Recent content by Jhyrack

"Poison?" he snarled, taking a thunderous step forward. "You dare poison what is mine?" An arrow flew. It thudden into his chest, glancing off a rib with a crack of pain. He grunted. "That hurt. Last warning," he growled. "Release her." The leader spat defiance and yanked Ryna tighter. That...

"No, you won't," hissed the elf. There was dark purpose in his eyes. The skirmish continued. They could hear bowstrings and shouts in elvish. The roar that tore from Jhyrack's throat was not human. He let out a furious bellow, shaking leaves from the nearby branches and sending birds...

Jhyrack continued to scrub. He glanced briefly over his broad shoulder at his quarry. His blood was still coming down from the fight with the orcs. It had given him some satisfaction to work away the lethargy of a long and tedious hike. Her story didn't exactly hold his attention. Something...

“Mmm do not use too much. Actually use as much as is required,” he said, correcting himself. He would buy another soap and smell less fragrant in exchange for walking behind the fragrance she had gathered by not washing. “I could buy a house, if I wanted,” Jhyrack boasted. “But why but a...

“A custom?” he asked curiously. His heavy gaze lingered a moment more than was polite before he turned. Jhyrack took the complete bundle of clothes and dunked it. With them soaking, he plopped them at the edge of the water so they would not get washed away. Having padded away from the water...

“Of course I do.” He had slipped off his boots and rolled up the hems of his pants as she undressed. The count of ten was roundly undone by Jhyrack grabbing a brush, stepping into the shallow edge of the pool, looking down at her and offering it. It was a smooth, polished ivory handle and a...

He sighed. “You will undress and I will wash your clothes or I will cut them from your body and burn them - and all their fleas - in a fire.” He let that sink in for the count of three before continuing. He didn't want it to seem that he was simply doing as he was told. “I will turn around...

“Oh,” went the chimera when she explained the situation. There was something unsavory about this entire contract now. It was part of the deal. He didn’t ask too many questions. Life was hard. More often than not he was running down criminals and monsters and that brought a little satisfaction...

“Hhmph, I answer to no one,” Jhyrack grunted. She had a point, but he wasn't about to admit to being subservient to any side of a war. He wouldn't be a piece in someone else's game. Not again. He turned. He had both hands resting on the haft of his hammer, which was laid across his...

“Yes. But keep up. I will slow when we reach the trees. Do not try anything foolish. I will not be cruel unless I have to.” Jhyrack was not the greatest tracker that ever lived. If he could follow the orcs then it stood to reason that others could too. He was hardly able to cover his tracks...

“Hah!” The sound rang out, sharp and clear. The state of his quarry, the grime rubbed into skin and clothes, had not escaped him. It affected his next plan. He took great care of his flaming red mane and his clothing and armour. “If I could be paid gold to my weight, there would be no more...

“I am Jhyrack,” he declared proudly. He let that settle for a moment, but there was no hint of recognition. He frowned. “Bounty hunter from Molthal. What I want is more fame - clearly - and gold. What I need is to take you back and get some of that.” He had a name back at home but he was tired...

Those broad shoulders gave a big shrug. Unlike for a human, the gesture had to start somewhere and roll in a wave down his shoulders. He let go of her forearm. There were weapons all around them. He decided to leave the hooked knife where it came to rest. Would she try another one? He...

“I would not…” But she continued with the motion, diving for the ground. Jhyrack rolled his eyes. He left the hammer. Its handle slowly tipped over, landing to the earth with a dull thud. It landed right in front of the glassy eyes of one of its victims. Jhyrack only needed one step to get...

The upward swing of the hammer came with remarkable speed. It didn't cut the air like a sword. It barely made a sound. Right up until it struck the orc underneath her jaw, that was. The crack rang out. There was no more noise after she collapsed. A single, fatal blow. Jhyrrack set the haft of...