Author: Suchus, Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2016 5:55 AM, Post Subject: Huntsmen [Event] [R]

Tavor finished weaving the third blanket and tossed it to the orcs' feet. He paused as he heard a noise coming from the woods, then silently disappeared into the mass of trees, returning a few moments later, his now bloody sword to his side, with a few quails in his right hand. After plucking the feathers off the three dead birds, and throwing the entrails with ose of the rabbits', he left them over the fire to cook.

While the birds cooked, he turned to the pair of orcs, dropping to his knees before them, his eyes staring into theirs, instilling fear in theirs hearts. They had rested long enough. He pulled out Ravvon's dagger, then spoke, asking them who their master is, and they reluctantly spoke the name, Azuk. Then he asked them about more information, such as his location, but they refused to speak until the dagger was raised to the throat of the larger one, then, satisfied with the answer, the crocodile rose and left them.

He pulled the three birds and started feeding on them, pulling chunk by chunk of meat with his powerful teeth, then tossed the bones into the river and threw the blanket over the two orcs, one over himself, and sleeping through the night.

He woke in the morning to find the two orcs propped against the tree, the blanket loosely over them. He woke them with a powerful kick, then took them to the other side of the river, leaving them with only the blanket which he had weaved for them. They were stripped of their weapons and armour, and were covered in linen. Leaving them to their devices, the crocodile returned to he shapeshifter, telling her what he had managed to get out of the pair. Azuk was hidden in an old warehouse on the outskirts of the plains of Bohar, with a few guards so as to not attract attention to himself, but he was to return to the dungeon soon.

At this, he tossed the burnt twigs into the forest and immediately started moving North. They had no time to waste.

Author: Aspect, Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2016 7:36 PM, Post Subject: Huntsmen [Event] [R]

Aspect looked at the large crocodile as he spoke. She nodded her head, it was a good plan and one she could carry out efficiently. She gave a crooked smile as he lifted his lip for a second, showing off his rows of teeth. She watched him walk over and drag the orcs into a clearing at the edge of the trees. He rested them next to each other and set about making a fire. He gathered an assortment of sticks and small logs before lighting the flame. 

She kept an eye on the orcs while he did this, making sure they wouldn't escape. Though she doubt they would with crocodile's enchanted bounds on their limbs. Shortly there after, he bound them to a tree next to the fire. He then went over and hung the two rabbits on a rod in the middle of the fire. They were dressed and ready to be eaten after being cooked. She licked her lips as she watched them cook. They were fat too, fat and healthy rabbits.

She traded places with the gator and he went to take over watching the orcs. To occupy the time she watched him weave baskets out of the vines and leaves from the surrounding trees. When the rabbits were done, she pulled them off the fire and laid them to the side. She had already eaten the crocodile's dinner before the battle started so she wouldn't be needing the extra food. She shifted into a basic dog form and laid down by the fire.

She cured up in a ball and licked the few injuries she found on her limbs. Mostly just small scratches and scrapes from fighting with the orcs. There was a small cut on her fore-paw from falling off the roof of the barn with Ravvon. It was minor, but she was compelled to lick it anyway. When she was done nursing her injuries, she flattened her ears and rested her head on her paws, staring intently at her captives. If they decided to run tonight, she would be quick to hear them and chase after them in this form. 

Author: Suchus, Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2016 9:11 AM, Post Subject: Huntsmen [Event] [R]

The crocodile watched as the shape shifter tended to the two orcs, then ca,e to stand beside him. She asked him a question, and he glared at the two orcs for a moment before turning around and grabbing the rope he had made earlier, then tossed it close to them.
"Get what we can… Then maybe release them somewhere they do not know, and if they struggle, we kill them." At this, he bared his teeth for a brief moment, scanning the area with his yellow eyes.

"We make camp here. Let them redt for a while." He reached for the large orc and grabbed his collar, pulling him roughly to his feet, and helping him through the trees into a clearing, where he pushed him into the ground, then he dragged the unconscious one close to thr other orc.

