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Teklesh

The Great Hunter of the Vale

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Tearen Wover

Groups

A fearsome group of bandits from Netherworld Styx, founded by Antyllo Ortega and currently led by Freja Ortega. As it's name might suggest, the group consists almost entirely of Minotaurs. However, other races are welcome as well.

Description

APPEARANCE

Teklesh is huge and shaggy, even by the standard of Minotaurs, and walks with a slight hunch in his shoulders. His horns are more akin to those of a ram's, in that they curve forwards. His breed of Minotaur has a slightly more humanoid face, but his eyes are solid bronze and his teeth are razor sharp. His bulging chest muscles are barely covered by a large shirt of pounded steel scales, and his lower body is nearly bare, save for several belts which bear the weight of his quiver and personal duffle. Teklesh's fur is a tawny, mottled color, being more bronze around the extremities and more silvered around his torso and shoulder.

HISTORY

Teklesh is considered very young for a Minotaur, barely in the midst of his adolescence. His short life on Gaia has consisted mostly of traveling from forest to forest with his familial raiding band, but in that time he has become an expert survivalist and huntsman. His nomadic life has left him with little appreciation for items of artistic or sentimental value, but he has come to greatly value a few of his close friends; namely Trally Dao and Marlish. Though Minotaurs usually don't travel with forest-folk, an extended stay in the Whispering Woods saw Teklesh cultivate a strong friendship with the fey poet and horseman. Now, as he is coming of age, Teklesh has left the relative safety of his raiding band and travels the vales of Siv'en with his two spirit-brothers and half-brother Damionell, who he was reunited with just a few years ago.


BIO
Age: 17
Race: Siv'en Minotaur
Height: 8'3"
Weight: 987 lbs.
Meta:
Conditions:
- Healthy
Strengths:
- Directional Savvy
- Scenting
Weaknesses:
- Rage

ASSETS
Wealth: Meager
Land: None
Notable Equipment:
- Compound Greatbow
- x30 Great Arrows
- x7 Solid Iron Arrows
- Steel Scale Shirt
- War Hatchet
Primary Skills:
- Long Archery
- Tracking
- Survival

So begins...

Teklesh's Story

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...and he was not alone, either. A slightly shorter (but still ludicrously large by human standards), minotaur trotted in after the previous brute. This one carried the smell of mud and death with him, not least of all because of his damp fur. On his back he wore an oversized bow, the rest of his body adorned with what amounted to little more than tattered rags and bits of leather.

The second beastman took a seat beside Damionell, tail swishing rapidly and probably speckling a few patrons with grimy water.

"ALE!! Lots of it!" the second one boomed. He slammed an angry fist into the bar counter, causing it to splinter and crack softly.

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Teklesh continued to growl and lashed out with a lightning-fast claw, snagging Damionell by his right horn, and twisting the larger one's head around. He spoke in a hushed, seething breath even as the other bellowed loudly.

"Do not think yourself my OVERSEER, Damionell, Son of Balafor. I did not consign my bow to you to be commanded." the smaller one breathed before releasing Damionell.

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Teklesh's ear twitched as the newcomer to the bar made his bold request. The smaller of the two minotaurs seemed to mulll it over for a second before snorting loudly and spitting at the ronin's feet.

"Go around, short-thing." he said with an ugly sneer, crossing his massive arms over his chest.

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"Wh-" Teklesh blinked as the lightning movements of the Ronin were executed faster than he could follow. Essentially, he just saw the man play with his sword a little and take a seat at the bar. The shorter minotaur made a face of mild disgust before throwing up his arms in dissent.

"These short-things and their drama. I swear." he murmured before sitting heavily back on his stool. He searched around in his own grimy bag for two minotaur-sized flagons, slamming them on the counter. He sniffed in a stifled laugh at the tiny human-thing made a swipe with his butter knife at Damionell.

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Damionell seemed as though he was about to stand up, but Teklesh clasped a meaty hand on the larger's shoulder. He turned a snide glance towards Lance, flagon of ale clutched in his hand.

"Look at you..." Teklesh said, his voice more reserved than the other's, "...so authoritative, with your tiny sword, and tiny arms. You claim that you want peace, and you do this by..." Teklesh motioned towards Damionell, "...provoking a creature known to be aggressive and destructive? You natural course of action to be to attack it...when no lasting harm was done, and no one was in danger..." Teklesh continued, eyeing Lance to make sure he was registering the logic.

"So, if I may quote some expertise on the subject...'I don't like your disruptive behavior and I request for you to either leave or be a little more polite. And if you want to fight, then I'll put in a meager 5% effort to bring you down.'" Teklesh said, grinning widely as he finished. He made a casual 'shoo' motion with his hand before turning back to the bar, rapidly filling up another flagon.

