Patrollogs
(Sam's big game hunt)
[Sun Dec 1 2024]
In The Forest
A trail leads away from the dirt road into the forest. The path is travelled
more by the denizens of the woods rather than humans, but there are the odd
footprints, both bare and booted, that step along the trail further into the
trees.
It is afternoon, about 44F(6C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. Ankle high mist flows through the area.
Sam says "Right, lessee."
Ceryn rolls his shoulders, "I hope it's not too nasty, but I think we have a good chance if we work together."
Sam says "Yeh, usually manage fine myself."
Sam says "With backup it gets easier, though."
Ceryn says "If you're confident I'm confident."
Sam says "Oh, hey colt!"
Ceryn snaps his fingers.
"Howdy," Colton drawls, affecting a Southern accent. He rests his crossbow up against his shoulder, then says, "This should be pretty quick. I'm going to rush it down and start chopping it up, so it should be safe to charge in to range with that Glock." Ceryn gets a little nod, too, before he says, "Don't cast any damn spells on me, either of you."
"Mnh, most I'll do is weaken the prey forya." Sam nods to Colton. "I don't have any friendly magic."
A giant smirk is plastered on Iris' face as Iris marches into the forest, calling out "Quite the crowd hunting this thing, anyone catch a glimpse of what it was?"
"I don't cast magic, I call life, but I know you're funny about that." Ceryn huffs lightly, tightening his glove, "Either way, I wont cast magic on you, don't worry." He winks, tone playful.
Sam says "North west."
Ceryn says "There it is..."
Colton says "That thing's from hell. Slow and swings hard. Tentacles inside, worth a bit of money."
Sam says "Oh shit."
Colton says "Not a danger from a range. Let's get to it."
Iris marches forth with a hale of bullets, bracing the handgun against her forearm.
Ducking low, Sam points a finger at the creature, runes on a human-looking fingerbone on a silver chain around his neck glowing.
Loosing a few shots, Sam grins slightly. "Oh, that thing is already weak."
Iris says "Very much so."
Ceryn sighs lightly ass arrows fly and shots go off, "Really is a bit of a mess, aye?" He murmurs over to a sly, mossy-furred fox.
Colton holds off from attacking again, instead circling around a black inky pool to let the ranged fighters handle it. "I cut it in half before, just about," he shouts over. "Just get it killed. Killing blow gets the tentacle."
Sam says "Eyo! "
Sams Big Game Hunt 241202
(Sam's big game hunt)
[Sun Dec 1 2024]
In The Forest
A trail leads away from the dirt road into the forest. The path is travelled
more by the denizens of the woods rather than humans, but there are the odd
footprints, both bare and booted, that step along the trail further into the
trees.
It is afternoon, about 44F(6C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. Ankle high mist flows through the area.
Sam says "Right, lessee."
Ceryn rolls his shoulders, "I hope it's not too nasty, but I think we have a good chance if we work together."
Sam says "Yeh, usually manage fine myself."
Sam says "With backup it gets easier, though."
Ceryn says "If you're confident I'm confident."
Sam says "Oh, hey colt!"
Ceryn snaps his fingers.
"Howdy," Colton drawls, affecting a Southern accent. He rests his crossbow up against his shoulder, then says, "This should be pretty quick. I'm going to rush it down and start chopping it up, so it should be safe to charge in to range with that Glock." Ceryn gets a little nod, too, before he says, "Don't cast any damn spells on me, either of you."
"Mnh, most I'll do is weaken the prey forya." Sam nods to Colton. "I don't have any friendly magic."
A giant smirk is plastered on Iris' face as Iris marches into the forest, calling out "Quite the crowd hunting this thing, anyone catch a glimpse of what it was?"
"I don't cast magic, I call life, but I know you're funny about that." Ceryn huffs lightly, tightening his glove, "Either way, I wont cast magic on you, don't worry." He winks, tone playful.
Sam says "North west."
Ceryn says "There it is..."
Colton says "That thing's from hell. Slow and swings hard. Tentacles inside, worth a bit of money."
Sam says "Oh shit."
Colton says "Not a danger from a range. Let's get to it."
Iris marches forth with a hale of bullets, bracing the handgun against her forearm.
Ducking low, Sam points a finger at the creature, runes on a human-looking fingerbone on a silver chain around his neck glowing.
Loosing a few shots, Sam grins slightly. "Oh, that thing is already weak."
Iris says "Very much so."
Ceryn sighs lightly ass arrows fly and shots go off, "Really is a bit of a mess, aye?" He murmurs over to a sly, mossy-furred fox.
Colton holds off from attacking again, instead circling around a black inky pool to let the ranged fighters handle it. "I cut it in half before, just about," he shouts over. "Just get it killed. Killing blow gets the tentacle."
Sam says "Eyo! "