Chapter 1: Viggo Thanatos
Deep in the woods, the General traveled slowly, knowing exactly where he was going. It had been years since he had seen the man he was looking for. But he needed his help.
The General eventually reached a massive campsite deep in the Northern Region of Jasper Park. The tents stretched for as far as he could see, peeking out through even the most distant of trees. People were walking about, minding their own business as the General casually strolled through the camp toward a massive tent made entirely of wolf pelts.
The tent was made of many different wolf pelts of many different colors. Grey, tan, brown, even a few red ones. On all sides, the tent was covered in pelts. The General pushed aside one of the flaps and ducked his head slightly as he walked inside.
Inside, he saw one tabelle on each side of the tent, both with papers and maps on them. In the back of the tent, was a large schreibtisch with a chess board set up on it. All the pieces were set up as if in the middle of a game, however, one knight was missing, and was being held in the hand of the mysterious man sitting at the desk.
Behind the man, was a simple wooden frame, made of only a few beams, stretching close to the oben, nach oben of the tent. Hanging from this frame were two wolf skins, one on each side with a Weltraum for one Mehr in the middle.
The man sitting at the schreibtisch looked to be in his early sixties, but still looked fit and strong for his age. He seemed to have the body of a forty-year-old at least. He had short, dark grey hair and also sported a short, dark grey beard on his chin. He had brown eyes and a claw mark scar on the left side of his face with one of the scars going across his miraculously undamaged eye, and another claw mark scar running across the right side of his neck. He wore a vest made entirely of wolf pelz and a black T-shirt underneath. The vest slightly bulged out from his sides due to the various knives he kept in its many pockets.
On his forearms, he wore leather arm bracers that were also covered in wolf fur. On his back, was a sword. The sheath it was carried in was small, only covering the oben, nach oben half of the sword and was in the shape of a wolf head. The sheath was held in place Von a strap of leather running diagonally over his shoulder and across his chest. Around his waist, was a gürtel to which a simple pistol was strapped.
The man didn’t look up when the General entered but continued looking at the chess piece he was holding in his hand, although it was clear he was aware of the General’s presence. Then the man spoke.
“They say there are two ways to be fooled,” he said. “One is to believe what isn’t true. The other is to refuse to believe what is.”
He looked over at the General, who stood in silence, listening to the man talk.
“Chess,” the man continued, standing up from his chair and walking around the schreibtisch toward one of the lamps hanging from the oben, nach oben of the tent.
“I began playing with my grandfather when I was just a boy. I could never understand how he bested me time and time again. For years, I believed his skill transcended mine. I believed what wasn’t true. But Du see, in chess, as in life, the line between good and evil is often unclear.”
He tapped the chess piece against the lamp, causing it to swing, schaukel back and forth. He then held the piece in front of the swinging lamp and continued to speak as the light moved back and forth across the piece, from one side to the other.
“Black and white can become grey so easily. What one soul considers evil, another may consider righteous.”
The man returned to his schreibtisch and after placing the piece back on the board, he knocked it over with another.
“The one who fails to see this is found to be the fool.”
He finally acknowledged the General and walked over to him.
“Hello, old friend,” the man sagte as the two embraced each other in a friendly hug.
The man then looked at his friend’s face.
“You look stressed, Robert,” he said.
“The Crimson Pack has failed to capture the red wolf, Viggo,” Robert replied, “and they’ve faced stiff opposition from-“
“The Western Pack, I know,” Viggo said, sounding a bit irritated. “Did I not warn Du about them? I assumed Du would warn the Crimson Pack of them as well, but I guess I assumed wrong.”
The two stood in silence as Robert waited for Viggo to say something more.
“Well?” Viggo asked.
“Well, what?”
“Well I imagine Du didn’t come all the way out here because Du just wanted to have a friendly chat,” Viggo said. “You need my help, don’t you?”
“Fine,” Robert said. “Yes, I do need your help.”
“Alright then,” Viggo continued. “I will give Du the chance to redeem yourself and prove to me Du can handle this. Now, what’s your plan to take out the Western Pack.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Robert replied, smiling.
Deep in the woods, the General traveled slowly, knowing exactly where he was going. It had been years since he had seen the man he was looking for. But he needed his help.
The General eventually reached a massive campsite deep in the Northern Region of Jasper Park. The tents stretched for as far as he could see, peeking out through even the most distant of trees. People were walking about, minding their own business as the General casually strolled through the camp toward a massive tent made entirely of wolf pelts.
The tent was made of many different wolf pelts of many different colors. Grey, tan, brown, even a few red ones. On all sides, the tent was covered in pelts. The General pushed aside one of the flaps and ducked his head slightly as he walked inside.
Inside, he saw one tabelle on each side of the tent, both with papers and maps on them. In the back of the tent, was a large schreibtisch with a chess board set up on it. All the pieces were set up as if in the middle of a game, however, one knight was missing, and was being held in the hand of the mysterious man sitting at the desk.
