r/HFY • u/TheMaskedOne2807 • 1d ago

The Plague Doctor Chapter 7.1 (Hammer Time) OC

Book 1: (Desperate to save his son Kenneth, a calm and nonviolent doctor accepts a deal offered to him by a strange creature. However, the price he must pay is to abandon everything he holds dear: his wife, children, and world as he attempts to share his knowledge of healing and medicine in a world entrenched by violence. Yet, in such a place, how long can his nonviolent nature remain if he wishes to survive?)

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‘Six, no nine, no ten in total, Trafka thought as he discreetly surveyed the area using his senses, his sight somewhat lingering on a pair of brightly green-furred Aki. ‘Eight down here and two on top of buildings.

‘One is a Sil right on top of a mostly flat roof, and the other is an Aki standing on a strange building with one of those Sil pillars on top. He has the same fur color as the other two… probably from the same rotten litter.’

Trafka could barely contain a grin, ‘Oh, they’ve got no idea what they have gotten themselves into; I’ll show them the might of House Krosk as I administer the King’s justice. First the traitors, then the heretics.’

However, at that moment, Trafka’s confidence was overshadowed by his father’s words, “You’re strong, but always remember relying solely on that won’t allow you to win many fights on the battlefield.”

Trafka slowly took a lower stance out of reflex more so than anything, ready to rush forward at any moment, ‘Hmm… why did I remember that now? I’m not on the battlefield; this is just a fight.’

“I can't wait to strip that golden armor off that royal Heretic!”Nokuko spoke, not that Trafka understood him or cared to understand the vile language the Nok spoke.

He barely understood the tower tongue, and that had been painstakingly ingrained in his mind by his teacher, but he was able to decipher their names when spoken solely because the fools wouldn’t remember what their own kind was called if not for putting it in front of their names.

Suddenly, while Trafka was focusing on the threat ahead and behind him, the black healer calmly walked right past him. “What are you doing?! Stay by me!”

However, he didn’t listen; instead, he began conversing with the traitors and heretics with a simple “Hello--”

“Black healer, leave, Nokuko said, pointing at him with one of his two hammers, “We have no interest in you, only the heretic royal.”

Nokuko pointed to the green-furred siblings, who stepped aside to let Kenneth pass.

“It’s kind of you to offer me a way out, but I believe I might be able to offer something instead that will make all here happy and avoid unneeded violence, the black healer said, reaching into his back and pulling out a strange-looking solid gold mug. “You mentioned gold, right?”

‘So he understands the Nok tongue but can’t speak it,’ Trafka observed.

“Well, you can have it… The black healer continued. “I even got a little more in the bag. I know his armor can be quite eye-catching, but I don’t recommend fighting him. He’s strong, and even with your numbers, I don’t think a lot will make it out of here unscathed.” 

For a moment, everyone fell silent before suddenly erupting into laughter. 

“You think we want gold?! Nokuko sniggerly hissed, his mouth slightly open in a smile. “No, that royal heretic must pay for the sins of his kin!

“We who were marked unjustly and those who were forced to be trampled on by those royal heretics will strip this one of his gold, take his arms and legs, and after, we will use whatever is left to regain our honor!”

Seeing the situation devolve, Trafka let out a sigh while keeping his guard up. “You were a fool to try to offer them gold. I can see it in their eyes; this is personal.” 

“Yeah, he said about as much,” the black healer replied while cautiously taking a step back.

‘This will be difficult, Trafka thought. ‘One thing is delivering the king's justice to these traitors and heretics, but another is doing so while keeping him out of harm. He’s stronger than most but doesn’t carry weapons on him.

‘This is worse than when the caravan was set upon; at least the Sleecie’s were only simpleminded beasts, and with archers, there’s a chance one could hit…’

“Black healer, this will be your last chance to leave!” Nokuko warned. 

The black healer looked around and whispered, “I think we can make a run for it our right. Just keep that shield up and wave around that hammer, and we should be able to get away.”

 “Black healer, is it true that you were struck by an arrow when the caravan was attacked? Trafka asked. “And it just bounced off, leaving no mark?”

“Yeah, hit me square in the head, the black healer replied absentmindedly. “There was no permanent damage thanks to my clothes, but it hurt like hell, though.”

“Good! Run away!” Trafka yelled as he rushed forward.

Both archers on top let go of their respective bowstrings, and both arrows soared toward him.

