Awake: - A slight groan escaped the knight as his blue-green eyes opened. They then blinked a few times and a gloved hand immediately went to his head. The last thing Hendrik recalled was that something big hitting him after a long drawn out fight, one similar in nature to the dragon he'd faced with the party in Sniflheim before Serena had appeared with her harp. But the only thing he could hear was whispers as he blinked at the shiny object in front of him. He wanted to move backwards, but his stubborn pride refused him that, since he'd faced much worse than a mirror after all. So he spoke in a demanding tone.
"What is the meaning of this?"
Mermaids and foul weather: - While working on the ship, the knight had been forced to be on his knees and scrub the decks. But now and again he heard eerie singing and couldn't figure out the source. Finally he'd had enough of it and moved slightly to stand up for a moment and look to where the singing was coming from. Mermaids swam predatorily, and that made him move a step backwards as they spoke in a language he didn't understand. But it was their pattern of speech that bothered him the most since the ones he'd met back home rhymed. These just..had their own particular cadence which seemed discordant and harsh.
Soon enough the looming snowstorm hit the ship and visibility was absolute zero and it was cold enough to remind him of facing the Jormun in Sniflheim, so he had to abscond for cover along with the others that had been serving on the deck. Once safely inside, his gloved fists clenched as he stood to his full height, speaking indignantly.
"We must get to shore and find out what is going on." And he needed to know where they were headed. He didn't have time to be captured and serving as a slave on a ship. His world needed to be saved from the darkness and no time could be wasted.
A sigh came out and he shook his head. "We are all in this together it seems."
Escape: The escape was a lot tougher without his shield and axe. He'd had them before he left home, and a part of him really hoped they were still here somewhere being hoarded. No one else had appeared to have weapons either and his own defensive and healing abilities had been missing as well. Still, Hendrik was a knight and would fight with his hands if needs be. His tall height would come in handy as well and he could certainly use it to his advantage.
As he was about to exit, he noticed a fire out of the corner of his eye. And then there were undead aboard the vessel. Scowling, the purple haired head lowered and he growled. This would've been a lot easier with his weapons but with the first undead he grabbed it by it's throat and lifted it well off of its feet before tossing it overboard as if it were nothing more than a mere rag doll.
Looking around him, he nodded to the nearest person. "Are you in need of aid?"
Hendrik | Dragon Quest XI
"What is the meaning of this?"
Mermaids and foul weather: - While working on the ship, the knight had been forced to be on his knees and scrub the decks. But now and again he heard eerie singing and couldn't figure out the source. Finally he'd had enough of it and moved slightly to stand up for a moment and look to where the singing was coming from. Mermaids swam predatorily, and that made him move a step backwards as they spoke in a language he didn't understand. But it was their pattern of speech that bothered him the most since the ones he'd met back home rhymed. These just..had their own particular cadence which seemed discordant and harsh.
Soon enough the looming snowstorm hit the ship and visibility was absolute zero and it was cold enough to remind him of facing the Jormun in Sniflheim, so he had to abscond for cover along with the others that had been serving on the deck. Once safely inside, his gloved fists clenched as he stood to his full height, speaking indignantly.
"We must get to shore and find out what is going on." And he needed to know where they were headed. He didn't have time to be captured and serving as a slave on a ship. His world needed to be saved from the darkness and no time could be wasted.
A sigh came out and he shook his head. "We are all in this together it seems."
Escape: The escape was a lot tougher without his shield and axe. He'd had them before he left home, and a part of him really hoped they were still here somewhere being hoarded. No one else had appeared to have weapons either and his own defensive and healing abilities had been missing as well. Still, Hendrik was a knight and would fight with his hands if needs be. His tall height would come in handy as well and he could certainly use it to his advantage.
As he was about to exit, he noticed a fire out of the corner of his eye. And then there were undead aboard the vessel. Scowling, the purple haired head lowered and he growled. This would've been a lot easier with his weapons but with the first undead he grabbed it by it's throat and lifted it well off of its feet before tossing it overboard as if it were nothing more than a mere rag doll.
Looking around him, he nodded to the nearest person. "Are you in need of aid?"