Hunting Society
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Roleplay posts: 4
Registered: Apr 3, 2016 16:09:34 GMT -8
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Post by Hunting Society on May 20, 2017 9:08:25 GMT -8
DrakenwaldA vast forest sitting near Waldenburg. The forest is unsettling at night, where it's barely visible and the canopy of the accursed forest shades the floor from moonlight. Unnatural creatures stalk the wood, prowling in the ever-present shadows. Slow-moving rivers lazily flow from all directions, branching off into creeks and streams.
The Drakenwald is a a popular spot for rare pelts collected by the Hunting Society. Very few ever leave these woods alive, and it is highly recommended one seeks out the Society in Waldenburg first.
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Jon-Jon
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Frontiersman
Roleplay posts: 5
Physical Description: A fierce man, built like an oak, as high as six feet and weighing close to two-hundred pounds. Piercing blue eyes, a rugged brown beard, and his signature shaved-side hairstyle.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Jon-Jon likes to wear fur clothing, specifically crafted from the animals he kills, and especially with pouches. He almost always wields an axe, a bow, a quiver, and an assortment of knives and daggers.
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Registered: May 13, 2017 18:02:58 GMT -8
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Post by Jon-Jon on May 20, 2017 10:07:16 GMT -8
Jon-Jon would start leading Roxanne, on foot, towards the forest. "Couple of things you ought to know," he started to explain. "No horses in the forest. No unnecessary noises. You do what I say, when I say. Do that and we can stay alive." He looked at her and smiled, "but you look like you know what you doin', so you shouldn't need to worry 'bout much." Ultimately they came upon the fringes of the woodland. Jon-Jon drew his bow and tugged on the string a few times, like he had done just before they exited the city. He felt for his quiver, then his knives, then his pouch, and ensured his furs were all wrapped tightly around him. When this was done he pulled out a flask; on one side was a yellow stripe. He pulled out the plug and sprinkled some yellowish liquid on his palm. He went about rubbing up on his hands and through his hair, then on his clothes. He handed it over to Roxanne. "Piss," he said plainly. "Rub it on you real good, just like I did. Masks your smell." As the duo started trekking into the forest Jon-Jon alternated his focus on what lie ahead and his immediate surroundings. He would rub his hands on the ground, in some random leaves, or across tree bark. He specifically stopped to smell water, or investigate the lay of mud. Each time he sighed and shook his head disappointingly and moved on. Ultimately he came to a sudden drop. Down below was a mire; brown, watery pools littered the ground, with green grasses sticking up in various places. The sun was not visible, so the day was coming to an end. Roxanne would notice Jon-Jon snugging himself up nearby a treestump. "Night falls," he said quietly. "No fire tonight. Attracts unwanted attention." Jon-Jon had wore a great deal of furs with him, so he'd stay warm anyway. If Roxanne did not have the proper attire she would grow miserably cold, in which case Jon-Jon would shed some of his own fur for the lady. As the night came all sound in the forest seemed to vanish. Across from Roxanne Jon-Jon whispered "what's the most dangerous thing you ever hunted, girl?" Meanwhile he toyed with a little twig. ( Roxanne Fletcher)
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on May 20, 2017 15:51:40 GMT -8
Roxanne's sword had been taken from her by the guards, and was likely in the hands of some hooded thug. It was a shame, she'd liked that sword quite a bit. However, she retrieved her longbow and a heavy hunting knife from her room at the inn before following Jon-Jon to the forest. It was odd, not having the weight of a heavy steel sword at her hip, but there was nothing to be done about that. When he offered her the urine to mask her smell, she sighed. It wasn't the first time she'd done it, and she understood the necessity, but that didn't make it any easier. Grimacing, she rubbed the stinking liquid over herself and handed the bottle back. She followed him quietly through the forest, watching as he searched around for...something. As it grew dark, Roxanne realized that she was woefully unprepared for a night out in the woods without a fire. She had a fur coat, but it wasn't nearly enough for the frigid Drakenwald nights. She shivered, pulling her coat tightly around herself.
"The most dangerous thing I've hunted? Hmm...I've hunted quite a few things in my day, Jon-Jon. Giant serpents, were-wolves, monstrous spiders...the most dangerous thing, though, has got to be the hydra. It lived in the sea, and each head grew back as fast as you could cut it. It almost sank our ship, but we managed to harpoon it and keep it at the surface. We tried shooting it full of arrows, but it refused to die. To kill it, we ended up having to spread oil over the water and light it aflame. Almost burned the boat, too. How about you, Jon-Jon? What sort of beasts have you brought home to stuff and mount? Besides, what are we hunting right now? What could possibly be out there that's so dangerous that we can't have a fire?"
She shivered again.
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Jon-Jon
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Frontiersman
Roleplay posts: 5
Physical Description: A fierce man, built like an oak, as high as six feet and weighing close to two-hundred pounds. Piercing blue eyes, a rugged brown beard, and his signature shaved-side hairstyle.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Jon-Jon likes to wear fur clothing, specifically crafted from the animals he kills, and especially with pouches. He almost always wields an axe, a bow, a quiver, and an assortment of knives and daggers.