The crocodile broke several branches off trees, and grabbed some off the ground, then threw them into the center of the clearing. He piled a few twigs and branches, tossing the others aside, to throw into the fire later when needed. With the rope, he bound the two orcs to a tree. He lit a fire and over it hung the two rabbits, now entrails removed and thrown far away for the animals to feed upon. He walled over to the tree to which the orcs were bound and pulled down more vines and started weaving blankets as the hares cooked.

Surprisingly, the two orcs didn't struggle, even when the smaller one was once again aware of his surroundings and started stirring. The crocodile tossed the first blanket to the ground, and in a few minutes he was working on the third blanket, which the two orcs would share. Hopefully, the shape shifter had taken care of the hares, or they would no longer be edible.

Author: Aspect, Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2016 6:58 PM, Post Subject: Huntsmen [Event] [R]

Aspect felt the crocodile dismount and started attacking the orcs from the ground. Within a few minutes, the pair had decimated their numbers and had only a few still alive to interrogate. The survivors were wounded themselves and the crocodile disappeared to retrieve some kind of covering to keep them from expiring too soon. She stood over them, glaring and clicking her large teeth if they so much as shifted their weight on the ground. She smelled him return with the two rabbits at hand and allowed herself to shift back.

She brushed the dirt off her hands on her pants and took the hides from him, glancing up at his large yellow eyes. She slipped back to the captives and started to dress their injuries. She laid the hides over the cuts and pressed down to help stop the bleeding. She snarled at them and she felt the large orc she was helping whine softly under her hand. She squinted her eyes and him before finishing up and moving over to his companion. 

This orc was of a lighter build and as a result, the slash from the sword went much deeper than if he had been slightly heavier. She gripped his injured arm and turned it slightly to the side. She saw a flash of white among the blood and quickly covered it with the large rabbit skin. It wasn't long before it seeped through around the edges. When she took the hide off again, she saw him slump over on his side in faint. She glanced down at him before reaching into a pouch on her belt and pulled out a fine needle and thread. She crouched over the unconscious orc and started to sew closed the cut.

She glanced over at the crocodile, where he stood with the rabbits. "You said you wanted to interrogate them," she called over. The one orc that was awake looked up and glanced between the two. "Figure out what needs to be done and where we need to go. We can take these two fugitives with us if needed. I don't suggest that we let them go alive, at least not here. The bloody cowards, running away from a fight." She spit on the ground and tugged slightly harder than necessary on the string for the last stitch. She tied it and wiped the needle on her pants. She walked over and stood next to the crocodile as they decided about what to do.

Author: Suchus, Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2016 7:56 AM, Post Subject: Huntsmen [Event] [R]

 Tavor N'eveth pulled his curved sword from his belt and slashed at one orc, hewing his sword arm, and quickly hit him with the blunt of his sword, causing the orc to fall the ground, unconscious. He swiftly slid off the horse and charged at the enemy, and with ine mighty wave of his sword an orc lost his head. He quickly replaced the sword and grabbed repositioned his staff, as a thin layer of mist protured from it, this time not killing the orcs, but making them unable to stand.

 The mist dispersed pretty quickly, and the crocodile had his sword in his hand once more. He sprang forth, slashing and hacking at the weak orcs, who barely wielded weapons. He hewed the arms of one orc, then the head of another, leaving at last two survivng orcs ready to fight. He sprang and stabbed the two maimed orcs in their legs, crippling them fore good, then he quickly ran into the direction of the nearest tree and pulled some vines down, and as the shape shifter took care of the last two,nfor two were crippled and could not fight, he weaved a rope to bind them.

 He glanced behind him, and the two maimed orcs were thrown aside frim the pile of bodies and blood. They too will die soon from bloodloss, he knew, so he tossed the ropes close to the captives and went hunting, his blade drawn; hide would make good bandages, and they could get some food as well.

 It was a few minutes before he was back, holding two large hares, dead and skinned, ready for cooking.