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Teklesh and Damionell weren't listening to the short kid any more since a big guy with a hammer was now standing in the bar asking for open combat. They two beastmen looked at each other briefly before Teklesh leapt to his hooves and beat on his chest. "I will face you in open c-"

There came a loud krack as Teklesh was punched hard on the snout by his larger compatriot. "Nonsense, arrow-slinger! I will fight the hammer-human!" Damionell said, quaffing his current tankard of ale all at once. With great glee, he loosened his satchel and drew his own hammer. It was a large, heavy, iron thing that required both of his hands to wield.

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Teklesh rose from the ground and spat a gob of bloody drool to the floor. He immediately kicked at Damionell's back with a lightning fast jab of the hoof, causing the larger one to stumble forward slightly. They both roared at eachother once more, both of their amber colored eyes gleaming. But Teklesh knew his place in matters and backed off, satisfied with his petty vengeance.

He quickly poured a drink into one of their oversized flagons. He bellowed at the Nord. "Come, loud one! It would not be sporting to make you fight while thirsty!" Teklesh boomed, hoisting the flagon in Roht's direction.

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"We of Minos begrudge only those who insist on trickery and cheating to get their way through whatever life they lead." Teklesh rumbled, handing the frothing tankard to Roht. Of course, now Teklesh wanted to fight the hammer wielding northerner even more, but he did not dare go over the head of his pack leader. He sullenly poured his own tankard and eyed the man up and down.

"It is not often we fight those who are willing to forgo their ill-advised dependence on the occult." Teklesh said somewhat quietly.

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"From where we hail, it is said that Minos does not care who is good or evil, who wins or who loses. All Minos cares is that battle was had, and that it was good. We fight for his favor, but our faith..." Teklesh said, slapping his upper arm, "...our faith lies only in our arms and in our steel." Teklesh finished off his current tankard. He eyed the older minotaur and sneered at him with a snort.

"Damionell, that back-wind oaf loses focus so easily. Many times I have heard him speak of the white-witch. Doubtless this enchantress is her. Why he cavorts with such eldritch foolishness is beyond me." Teklesh spat.

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...and he was not alone, either. A slightly shorter (but still ludicrously large by human standards), minotaur trotted in after the previous brute. This one carried the smell of mud and death with him, not least of all because of his damp fur. On his back he wore an oversized bow, the rest of his body adorned with what amounted to little more than tattered rags and bits of leather.

The second beastman took a seat beside Damionell, tail swishing rapidly and probably speckling a few patrons with grimy water.

"ALE!! Lots of it!" the second one boomed. He slammed an angry fist into the bar counter, causing it to splinter and crack softly.

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The younger, smaller minotaur looked over Damionell's shoulder with mixed look of curiosity and disdain. He whispered in Damionell's ear in the native tongue of their island. "What is this...mote? She looks like nothing more than a snack..." Teklesh murmured. His superior responded in kind by brutally grabbing Teklesh by the lip and slamming his nose into the bar counter.

Teklesh growled softly but returned to the depths of his cup, sipping the contents with a sour expression. The day would come when he would challenge Damionell in open combat...then HE would be the one wrenching horns around here.

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Teklesh looked over at Rei with a sullen expression and offered only a hoarse grunt before turning slowly back to his drink. He took a few slow gulps before gagging slightly as an enraged human barged into the bar. Teklesh turned around to regard the man in his pathetic looking armor, chuckling in a mocking kind of way. These humans and their loud toys...guns he'd been told. A cheaters tool, a dishonest weapon. And while he pondered that subject, his shimmering golden eyes turned to regard the thin looking man with a bow in the corner.

Hah, what a pathetic excuse for a weapon. Nothing like his bow, which sat even now on his back, a full seven feet long, and at a draw of almost three hundred pounds. No matter how good a shot the tiny-human might have been, Teklesh doubted his twig could fire arrows straight through small trees. Somewhat enlivened by musing on his superiority to the people around him, Teklesh perked up and helped himself to a fresh Tankard.

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Teklesh quirked a bemused eyebrow. "Something to say..." the minotaur mused, stroking the curly hair at the tip of his chin. "...no. Not to the likes you, tiny human-thing." Teklesh said, baring a cruel, toothy grin. He waved at Talon dismissively and turned back to his drink.

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"You say 'beast' as if meaning to insult me..." Teklesh said, laughing quite loudly now, his low cackle resounding through the cramped room. "...on the contrary I find it quite complementary...many thanks for your confessed respect." Teklesh said, making a curt, oafish bow at the hip. As for the female human-thing...well, he couldn't even be bothered to try and rationalize himself to her. Her supposition was simply too ludicrous.