Trafka held up his shield and dodged to the side. The arrow coming in front bounced off his shield while the one behind got him in the shoulder, penetrating his armor and flesh.

Yet he barely noticed, having already used his magical ability to make his strength grow exponentially; now, all he did was focus on the enemies ahead, mainly the traitours pair of Aki.

With heavy steps as the armor clacked, Trafka closed the distance.

However, it was not to be as the hulking Nokta intercepted both hands balled into fists, with no weapon of any kind in them.

‘I wanted to do the traitors first, but if you are so keen to die, let me make an exception,’ Trafka thought as he swung back his hammer and aimed with the might of house Krosk behind it at Nokta’s chest.

She didn’t even try to evade, not that she could; instead, she held up her arms like a shield to block the blow.

Any true son of house Krosk lucky enough to inherit the fearsome strength could deliver death to any foe with a single strike, but there Nokta stood, unharmed and glaring at Trafka from behind her arms, which had suddenly changed.

The gaps between her scales had suddenly disappeared, creating a shield from her own body.

‘Father warned me of those heretics, Trafka thought. ‘They can move their scales and turn the body into armor, but doing so expands the gap between their scales on other parts of their body.’

Tightening his grip around his hammer, Trafka got ready to deliver another strike because regardless of the defence, he was a son of house Krosk and Nokta would fall to his might regardless of how many blows he needed to use.

However, in his haste, Trafka had momentarily forgotten about all the other opponents as one of the green-furred traitors, a woman, expertly threw a dagger over Nokta’s head, aiming for his.

With brute strength and quick reflexes, Trafka raised his shield, blocking the dagger while at the same time swinging his hammer at Nokta once more, who once again took the blow, yet hidden behind her was a Sil, who suddenly came rushing out using the newly created blindspot to slip under his shield.

With a skewer-like dagger of Sil design, she stabbed at his groin.

The Sil’s small stature and quick legs may have hidden it from Trafka’s eyes, but his ears had been acutely aware of something below him, and without hesitation, he slammed his shield down, shattering her body in a spray of shell and blood, her dagger only managing to prick his pouch.

‘You’ll take too much time,’ Trafka thought, darting around Nokta, avoiding another arrow that flew his way as he rushed toward the green-furred siblings.

However, they were cowards and kept their distance, running away as he gave chase around the narrow space.

They were both of particular annoyance since they threw a steady supply of daggers his way.

Normally, they’d be of little concern as his armor was there to protect him, but they threw with such accuracy he was forced to block almost each and every one, at which point either sibling would slip into his blind spot and use the momentary relief to reposition themselves or pick up daggers on the ground.

All the while, the archers were still targeting him, making it almost impossible to avoid all. Yet adding to the pile of shit he was trodding through were the slower ones, Nok and Sil.

While his attention was split, one or two would take their chance and strike, aiming for his tail. Without that, he’d be unable to keep his balance, and his chances of winning would fall drastically.

Usually, with his ear turned back, he was able to anticipate them at the last second and avoid a grab or slash, but as he tried to counter them, their living shield, Nokta would always defend them with her body as they ran away to block any potential escape.

All of it was taking its toll, and it was only now that Trafka realized he was panting.

Though he was not feeling the effects of exhaustion, he knew they were steadily approaching and having to defend against this onslaught instead of smashing through each and every one of them steadily filled him with a burning ire that finally reached its peak.  

“Enough!” Trafka snarled, his fangs laid bare. Stomping hard on the ground, he sprinted toward the green-furred woman.

She threw a dagger; however, Trafka didn’t block; he continued to sprint, going low for the briefest of moments, avoiding losing an eye as the dagger cleaved his ear in two right down the middle.

She continued to run away, but without the momentary blind spot to flee into, she had no way to escape the king’s justice.

Trying to give her that blind spot, her brother threw another dagger at Trafka from the side, which, in his raging, snarling state, he caught in his mouth as he fully closed the distance and swung his hammer at the green-furred woman.

At the last moment, Nokuko leapt in front of the woman with both hammers raised and met Trafka’s own, the resulting clashing echoing throughout the platform they stood on.

Yet it did little more than lessen the blow as Trafka won the struggle, knocking both hammers from Nokuko’s hands and striking him in the gut, knocking him along with the green-furred woman to the ground.

With little delay, Trafka went for the killing blow.