Author: Aspect, Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2016 7:48 PM, Post Subject: Huntsmen [Event] [R]

Aspect stood still as the crocodile swung his leg over her side. He was slightly heavier than a normal man and his snout made him slightly top heavy. She was fortunate he had a good sense of balance or she could fall. She flicked an ear back as he spoke. She trotted forward and nodded her head. "The box is still in the tavern," she told him. "But Ravvon has been taken care of." She slowly picked up her speed, turning the brief trot into a swift lope. She wouldn't rush them until they were closer.

She felt the gator shift his positioning and caution her to not kill all of the orcs. She snorted as her long legs ate up the ground, her hooves sent up clods of earth in her wake. "No promises," she warned him. She picked up her speed and quickly overtook the escaping orcs. She caught one in the back of his leg with her hoof and proceeded to trample him. She kicked out with her hind legs, hoping the crocodile wouldn't fall and lashed out at another behind her. 

She lunged her neck forward and bit the shoulder of one, her large teeth sinking into the meat of his upper arm. Her ears flicked backwards and she twisted around, getting into good positioning so that the crocodile could use his sword. She spun and slammed her flank into an orc, knocking him to the ground. She stomped her hooves down into the earth and felt his bones break under her bulk. With a horrible scream, she reared and clawed at the orcs below her with her hooves.

Author: Suchus, Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2016 1:28 PM, Post Subject: Huntsmen [Event] [R]

Tavor took a deep breath and prepared to spring once more after the band; they weren't far from water, and they were few. Before he could move, however, he heard the sound of soft footsteps and turned as a dog came bounding towards him, then changed to a horse. She was here as he expected and hoped; the shape shifter, and she asked him to mount. He turned his head and glanced at the band of orcs, thinking they're safe themselves, getting farther and farther, unknowing of the danger pursuing them, of death that awaits them. He never mounted a horse before… Or anything else, for that matter, but now he had to. The crocodile had seen many people mount before so he had a general idea on how to get on, and after all, he didn't have to control to horse, just hold on.

He spun the blade in his hand and replaced it in his belt to his side and swiftly swung his body onto the back of the horse, and before they took off he whispered, his voice deep and strong, and the wind carried it no farther than he intended to, so the horse could hear him. He had spoken, "Ravvon ? The box ?", and felt the soft wind against his back; the wind moved with them.

Before they took off, he whispered something else, to make sure nothing goes wrong. "Don't kill them all. We need to extract what we can first." He then let out a low grunt as he adjusted himself on the back of the large animal.

Author: Aspect, Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2016 11:54 AM, Post Subject: Huntsmen [Event] [R]

Aspect watched as the crocodile ran over and inspected the body under her claws. He went to his knees and went through the dead man's pockets. She stood over them and the crocodile stood, a few of the dead man's belongings in his hands. She got off the body when he saw started dragging it away. She turned her head to the side, confused and bewildered at this action. What is he doing? She walked after him, spreading her wings out for balance. He dropped the body and took off after a small group of orcs.

She went over to the body and gripped the his hair in her beak. With a twist of her powerful neck, the head came off in her mouth. That's all she needed and she hurried over to the Black Dagger Tavern. She shifted into her human form and ran around the building to the back door. There was an old worn sack by the base of the door and she threw the vile head inside. She left it there and took off after the crocodile. They had a head start on her, so it would probably be a while before she caught up to them. 

She dived forward, her hands extended towards the ground. Dog. Her hands became paws as soon as they touched the ground and she bounded ahead. Her long muscular legs made her appear to almost fly over the ground. The tawny mastiff soon caught up with the crocodile and the orcs. She watched him bring down one of the orcs that had fallen behind the rest of the group and swiftly delivered a death blow with his sword. He stood over it, watching the others run away.

She changed her course and ran up to him. Horse. She thought. Her paws turned to hooves as she changed forms again. She went up to the crocodile and stopped next to him, glancing at her flank. "Mount up Gator," she said quickly. Her muscles twitched, causing a ripple effect over her chestnut flanks. She flicked her tail and pranced, ready to be off and on the move. She flipped her lip and brandished her large straight teeth. "We can not let them get away."