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"Amuse yourself with your delusions, human-thing." Teklesh guffawed, turning slowly back around to face the bar. He continued to chuckle to himself in spite of cut off Talon's mewling little words. Such over-inflated meaklings these humans. Convinced of their own superiority, blind to what stared them in the face. He might have liked to challenge the pointy-eared fool to a contest of the bow...but he was beginning to feel a tad disoriented. Even a minotaur began to feel the warm embrace of ale after so much...

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"So then explain to me, elfie-thing, why it is that I should consider you beyond your meek little body..." Teklesh said, feigning a confused look, "...and yet you simply assume me to be an unskilled brute, with no merit to my might?" the minotaur continued, tapping his chin thoughtfully.

"Sounds to me a mind rife with more bigotry than my own. Dishonorable, distasteful...do us both the favor of sealing thy errant lips. Such would save me the headache and you the embarrassment." Teklesh finished, laughing coarsely as he followed his pack leaders actions and began to collect himself.

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Teklesh silently went about his business, adjusting the quiver full of cruel arrows on his back and tightening the straps that held his heavy bow in place. He eyed the elfie-thing once and shook his head with a sharp laugh. With no more than a swish of the tail, he was at his leader's side, ready to depart.

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Teklesh Jinx911 We can continue

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Teklesh tagged along behind Damionell, constantly sniffing the air and looking at the patterns of the woods around them for potential dangers. It was certainly within his skill to silently and without a trace through the snagging underbrush, but tonight was not a night for subtlety and the like. After Damionell got the potent smelling fire going, the other minotaur contented himself with trudging around the bank of the pond, setting odd looking traps meant to ensnare toads.

Delicious, delicious toads. A minotaur delicacy for a litany of reasons that most other people just couldn't understand.

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Teklesh looked lazily up from where he was skinning a recently caught toad, first at Damionell, then the owl. "Kress." he said simply, laughing slightly. He drew his massive bow and nocked an oversized arrow, which was covered in cruel barbs. The nine foot tall hunter drew the string back slowly and took a deep breath. The beast cleared his mind, eyes calm and distant as he drew slow breaths. Focus. Absolute focus. It was almost as though he was in a trance.

Then, all at once, he loosed the deadly missile, the arrow whistling through the air in the blink of an eye. The owl was killed on impact, the two pound salvo crushing its body instantly before being skewered and sent flying deep back into the bushes with the force of the blow. Teklesh swore a mild curse and trudged off to recover the bird and arrow, his crunching steps fading slowly...

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Teklesh came trudging back out of the bush, picking feathers out of his teeth with the barbed tip of his arrow...

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Teklesh's ears perked up and the large beast trudged over to where Damionell sat and began to look around in his own satchel, producing a strange looking instrument. For all sakes and purposes it looked like a two badly dented frying pans welded together. Damionell pulled out one of his own and began to beat on it softly, producing a clear ringing song. After some time Teklesh joined in with a rhythm of his own, both drums joining together to form a gentle, uplifting harmony.

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Teklesh simply grunted and did as he was told. Damionell had always been the superior of the two, for his brute strength was not matched so easily. But yet, the taurian ranger persisted for dominance between the two of them. Now, however, was not the time for a bloody squabble between siblings. There was a hunt afoot, and his keen eyes were needed.

Silently, and swift as a rushing river, the smaller minotaur grabbed his oversized composite bow and began to climb the rounding steps to the top of the crenelations. As he reached the top, his prized friend, a tawny and feather falcon alighted on a battlement next to him. Teklesh drank deep of the wind, and immediately discerned the direction of their prey that approached, and his sharpened eyes sharpened on the quarry...

...but what was this? A daughter of minos approached them? Perhaps a messenger, or a wandering reinforcement to their garrison? Nay...her weapon was drawn. Better to draw the bow now than be caught without a point...

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Teklesh took slow, steady breaths as he watched Damionell engage the misguided cow. To fight two on one was not honorable, but neither was it honorable to bear a sign of indentured servitude to the likes of man. This whelp would learn her place, be it from one of his arrow's or his half-brother's mighty horns.

For the moment, however, he held his arrow in its nock, the immense bow drawn and at the ready to fire if it seemed as if things were going badly.

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"I know you look like a minotaur..." Damionell said, throwing his hammer out in front of him as it was blocked and twisting it to allow his heavy body to pivot on the spot. He used the momentum to smack Freja's axe away from him and used the opening to reach out with an armored hand to try and grab her by her right horn. "...and I know you smell like a minotaur! But your words...your thoughts...they are NOT minotaur! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaggh!" he roared.

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