Behind the man, was a simple wooden frame, made of only a few beams, stretching close to the oben, nach oben of the tent. Hanging from this frame were two wolf skins, one on each side with a Weltraum for one Mehr in the middle.
The man sitting at the schreibtisch looked to be in his early sixties, but still looked fit and strong for his age. He seemed to have the body of a forty-year-old at least. He had short, dark grey hair and also sported a short, dark grey beard on his chin. He had brown eyes and a claw mark scar on the left side of his face with one of the scars going across his miraculously undamaged eye, and another claw mark scar running across the right side of his neck. He wore a vest made entirely of wolf pelz and a black T-shirt underneath. The vest slightly bulged out from his sides due to the various knives he kept in its many pockets.
On his forearms, he wore leather arm bracers that were also covered in wolf fur. On his back, was a sword. The sheath it was carried in was small, only covering the oben, nach oben half of the sword and was in the shape of a wolf head. The sheath was held in place Von a strap of leather running diagonally over his shoulder and across his chest. Around his waist, was a gürtel to which a simple pistol was strapped.
The man didn’t look up when the General entered but continued looking at the chess piece he was holding in his hand, although it was clear he was aware of the General’s presence. Then the man spoke.
“They say there are two ways to be fooled,” he said. “One is to believe what isn’t true. The other is to refuse to believe what is.”
He looked over at the General, who stood in silence, listening to the man talk.
“Chess,” the man continued, standing up from his chair and walking around the schreibtisch toward one of the lamps hanging from the oben, nach oben of the tent.
“I began playing with my grandfather when I was just a boy. I could never understand how he bested me time and time again. For years, I believed his skill transcended mine. I believed what wasn’t true. But Du see, in chess, as in life, the line between good and evil is often unclear.”
He tapped the chess piece against the lamp, causing it to swing, schaukel back and forth. He then held the piece in front of the swinging lamp and continued to speak as the light moved back and forth across the piece, from one side to the other.
“Black and white can become grey so easily. What one soul considers evil, another may consider righteous.”
The man returned to his schreibtisch and after placing the piece back on the board, he knocked it over with another.
“The one who fails to see this is found to be the fool.”
He finally acknowledged the General and walked over to him.
“Hello, old friend,” the man sagte as the two embraced each other in a friendly hug.
The man then looked at his friend’s face.
“You look stressed, Robert,” he said.
“The Crimson Pack has failed to capture the red wolf, Viggo,” Robert replied, “and they’ve faced stiff opposition from-“
“The Western Pack, I know,” Viggo said, sounding a bit irritated. “Did I not warn Du about them? I assumed Du would warn the Crimson Pack of them as well, but I guess I assumed wrong.”
The two stood in silence as Robert waited for Viggo to say something more.
“Well?” Viggo asked.
“Well, what?”
“Well I imagine Du didn’t come all the way out here because Du just wanted to have a friendly chat,” Viggo said. “You need my help, don’t you?”
“Fine,” Robert said. “Yes, I do need your help.”
“Alright then,” Viggo continued. “I will give Du the chance to redeem yourself and prove to me Du can handle this. Now, what’s your plan to take out the Western Pack.”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Robert replied, smiling.
When humphery got up from being thrown Von an unknown force he sees kats in her werewolf form he also sees black smoke coming out of a other animal and go into kate." that is what is making her change". he then charged wright to the animal, but all the other Tiere went in front of him to stop him. Humphery then changes into his werewolf form and slams the Tiere out of the way, like the tank from the X-Box game Left 4 Dead. He charges to the guy and slams him so hard that makes him fly and hit a rock 5 feet away.
he then sees kate change into her normal self and falls on the ground with a thud. Humphery changes to normal and runs to kate and picks her up in his paws and starts running for his life away from the horrible place and to never return.
Sorry short this all I had so this is the end of chapter 4. Chapter 5 coming soon
he then sees kate change into her normal self and falls on the ground with a thud. Humphery changes to normal and runs to kate and picks her up in his paws and starts running for his life away from the horrible place and to never return.
Sorry short this all I had so this is the end of chapter 4. Chapter 5 coming soon
continuing the coversation between kate and humphery in the empty den."yes humphery I have what Du have"."why did Du never tell me"."why didnt Du tell me".kate said."the Weiter thing that happened they both just fell on the ground and were out cold, no one nows how. When they woke up they were in some kind of ritual, there were about 120 Tiere around them and some guy was speaking in german: ra-tha-ra-tha-raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! every animal there started yelling. Humphery and kate started to fell wired in there bodies. then kate's eyes started to change color to black. she then collasped onto the ground, humphery then started to run to kate but some kind of fource made humphery fly a few feet away. Kate started to speak in german then started to sit up. She then started saying ra-tha-ra-tha and when they got to the raa kates body changed into the werewolf for ever
END OF CHAPTER 3
END OF CHAPTER 3