Author: Suchus, Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2016 11:02 AM, Post Subject: Huntsmen [Event] [R]

Tavor pointed his staff towards the building and a jet of water hit it, the pressure destroying the wood, but missing horribly. Before he could attack once more, however, a great eagle came to his aid and attacked Ravvon, and his body was dead beside the crocodile within seconds. The remaining orcs seemed to have seen what happened, for they started to back off in fear. He dropped to his knees and checked Ravvon's pulse, and he was dead.

The crocodile rose and turned to the eagle as she screeched towards him. He replaced his blade back to his belt and was about to start dragging the body towards the tavern, but then he dropped it. They wanted only the head, and nothing else. Maybe there was something good on Ravvon's body, and since the note said nothing about the belongings, it would be a shame indeed to leave it behind.

N'eveth dropped once again on his knees, close to the body, and brushing the cloak aside examined it, and his eyes fell upon a mithril dagger. He pulled it out and slid it into his belt; he'd make a sheathe for it later, but for now he had to rely on the tightness of the leather that held his khopesh. He glanced up at the eagle then slowly rose once again to his feet, then a chill ran down his spine.

A few orcs escaped. If they reached their masters they will tell them everything, and the quest will be ended. He leapt to his feet and sprang in pursuit after those that escaped, for their scent was strong even for a man, let alone a crocodile such as he. They weren't far, surely; it's been no more than a couple of minutes since the attack. He ran with his staff in one hand, ready to release the mist once more once he finds them, and his khopesh in his other hand, ready to block any incoming attack.

If he were lucky, he'd have a prisoner whom he can interrogate later. Then once again fear struck him, for he had left Ravvon alone, what if somebody stole the kill ? But now was not the time to worry; if he managed to track and take down an orc leader then he'd be given a bigger reward. After all, he had the box… The box ! The box was back in the tavern, the crocodile had left it on the table when the orcs appeared. How could he blunder so much in one day ?

He caught sight of the band of orcs escaping, and guessed there must be around five or ten left. In his anger, he threw himself forward, and an orc a few feet behind the others fell face-first into the ground as Tavor slammed into him. He turned and the crocodile threw himself upon the orc, holding his sword to the orc's throat, a dangerous light in his eyes. He pressed the blade against the orc and before the orc could warn the others slit his throat. He rose and glanced at the others. Thankfully, they hadn't felt the attack. He had to kill them, but he needed at least one alive, crippled so he could not struggle. The crocodile flicked his sword, and a few droplets of dark blood fell from the tip of the curved blade as he stood over the dead body. If the eagle was indeed the shape shifter, then she would have already placed the body where it should be, and maybe coming to his aid. If not, then the body is probably being eaten at this moment, and no reward will be given.

Author: Aspect, Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2016 6:57 AM, Post Subject: Huntsmen [Event] [R]

Aspect lunged and rammed the attacking orcs, her large body and tusks causing significant damage to even the largest of the orcs. Her thick hide and fur protected her from their swords and arrows. She pounded an orc into the ground with her hooves and let out a roar. Several orcs turned and ran away from her. She raced after them, bloody cowards. She caught one orc by his clothing and threw him up in the air. He clawed at the air and reminded her vaguely of a bug that was flipped over. She caught him in her jaws and threw him into a building nearby. His body slammed into it and he dropped to the ground lifeless.

She gradually drifted back towards the crocodile as she attacked. At one point she heard him speak and turned around. It was a language she was unfamiliar with and his deep voice rippled through the ground like an after shock. She watched, stunned, as a large column of water shot out of the river and broke apart a wooden bridge. The orcs on it fell and were quickly consumed by the ravenous water and disappeared. She looked warily at the crocodile, making a mental note to never anger him when they were around water.

She saw him rush forward and she returned to the band of orcs. She felt a cool substance, like water vapor, tickle the back of her hind legs as she ran. She looked out of the corner of her eye and saw a large shadow follow her over the ground. She stopped and growled, thinking the shadow was from a large creature above her. Nothing was flying down to attack and yet the darkness still moved. It reached her and the black fog laced around her legs, the cool air making her fur stand on end. This wasn't natural. She looked at the crocodile and saw him holding his staff, which the mist was coming from. Of course.