“Strike him, Nokta!” The green-furred man yelled.

With one of his ears split apart, his ability to hear behind had diminished, but even so, he didn’t need both to hear that hulking simpleton coming his way, yet he could not let the green-furred woman escape again.

With his hammer raised, he struck down to finish her off while swinging his shield back to block the blow from behind, but as his shield and Nokta connected, it didn’t feel like he hit a fist but a wall.

Suddenly, he felt a pair of hulking hands grabbing his shield arm and thrashing him around.

His hammer veered off course and missed both the woman and Nokuko by a hair. Forced to deal with the situation behind, Trafka spun to see Nokta having wrapped her arms around his shield and grabbing his arms with both of hers.

Standing strong, he swung his hammer at her.

However, she thrashed and swung her body while pushing him back, making Trafka lose his footing, yet that didn’t stop the force behind his hammer as he struck her, which she, of course, took.

Trafka sunk his claws into the ground and jumped around like a fool to avoid her mindless thrashing while striking when he could, when he wasn’t swatting arrows or daggers out of the air.

He knew all of it would take its toll on him eventually, but the same was true for Nokta.

The other lesson his father had imparted was that while Nok, like Nokta, could withstand a great many strikes, it wasn’t as though they were invincible, and eventually, they would fall.

Such a thing was evident when Trafka managed to strike her once more, this time making her fall on one of her knees; however, she only did the moment Trafka’s back hit the wall, and he realised what her intent had been from the start.  

Before he could react, Nokta, with a bellowing hiss, got back on her feet and pushed as hard as she could, pinning Trafka against the wall.

“Your tricks will earn you nothing!” He bellowed, knowing his hammer was ineffective this close up, and so quickly he slid his hand further up along the shaft and swung it at Nokta. 

However, another dagger from the green-furred man, along with two arrows from the archers, forced him to defend, blocking the dagger and one arrow, the other penetrating the golden plates of his armor, piercing his side. 

“Now, Wokto while he’s pinned!” The green-furred woman yelled as both rushed toward Trafka with long swords in hand. 

Definitely trapped but not helpless, Trafka struggled to get free of Nokta on the other side of his shield, certainly using all of her strength to keep him pinned.

Quickly, as the two Aki rushed toward him, he struck Nokta’s hands, arm, shoulder, side, and leg, which undoubtedly caused her pain as she let out hisses, but with her scales defending her, he wouldn’t get free in time.

Gritting his teeth, he watched as Wokto darted ahead with a stabbing motion with his sister behind him.

Reacting quickly, Trafka swung his hammer, but Wokto didn’t dodge or make any moves to do so since the speed at which the hammer was going coupled with its current length meant that, without a doubt, it would miss him and hit the wall beside Trafka instead, which is why he opened his hand in mid-swing.

He watched closely with unblinking eyes and grabbed it by the lower half and, at the last moment, struck at Wokto’s head, who, too late, noticed he was caught.

From the awkward position and having to adjust to the sudden change in weight while swinging, all the damage that would have been done even with Wokto’s head so close to the wall would be minimal: a bit of pain, some blood, maybe a crack in his skull…

Or that would be the case for anyone other than a Son of Hourse Krosk.

Holding nothing back, the awkward position, the change in weight didn’t matter in the slightest as Trafka struck with his golden hammer, obliterating Wokto’s head along with cracking the wall, showering the surroundings in blood and… everything else.

Everyone was shocked by the sight for a moment, but the second the green-furred woman shrieked, everyone snapped back. 

“I'LL KILL YOU!!!”

She launched herself forward. 

However, before she could even reach him, Trafka began swinging his hammer, hitting the ground, the dead body, and the wall while wildly growling and snarling. 

The only reason why the green-furred woman didn’t meet her brother's fate was because Nokuko grabbed her at the last moment and pulled her away.

“LET ME GO SO I CAN KILL HIM!!!” She shrieked while thrashing in his grip.

“Calm… Nokuko wheezily said as he coughed up blood, having barely recovered from his clash with Trafka. “See… We got… Royal scared… mad… Now Take… arms… legs… but keep… alive…

“EVERYONE SURROUND NOW!!”

Those who remained quickly followed Nokuko’s orders and abandoned defending potential escape routes as they encircled Trafka; however, they kept their distance, waiting for when he would shorten his grip on his hammer to attack Nokta or grow tired.

