Thoughts on... Verbrek
Posted: Thu May 26, 2022 9:25 am
As my review and revision of the Core continues, I have reached Verbrek...
I have reviewed the canon version of this domain, along with those revisions that people have put forward in QTR and on the forum, but Alfred Timothy as the Darklord just doesn't do it for me, nor reinstating Nathan Timothy.
Nathan Timothy is a more interesting character, but I feel that he's better suited as a roaming NPC, rather than tied to a specific domain. And I also feel that Kartakass does werewolves (or Wolfweres) better than Verbrek.
Now, I like the idea of a domain of untamed wilderness, which the surrounding domains sending fur trappers and lumberjacks in to take these resources for themselves, but having it as a domain where ALL the natives are werewolves just didn't feel right.
So, if Alfred Timothy is not the Darklord, who is? Having done some RL research, I was partially inspired by the Alfred Packer, the "guide" who robbed and ate those he was supposedly guiding to the gold fields of Breckenridge in 1874, as well as the German serial killer and alleged werewolf Peter Stumpp.
With a little creative twisting we get the following...
Pierre Emballeur was born in Mortigny, Richemulot in 700BC. Although possessed of a low cunning, his intelligence was not great enough to allow him to indulge in the collation of rumours and gossip that are the main currency of Richemuloise society, so when he heard that fortunes could be made in the neighbouring domain of Arkandale, he packed his belongings and crossed the border.
Being of a rugged constitution and above average strength, the lifestyle of a trapper appealed to him, although he proved to not be particularly good at it. Rather than blame his own shortcomings, Emballeur blamed the other trappers, believing that they were taking the prey he believed was rightfully his.
As rumours abounded that Arkandale was rife with werewolves, Emballeur hatched a cunning plan, where he would waylay and murder other trappers, taking their spoils and making it look like they had fallen prey to the attack of the werewolves that everyone believed roamed the domain. This proved to be easier than he had anticipated and as his murders mounted up, he gained a degree of renown as a trapper who could succeed where others had failed, having supposedly fallen prey to the werewolves of the domain. The Dark Powers had taken note and granted him a small degree of power, so that he was overlooked by the werewolves of the domain, setting their own snare for Emballeur.
However, Emballeur became complacent, as the ease in which he was able to get away with his crimes made him careless. A close friend of one of trappers he had murdered recognised a distinctive hunting knife that had belonged to his friend in the possession of Emballeur and his suspicions were raised. He quietly brought this to the attention of his colleagues and they decided to trail Emballeur, to see whether the claims he made regarding his hunting prowess were justified.
The group surreptitiously followed him and were therefore witness to his stalking and killing of another trapper, then watched as he carefully tore into the body of his victim, making it appear as if the man had been the victim of a werewolf attack.
Once Emballeur had completed his grisly work, the group confronted him, with the intention of stringing him up from the nearest tree for his rash of crimes. Emballeur, outnumbered and at bay, fled into the trees, not realising that his path would lead him to the edge of the domain bordered by the Mists. The group gave chase, finally catching up with him at the border. Given the choice between certain death at the hands of his pursuers and a possible escape into the Mists, Emballeur cursed his pursuers and fled into the Mists.
After wandering for what seemed like days within the Mists, cursing all those who had interfered with his plans, the Mists rose and a heavily forested land was revealed to him, more untamed than the land he had fled. After some time, he chanced upon the camp of a trapper, pelts piled upon a wooden sled, ready for transport. As he had lost the majority of his supplies and equipment in his flight, Emballeur decided to take everything he saw for himself and quickly fell upon the lone trapper, savagely tearing him apart in his fury.
As night fell and snow began to fall, Emballeur wrapped himself in one of the wolf pelts to keep himself warm, then ransacked the camp, looking for food. However, there was nothing. Starting a fire, Emballeur crouched in the mouth of the tent, his stomach rumbling. His eyes kept being drawn back to the corpse of the man he had killed, the remains still steaming in the cold air. Eventually, he could resist no longer and approached the corpse. It was only meat after all and who was around to judge him?
And with his first mouthful, his fate was sealed...
Pierre Emballeur preyed upon his fellow men, taking all that they had for himself and passing the depredations off as the work of unnatural predators. And now the pretence is the reality, as Emaballeur has been transformed by the Dark Powers into a Loup du Noir, the pelt he was wearing when he consumed his first victim now the agency of his transformation. His greed was his downfall and is now his curse, as he can only gain sustenance from consuming intelligent humanoids when in the form of a wolf and is always, always hungry. He believes that if he devours enough people, he will assuage his hunger, but this will never happen.
Verbrek is a realm of untamed wilderness, visited by hardy folk from the neighbouring domains - prospectors, lumbermen, fur trappers - all seeking their fortune, as Emballeur had before. However, those that prosper soon find that the reward for this is to gain the deadly attention of the Domain's Darklord, as he seeks to reclaim what he believes is rightfully his.
