Patrollogs
(Ceryn's big game hunt)
[Mon Dec 9 2024]
In The Forest
The underbrush grows thick here, and the trees
that take up space here are extraordinarily thick
and large. Common wild life come and go from it
regularly to graze the abundance of foliage or to
burrow in the rich, dark soil. Faint streams of
sunlight or moonlight filter through the dense
canopy above, and the few dead trees that have
fallen long ago are speckled with moss and small
mushrooms.
It is night, about 35F(1C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. Ankle high mist flows through the area. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
Ceryn ticks off a light wave to Colton, "Howdy Colt."
"Evening, Ceryn," Colton grunts, strapping himself up with his gear. "Saw you got yourself in a scuffle with Novel. Little more practice and you'll get there, yeah?" He leans his lumberjack's axe over a shoulder, then lifts his eyebrows at the demonoid ahead.
"This guy'll be valuable," he says. "Ready?"
Ceryn upticks a nod, "Well, he beat my ass but Vic got him."
Ceryn calls out, "No magic, right? Not even something to help you?"
"So it goes," Colton grunts. "You'll get there. Don't use magic for my sake. Fight how you will, though."
Ceryn stumbles a few steps as he's abruptly tugged along, "Ugh, could warn me before doing something like that!" He chuffs, "And it's not for your sake, but it's how I fight. I'm a supportive sort!"
After loosing an arrow, Ceryn stomps the ground, uprooting thorny brambles that coil around a red-skinned, winged humanoid's ankles, dragging it into the dirt.
"You'll grow out of that," Colton calls back, sweeping his axe lightly through someone' guard as the creature finds itself immobilised. "You gotta be able to support /and/ fight on your own, you want to make it out here."
"You'll grow out of that," Colton calls back, sweeping his axe lightly through a red-skinned, winged humanoid's guard as the creature finds itself immobilised. "You gotta be able to support /and/ fight on your own, you want to make it out here."
"Funny coming from a pack animal!" Ceryn chuckles goodnaturedly, "But I get you, I'd like to do both." He tacks on, arrows knocked one after the other.
Ceryn says "Ah shite, it's coming for me instead."
Ceryn snaps his fingers, sending a few motes of heated sparks to gather around a red-skinned, winged humanoid that infuses into it's body.
"Well, you just told it you're the support guy," Colton grunts, chasing a red-skinned, winged humanoid down to throw his axe into its back. "Demonborn are still intelligent creatures, even when they've been fleshformed to hell and back."
Ceryn murmurs a reverent few words under his breath, a flick of blood flashed across the grass before it bursts into a shroud of rose bushes.
Ceryn breaths a sigh of relief, "Cutting it up? I think I did fairly well there, what do you think?"
Coltons Big Game Hunt 241210
(Ceryn's big game hunt)
[Mon Dec 9 2024]
In The Forest
The underbrush grows thick here, and the trees
that take up space here are extraordinarily thick
and large. Common wild life come and go from it
regularly to graze the abundance of foliage or to
burrow in the rich, dark soil. Faint streams of
sunlight or moonlight filter through the dense
canopy above, and the few dead trees that have
fallen long ago are speckled with moss and small
mushrooms.
It is night, about 35F(1C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. Ankle high mist flows through the area. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
Ceryn ticks off a light wave to Colton, "Howdy Colt."
"Evening, Ceryn," Colton grunts, strapping himself up with his gear. "Saw you got yourself in a scuffle with Novel. Little more practice and you'll get there, yeah?" He leans his lumberjack's axe over a shoulder, then lifts his eyebrows at the demonoid ahead.
"This guy'll be valuable," he says. "Ready?"
Ceryn upticks a nod, "Well, he beat my ass but Vic got him."
Ceryn calls out, "No magic, right? Not even something to help you?"
"So it goes," Colton grunts. "You'll get there. Don't use magic for my sake. Fight how you will, though."
Ceryn stumbles a few steps as he's abruptly tugged along, "Ugh, could warn me before doing something like that!" He chuffs, "And it's not for your sake, but it's how I fight. I'm a supportive sort!"
After loosing an arrow, Ceryn stomps the ground, uprooting thorny brambles that coil around a red-skinned, winged humanoid's ankles, dragging it into the dirt.
"You'll grow out of that," Colton calls back, sweeping his axe lightly through someone' guard as the creature finds itself immobilised. "You gotta be able to support /and/ fight on your own, you want to make it out here."
"You'll grow out of that," Colton calls back, sweeping his axe lightly through a red-skinned, winged humanoid's guard as the creature finds itself immobilised. "You gotta be able to support /and/ fight on your own, you want to make it out here."
"Funny coming from a pack animal!" Ceryn chuckles goodnaturedly, "But I get you, I'd like to do both." He tacks on, arrows knocked one after the other.
Ceryn says "Ah shite, it's coming for me instead."
Ceryn snaps his fingers, sending a few motes of heated sparks to gather around a red-skinned, winged humanoid that infuses into it's body.
"Well, you just told it you're the support guy," Colton grunts, chasing a red-skinned, winged humanoid down to throw his axe into its back. "Demonborn are still intelligent creatures, even when they've been fleshformed to hell and back."
Ceryn murmurs a reverent few words under his breath, a flick of blood flashed across the grass before it bursts into a shroud of rose bushes.
Ceryn breaths a sigh of relief, "Cutting it up? I think I did fairly well there, what do you think?"