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Registered: May 13, 2017 18:02:58 GMT -8
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Post by Jon-Jon on May 20, 2017 16:19:13 GMT -8
Jon-Jon listened with interest to Roxanne's story. She was a pretty girl, he thought, which also made the trip a little more easier. "I prefer deer," he would finally say, in response to her first question. Then he grinned, "elk... hog... bear, even." He paused for a moment and shrugged "At least... that's what I like to hunt. Now? In these woods? The beasts here... they ain't natural. Bo Buck thinks somethin' 'round these parts been let loose... prowlin' the grounds at night... ain't sure what it is." The Hunter looked out over the swamp. "But it's big." A silence would follow as the man seemed to be remembering something. "It's got a nasty maw, big ugly eyes... scaly back, long tail... tongue too. Like a snake with legs - a lizard, I guess you could say. Just bigger and deadlier, and nocturnal. It's not the only one neither, plenty of other gods-forsaken creatures roam these lands, but the night-lizard's the worse. He owns this swamp here. And once we're done with this one I figure we could further into the swamp... find out what's really messin' things up." Jon-Jon kept his eyes on the mire, and his ears listened around him. If something appeared or made a sound he would know, as would Roxanne if she was vigilant. "So what's your story, Roxanne? Why'd you choose this profession? Pretty girl like you ought to be in a castle somewhere, no?" He was being sarcastic on the last bit, but genuinely wanted to know the girl's history. ( Roxanne Fletcher)
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on May 20, 2017 22:56:36 GMT -8
"A giant lizard? As long as it doesn't breath fire, how bad could it possibly be? I've dealt with giant lizards before, and giant snakes too. Snakes are troublesome sometimes."
She chuckled at his comment about belonging in a castle, before shivering in a cold. At least a castle would likely have a nice warm hearth, or a blanket at the very least.
"I've never been one for castles, Jon-Jon. I certainly didn't grow up in one. I was born in Asgeir, in a village called Taavi. My father...he wasn't from around there, and he didn't stick around. My mother raised me and my little brother all by herself. She was a monster hunter too, and wrestled bears for fun. Unfortunately, she passed away from illness when we were both young, and we had to leave the village to go look for my father. We didn't find him until years and years afterwards, but we did manage to get to his family's estate. Gran took us in and raised us both, which is why we go by the family name Fletcher. It's for Gran, not my father. Anyways, I really always wanted to become a monster hunter. Luckily, Gran used to be one as well, and my Uncle Renalt was a dragonslayer before he retired. Both of them taught me enough for me to go out on my own and learn the rest on the job. It's been rough, but I wouldn't rather do anything else. And I definitely wouldn't want to sit around in a castle."
She laughed, imagining a life as a noble. How dull it would all be, sitting around doing nothing all day!
"What about you, Jon-Jon? What made you decide to go into this line of work? You look like you were sitting in a tree with a bow from the moment you were born."
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Jon-Jon
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Frontiersman
Roleplay posts: 5
Physical Description: A fierce man, built like an oak, as high as six feet and weighing close to two-hundred pounds. Piercing blue eyes, a rugged brown beard, and his signature shaved-side hairstyle.
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Clothes and Equipment:
Jon-Jon likes to wear fur clothing, specifically crafted from the animals he kills, and especially with pouches. He almost always wields an axe, a bow, a quiver, and an assortment of knives and daggers.
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Registered: May 13, 2017 18:02:58 GMT -8
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Post by Jon-Jon on May 21, 2017 10:58:23 GMT -8
Jon-Jon chuckled quietly, smiling, then whispered "my pa was a frontiersman. He raised me as such. When I reached adolescence I joined his hunting club, which became a part of the Hunting Society. Not much to it, really. I'm just a simple man." Something rustled the grasses down below in the swamp, and Jon-Jon's eyes darted in that direction. After a few moments of silence, however, he looked back at Roxanne. "I've been to Asgeir. It's cold, and the creatures there have very thick, very fine pelts - a grand place to make a profit, if you can stand the weather." Again, something rustled. Jon-Jon gripped his bow and peered in the cold darkness. He blinked the sleep out of eyes and slowly stood up. "Here that?" Roxanne might would hear the very subtle sound of dripping water. One drop... Two drops... Three drops... Then it stopped. Jon-Jon cocked his head in one direction to listen closer, but nothing. What was really only a few seconds felt like minutes as he anxiously awaited more sounds. Behind Roxanne came a high-pitched, blood-curdling screech. Something massive battered through the nearby trees, cracking and splintering great trunks. In the darkness came only a darkened shape, making it hard to see what it really was. Within an instant the creature's great tail came swinging at high speeds, sweeping towards Roxanne. Jon-Jon, bow and arrow in hand, had no choice but to roll sideways and tumble down the side of the hill to avoid the tail. He hoped Roxanne would escape the surprise attack unscathed as well... ( Roxanne Fletcher)
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on May 23, 2017 17:13:46 GMT -8
Roxanne nodded as Jon-Jon mentioned the pelts. She missed Asgeir, and all its seals and walruses and white bears. Even if it was dangerous and harsh, it was still home to her, just as much as the family estate. When he mentioned the sound, she stopped reminiscing and listened. Water droplets? What could that be? Her question was soon answered as a huge something burst through the woods. Roxanne threw herself out of the way, but was just a moment too slow. The tail caught her leg, denting the steel armor and bruising the flesh beneath. She reached for her bow, but realized that it was still by the fire, with the monster between it and her. Eyes wide, she pulled her last weapon, her hunting knife, from her belt. What was that thing? She scrambled to her feet, waiting for it to come into the firelight so she could get a better look at it.
"Jon-Jon! Are you ok?"
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