And that's my Dread Alternative...
I have reviewed the canon version of this domain, along with those revisions that people have put forward in QTR and on the forum, but Alfred Timothy as the Darklord just doesn't do it for me, nor reinstating Nathan Timothy.
Nathan Timothy is a more interesting character, but I feel that he's better suited as a roaming NPC, rather than tied to a specific domain. And I also feel that Kartakass does werewolves (or Wolfweres) better than Verbrek.
Now, I like the idea of a domain of untamed wilderness, which the surrounding domains sending fur trappers and lumberjacks in to take these resources for themselves, but having it as a domain where ALL the natives are werewolves just didn't feel right.
So, if Alfred Timothy is not the Darklord, who is? Having done some RL research, I was partially inspired by the Alfred Packer, the "guide" who robbed and ate those he was supposedly guiding to the gold fields of Breckenridge in 1874, as well as the German serial killer and alleged werewolf Peter Stumpp.
With a little creative twisting we get the following...
Pierre Emballeur was born in Mortigny, Richemulot in 700BC. Although possessed of a low cunning, his intelligence was not great enough to allow him to indulge in the collation of rumours and gossip that are the main currency of Richemuloise society, so when he heard that fortunes could be made in the neighbouring domain of Arkandale, he packed his belongings and crossed the border.
Being of a rugged constitution and above average strength, the lifestyle of a trapper appealed to him, although he proved to not be particularly good at it. Rather than blame his own shortcomings, Emballeur blamed the other trappers, believing that they were taking the prey he believed was rightfully his.
As rumours abounded that Arkandale was rife with werewolves, Emballeur hatched a cunning plan, where he would waylay and murder other trappers, taking their spoils and making it look like they had fallen prey to the attack of the werewolves that everyone believed roamed the domain. This proved to be easier than he had anticipated and as his murders mounted up, he gained a degree of renown as a trapper who could succeed where others had failed, having supposedly fallen prey to the werewolves of the domain. The Dark Powers had taken note and granted him a small degree of power, so that he was overlooked by the werewolves of the domain, setting their own snare for Emballeur.
However, Emballeur became complacent, as the ease in which he was able to get away with his crimes made him careless. A close friend of one of trappers he had murdered recognised a distinctive hunting knife that had belonged to his friend in the possession of Emballeur and his suspicions were raised. He quietly brought this to the attention of his colleagues and they decided to trail Emballeur, to see whether the claims he made regarding his hunting prowess were justified.
The group surreptitiously followed him and were therefore witness to his stalking and killing of another trapper, then watched as he carefully tore into the body of his victim, making it appear as if the man had been the victim of a werewolf attack.
Once Emballeur had completed his grisly work, the group confronted him, with the intention of stringing him up from the nearest tree for his rash of crimes. Emballeur, outnumbered and at bay, fled into the trees, not realising that his path would lead him to the edge of the domain bordered by the Mists. The group gave chase, finally catching up with him at the border. Given the choice between certain death at the hands of his pursuers and a possible escape into the Mists, Emballeur cursed his pursuers and fled into the Mists.
After wandering for what seemed like days within the Mists, cursing all those who had interfered with his plans, the Mists rose and a heavily forested land was revealed to him, more untamed than the land he had fled. After some time, he chanced upon the camp of a trapper, pelts piled upon a wooden sled, ready for transport. As he had lost the majority of his supplies and equipment in his flight, Emballeur decided to take everything he saw for himself and quickly fell upon the lone trapper, savagely tearing him apart in his fury.
As night fell and snow began to fall, Emballeur wrapped himself in one of the wolf pelts to keep himself warm, then ransacked the camp, looking for food. However, there was nothing. Starting a fire, Emballeur crouched in the mouth of the tent, his stomach rumbling. His eyes kept being drawn back to the corpse of the man he had killed, the remains still steaming in the cold air. Eventually, he could resist no longer and approached the corpse. It was only meat after all and who was around to judge him?
And with his first mouthful, his fate was sealed...
Pierre Emballeur preyed upon his fellow men, taking all that they had for himself and passing the depredations off as the work of unnatural predators. And now the pretence is the reality, as Emaballeur has been transformed by the Dark Powers into a Loup du Noir, the pelt he was wearing when he consumed his first victim now the agency of his transformation. His greed was his downfall and is now his curse, as he can only gain sustenance from consuming intelligent humanoids when in the form of a wolf and is always, always hungry. He believes that if he devours enough people, he will assuage his hunger, but this will never happen.
Verbrek is a realm of untamed wilderness, visited by hardy folk from the neighbouring domains - prospectors, lumbermen, fur trappers - all seeking their fortune, as Emballeur had before. However, those that prosper soon find that the reward for this is to gain the deadly attention of the Domain's Darklord, as he seeks to reclaim what he believes is rightfully his.
And that's my Dread Alternative...