She walked slowly towards the orcs as she was unable to see her feet through the fog. She heard a scream and saw one of the orcs in contact with the fog drop to his knees. He seemed very old and frail for this fight and she wondered why he was here. She heard several sharp screeches and saw a group of three orcs standing in the fog. She could watch them age, going from young warriors into that of old. Their hair turned white, their muscles receded, and wrinkles were created. The fog was the cause of it and they soon dropped down into it and disappeared. 

She shuddered to herself and noticed that the men around her were not being affected by the dark magic. The crocodile was only targeting the orcs. Only a few were left at this point and she was debating about shifting back into a less intimidating form. She looked back at the crocodile. He was staring upward and she followed his gaze to a figure on the roof. Jenseal Ravvon. She hissed. She waited to see if the crocodile would attack first, but it appeared his magic couldn't get far above the ground. Her turn then. She ducked down and trotted behind a building.

She crouched down and shrugged her shoulders. Eagle. She thought. Quickly her hog body was replaced with that of a Haast's Eagle. She flapped up to the top of building, stretching out her ten foot wings. She jumped off the side and glided above the small town. She tipped her tail feathers and circled back around. She eyed the man perched on the rooftops and closed her wings. She dived down towards him, as swift and silent as a bullet. She let lose a scream and extended her large talons. Ravvon stood and started to turn to look at her. She saw the whites of his eyes before they collided together, her claws digging deep into his stomach and chest. 

She stabbed at him fiercely with her hooked beak and picked hunks of flesh off his face. She flapped her wings and used the pressure to push them over the edge of the roof. He grabbed at her neck with his hands, catching mostly feathers. They fell quickly, their combined weight speeding their descent. At the last second, she let go with her talons and spread her wings, almost hovering. He crashed to the ground, his body sprawled in an unnatural position. He twitched briefly before the life left his body. She perched over him and shrieked to the crocodile. They had their first head.

Author: Suchus, Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2016 5:43 AM, Post Subject: Huntsmen [Event] [R]

The crocodile darted out of the door towards the approaching hoard of orcs. One orc, scrawny and speedy, sprang forth with his blade unsheathed, but Tavor grabbed his head and twisted his neck, breaking it, and dropping the lifeless and limp body. He pulled out his khopesh and blocked an attack coming from a large, heavily built orc. They parried each others' attacks at first, then the orc's sword was caught in Tavor's. The crocodile twisted his own blade, causing the orc to lose balance and pull back his sword, then as another came charging, he threw the large orc at him, and the two fell into the water.

He paused, standing on one small bridge, his sword once again to his side, then he saw the lady he had met in the tavern transforming into some large boar. A shapeshifter. She'd make an excellent ally in this quest indeed, but now he had to fight. He whipped around swiftly and ran towards the burning building and stopped right before it. He threw his hands into the air, one holding the staff and the other free, and in a strong voice spoke, repeating several times, an incantation that rang through the water.
Qui vocat aquas magnas vires inimicos profligare! Mors ignis! Mors ignis!
The water behind him stirred as a band of orcs crossed the bridge, then a great tendril rose, destroying the frail wooden structure that the enemies were standing upon, and sprayed the burning building, then dropped back into the water, causing ripples in the water.

The reptile turned and looked into the water, where a few dead orcs and broken planks of wood were floating. He spotted another bridge and crossed it, scanning his surroundings. Another of the scrawny goblins attacked him, but he parried with his staff, for his sword was placed upon his belt and not in his hand. He slammed the crooked top of the staff against the goblin's head, and the goblin dropped to the ground, falling on his own blade. The crocodile grunted and turned around, then he spotted the great boar charging towards a group of orcs. Several men were also attacking, but many orcs ran in fear of the large animal. Now it was his chance.