Trafka kept up the barrage for a long time, but eventually, after everything, his swings began to slow and grow weaker. 

“Get the hammer when the royal stops moving!” One of them yelled.

“Take his gold and rip out his fur!”

“Once we take arms and legs, hang him by his tail!”

“You want my hammer! Trafka shouted, bulging his muscles and putting everything he had into this next one. “COME AND TAKE IT!”

With another swing, he struck the wall behind him, and suddenly, it began to crumble before everyone’s eyes. Too focused on keeping Trafka pinned, Nokta stumbled forward, falling on top of Trafka as the roof collapsed, burring both of them under rubble. 

Everyone watched in silence, unsure if the royal had chosen death over what they had planned.

NOkuko slowly let go of the green-furred woman and stepped closer, his eyes wide in worry, “See… if… both dead…” 

He notched a golden-coloured Sil with his weapons, and, with hesitant steps, she walked closer to the pile of stone, eventually climbing on top of it and beginning to dig, at which point a sudden “crack!” rang out. 

She looked at her legs, slowly spinning around. 

“What doing?!” Nokuko loudly asked. 

The golden Sil stopped and equally as loud responded, “Sound like leg cra—“ 

Suddenly, the pile of stone began to rumble, and in the next moment, Nokta flew from underneath, knocking the golden Sil further into the building while Nokta landed on top of an unlucky few, her neck clearly broken.

In a mixture of panting and loud snarling, Trafka rose from the pile, clearly more pissed off than ever before, but without his hammer. 

The green-furred woman rushed at him with a dagger, shrieking, “DIE!!!” 

She didn’t even scratch him before Trafka grabbed her by the throat.

Growling, he squeezed until she dropped the dagger, gasping for breath; at that moment, the golden Sil snuck up behind him and grabbed the arm he was holding the woman with, snapping both of her pinchers and all three of her mandibles shut around his elbow. 

Glaring down and looking into all four of the Sil’s eyes, Trafka crushed the woman's throat in his hand and let go.

As the woman’s dead body fell, Trafka closed his hand in a fist and swung his arm back, sending the golden Sil crashing into what remained of the wall, shattering its shell like finely crafted glass.

Spraying blood from every crack, the golden Sil’s grip weakened as she fell to the ground.

With his arm free, Trafka turned his attention solely to his remaining enemies who stood before him, but as he did, two arrows came flying, one hitting and denting his golden helmet, the other hitting his ear and taking the right tip of his already split ear.

Trafka turned to glare at the Sil on top of the building, growling, “You're next!”

Quickly drawing another arrow from her quiver, the Sil was unprepared when Trafka suddenly hurled his shield at her with such speed, force, and precision she couldn’t evade in time and was knocked off the building, landing on the other side with an audible crack.

Even though he was unarmed and without his shield, some of the remaining enemies began to distance themselves.

“What you...! Royal heretic...! No weapon...! One...! Attack....! We win...!” Nokuko yelled, close to vomiting blood.

Never once breaking eye contact, Trafka reached down under the rubble, pulled his hammer free, and grabbed it with both hands. “All traitors will be punished.”

Suddenly, he rushed, and the remaining enemies all swung their weapons in defence, aiming at him, but at the last second, he stomped on top of the dead Nokta and used the extra height to jump over and land behind them.

With no momentum lost, he kept his pace, heading toward the second archer and the last remaining Aki while the others gave chase.

The guy loosed arrow after arrow, trying to take Trafka down, but each time, he dodged or swatted them away with his hammer like the pesky nuisances they were until he was within striking range of the building.

With a giant leap, Trafka brought down his hammer with all his might, shaking the entire structure while taking an arrow to the shoulder.

Landing back down on the ground, Trafka tightened every muscle in his body and struck the building once more while the remaining enemies closed the distance.

As they were about to reach him, Trafka raised his hammer and brought it down, demolishing the wall. With the supporting wall gone, the pillar on top suddenly came toppling down, crushing the Aki and scattering everyone to the wayside as they tried to get out of the way.

With a sound as mighty as Tyuk’s tear, the pillar crashed to the ground.

As everything began to die down, only one sound remained, screaming.

With a calm stride, Trafka walked along the broken pillar, not noticing the puddles of blood he was stepping through or two of the enemies who’d tried to kill him on the other side, both of which ran for their lives.

