +1). Triera | Lovers

Is this just a random anime husband for Gulveig?

I managed to build up a significant advantage for him, but then I remembered that the Traveler's ability overrides his Fortune. Too bad, it would have been more interesting and easier to write his bio. Although, on the other hand, maybe it's for the best, otherwise it wouldn't be clear why he's traveling with Gulveig at all.

Well, the marauder's instinct is, let's say, second only to the instinct for self-preservation. They don't just steal money and belongings from people; they even steal shoes. The only question is, how did Gulveig jump across the chasm...

She crossed the bridge.

8: Random Curse: Curse of Submissiveness - Willpower throws are at a minimum, the number of spell points is always 0. 1: Origin of "Telos": M: 10:10:10:10:10:10:10:10:10:10, the rate of gaining attributes is twice as high. The ability to use random character generation (including beliefs, +1500 experience points, +1 Attack, +7 random Defense - Faith +1, Speed +3, Intelligence +2, Perception +1). Trireme | Lovers

This is great... But it's a very strange set of skills; none of them complement each other... How will he fight?

Why does he even hang out with Gulveig?

Because he's easily manipulated... In Airisufir, they would probably erect a monument to him as an exemplary man.