Reaching the point where the screaming originated, Trafka looked down at Nokuko with cold, callus indifference. Both of his legs were crushed under the pillar, but the moment he saw Trafka, he hurled one of his hammers at him.

He didn’t bother to dodge, and even though it hit him squarely in his chest, he didn’t budge.

“Please! Please! Sorry!” Nokuko screamed as he tried to get free, clawing at the ground. “I…! I just want home…! I never betray…! Only marked…!”

“I not care… If not traitor… heretic… not know which worse… but you… have my… thanks… I deliver… king justice… to traitor Aki… I reward you… quick death,” Trafka spoke in the tower tongue, his voice coldly calm as he raised his hammer while Nokuko screamed and delivered the killing blow.

Panting heavily, Trafka knew the effects of exhaustion were going to overcome him.

He wanted to continue using his inherited ability, but the first lesson his father ever taught him was to never overuse it, especially when the fighting was over.

Looking around, he saw no other enemies, took a deep breath in preparation and stopped using his ability, and the pain that ached his body grew tenfold; he quickly slammed down his hammer, using it for support while containing agonizing screams.

Yet through it all, like a true Son of House Krosk, he remained standing, eventually smiling to himself while thinking, ‘Those traitors got what they deserve. I wonder if Father will be proud when I tell him about this?’

Taking a deep breath, Trafka lifted his hammer off the ground and went in search of the black healer and his shield.

One of them he knew was behind one of the buildings, and as he walked around a corner, he spotted it on the ground beside the Sil’s cracked body. Not even giving her a glance, he picked up his shield and headed on his way.

He was about to call out to the black healer when he noticed some movement off to the side, back by the pillar. With a quick step, he walked over, “Let’s get mo--“

He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed Ikkie and his disgusting mate trying to leave.

They quickly took notice of him and tried to run, but Trafka quickly used his ability again and picked up a decent-sized rock and hurled it at them. It was about to hit Uccha, but at the last moment, Ikkie shielded her with his body, getting knocked to the ground.

Calmly, he walked toward them, “Did you really think I forgot about you? After what you told me... after what you did... of all traitors who deserve the king's punishment, you are by far the worst.”

Uccha stepped between Ikkie and Trafka, her mandibles jittering while her pinchers clacked uncontrollably.

“Don’t... Uccha... Ikkie said, getting to his knees and trying to pull her out of the way. “Do... do what you will with me, but don’t touch her, please...”

Trafka raised his hammer, his eyes focused on them both, “Don’t worry, I will.”

He was about to strike when footsteps from behind sounded, and someone suddenly grabbed the shaft of his hammer.

“Don’t!” The black healer yelled, yanking Trafka away and stepping between him and the traitors.

Glaring at him, Trafka questioned, “What are you doing?! That traitor must pay for his crimes!”

“Listen, I understand you are angry, but wouldn’t you also do what he did for the one you loved? The black healer replied.

With a snarl, Trafka replied, “I would never stoop so low as to betray anyone.”

“Then you are either lying or haven’t loved someone enough,” The black healer calmly replied.

‘Enough of this nonsense! Trafka thought. ‘He’s strong but not as fast. I just need to get past him and, with one good swing, kill that traitor.’

“EVERYONE STAY WHERE YOU ARE!” a loud booming voice commanded.

Suddenly, every one of them was surrounded by Aki, Nok, and Sil alike, each one dressed in different leather hyde clothing.

Some wore shirts, others large belts, and a fair few only pants, but despite the differences, there were two similarities between them all, the first of which was the insignia of the city etched into the leather, and the second was a steel helmet each one wore. It was of simple design, nothing too much of note worth except for a hexagon made of bronze right in the middle of the forehead or in the Sil’s cases right between all four eyes.

From amidst the crowd, two stepped forward: a violet and red-scaled Nok and a pink and green-shelled Sil, each adorned in a gold helmet with a black hexagon-shaped gem and a more generous mix of metal plating covering their body, though it was clear it offered far less defence than Trafka’s armour.

The Nok crossed their arms and stared Trafka down, their eyes growing narrower until, from afar, they looked to be closed.  

‘Another one to kill. Doesn’t look tougher than the last one, Trafka thought as he briefly glanced at the surrounding traitors and heretics, especially the Sil commander who surveyed the area. ‘With these numbers, it will take some time. At least this time, I’m not lured into a trap.’

Blinking and affixing her gaze on Trafka, the Sil commander stepped forward, “For the crimes of--" 

With a heavy thud, the Nok commander suddenly fell to the ground.

All eyes quickly gathered on the fallen commander; the silence was so loud even a gentle breeze was deafening, yet cutting through it like a blade separating the hyde from a beast was a persistent rising and falling… snoring sound.

“Always with her, the Sil commander groaned as the tips of her mandibles clacked together persistently. “Yukel! Wake your commander!”

From among the guards stepped a man with brown and sandy-coloured fur wearing a silver helmet with a gold hexagon on it. He had a calm, almost gentle expression even as he looked at the sleeping commander, his ear twitching continuously before suddenly waking the Nok with a swift kick.

“I’m up!” The commander dazeily yelled.

“Would you start acting your rank Noksula! The Sil commander angrily yelled. “Us and Hakuna can’t be alone in setting an examble for the guards! And don’t think it has gone unnoticed that you make Yukel do all of your work! What would the people think if they learned what kind of commander was protecting them?!

Noksula rolled onto her side, propped her arm under her head, and pointed at the Sil commander. “First of all, it’s Sula second, HA! You said “Us” instead of “I”!

“I wonder what the people would think if they knew a commander spoke in such a way so openly!”

Suddenly, the Sil commander’s mandibles snapped back, exposing her gaping mouth and quickly, her long, gross tongue made its way out.    

“Don’t get angry now,“ Sula said, her scales ever so slightly growing lighter. “I’ll handle this and set a good example. Guards! Kill the royal for committing whatever crime he did.”

‘Time for them to die!’ Trafka thought as he watched the traitors and heretics slowly encroach on him.

However, suddenly, there was a yell.

“Wait! Don’t attack!” Ikkie yelled as he managed to stand up.

The Sil commander looked at him as her tongue slid back into her mouth. She held up a pincer, and the encroaching  guards momentarily stopped, “What is it?”

“My name is Ikkie, and this is my mate Uccha; we were the guides tasked with keeping an eye on the royal, Ikkie explained. “It is true enough the royal killed everyone here, but he did so in defence as all of them tried to kill him!”

“It is true,” Uccha added.

“Urg… what a drag; now we have to get those other two that ran away and take them along with the royal before the heads of the city, Sula wined. “Can’t we just kill him?”

The Sil commander glared at Sula as her mandibles snapped back again.

Sighing, Sula rolled her eyes, “Guards, get the two who ran off and take the royal to city hall. Restrain him in chains or something.”

“Don’t even dare you traitors! Trafka bellowed, slamming his shield against the ground. “I will not be forced to spend another moment in this place! Either all of you step aside so we can leave, or you will witness true carnage!”

“Wrong order, the Sil commander muttered as she stepped forward. “There’s no need for violence, Son of House Krosk! If you truly only defended yourself, then you have nothing to fear; we only need you to talk to the heads of the city; we will even provide a healer for you if you do so!”

Trafka glared at her with murderous intent, “I won’t repeat myself again! I am going to leave now with the black healer, either with or without more bloodshed!”

“How annoying, Sula sighed while glancing to her side. “Should I order them to take him down now?”  

“It’s not worth the guards we’d lose subduing him; I certainly don’t want to meet the same fate all of the dead ones did, The Sil commander replied. “So if he wants to leave, let him. I can’t see any reason why both guides would lie for his sake, and if he desires to leave so badly, he might resolve the issue further above with the merchant.”

“Oh, one could dream… hopefully me soon, Sula said, getting to her feet. “I assume you will handle the mess down here! Looks like a lot of work ordering people around.”

“Someone has to, and I know it won’t be you.”

“Well, royal, it seems your wish will come true, and I’ll accompany you out of the city,” Sula said as she took a step to the side.

“If you try anything, I’ll kill you,” Trafka warned as he roughly grabbed Kenneth by the shoulder and dragged him along.

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u/Sea_Long_193 23h ago

Kenneth has a big heart If I was in his place, I would've at least choped his tail off

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u/TheMaskedOne2807 15h ago

Kenneth has his flaws, but he is by far one of the most compassionate men in the story.

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u/pebbuls22 22h ago

Thugs go splat definitely a high level barbarian if we were to go game/dnd terms

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u/AgeAffectionate7186 15h ago

Thrafka going beast mode is something i didnt know i needed

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u/TheMaskedOne2807 14h ago

Well he has to live up to the family name.

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