Tavor pulled out his sword and sprang forth, charging at the orcs. The symbol on the crooked top of his staff turned dark, and as he ran and a thin, black mist shot from it, curling at the legs of the orcs and avoiding the men, causing them to become weak and to slowly decay, emitting loud screeches of pain, a few falling and getting consumed by the mist, decaying alive, slowly dying. The mist slowly dispersed, but many orcs were unable to stand on their legs, let alone fight, and those that have fallen were dead.

The crocodile stopped in his steps and his eyes looked up, and landed on a lone figure standing on the top one one building, right above him. He let out a low, deep snarl as he recognized the smell, staring at the figure of Jenseal Ravvon. But he could do nothing; he was no climber.

Author: Aspect, Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 3:01 PM, Post Subject: Huntsmen [Event] [R]

Aspect was the crocodile reach in and smell the box's contents. He held the things in his hands for a moment before nodding at her and putting them back. He slid his plate over to her and let her have it. She glanced at him for a second before finishing off the food and giving it to a waitress walking by. He didn't appear very talkative and she sat in silence with him for several minutes while she licked the fat and grizzle off her fingers. 

Suddenly behind her came a loud scream. She jumped and twisted around as the shouting started from outside the tavern. She scrambled to her feet and followed the crocodile outside of the building. Chaos swirled around a house across the street and she saw a torch fly in through a window and set the inside ablaze. Men and orcs ran rampant the orcs appearing to have started an attack on the civilians, most of which appeared so high on spirits that they couldn't even register what was going on around them, making their defenses futile. 

Aspect crept along the side of the Black Dagger and tried to slip away from the scene unnoticed. She didn't need to get involved in the affairs of these individuals. She had turned the corner and was about to escape when a massive hand reached around and grabbed her shoulder. She was twisted around and slammed against the wall. The large orc looked at her, a twisted grin on his squashed up face. "Hey pretty, you're mine now," he grunted at her around his tusks. She glared at him and spit, the liquid hitting him square in the chest. "I don't think so pig face," she growled at him. He rumbled deep in his throat and used his other hand to pin her other hand to the wall. "Who you calling pig face?" He asked, pressing his face close to hers. 

She looked up at him and let a sinister grin slither across her face. "Myself." Daeodon. She kicked him away with her legs as she felt herself start to transform. She hunched over and dug her hands into the ground, ducking her head between her arms. Her hands turned to hooves; thick, strong, and as large as platters. Her back arched from the massive muscles contracting underneath, giving her a hunched back appearance and a hump behind her neck. Her mouth stretched forward into a long, narrow snout, with giant hooked teeth protruding out of her jaws. A tall roach of fur went down the length of her spine and ending as a fine switch at the end of her tail.

The large pig looked at the orc, now frozen in shock. There were not a lot of shape shifters and this form was uncommon. And also very scary looking, she thought to herself, her smile now a crooked, toothy snarl. She lunged for the orc and pinned him to the ground. She rumbled low in her throat, rather pleased with herself. "Hey pretty," she squealed. "You're mine now." She snatched him up in her jaws, feeling bones crunch and the salty tang of blood as it dripped out of her mouth. She enjoyed hearing his loud shrieking as the life drained out of his body. She shook him, back and forth like a dog with a toy, then dropped him roughly on the ground. She ran back to the entrance of the Black Dagger and looked around for the crocodile. After finding him, she turned and charged into the mass of fighting men and orcs. 

Author: Suchus, Posted: Fri Apr 15, 2016 5:35 AM, Post Subject: Huntsmen [Event] [R]

Tavor studied the woman before him for a moment, then pushed his plate towards her; she was obviously hungry and he needn't food now. He pulled the box that she had placed on the table close to him and removed the lid, and pulled out the objects one by one, examining them briefly.

There was a bloodstained piece of cloth, a piece of what seemed like cow leather, and an old hat that seemed to have belonged to a bandit. All three pieces were laid out before him, and as he returned them to the box, he noticed another item that was hidden below the three other objects. It was a small, curly lock of hair, barely visible in the dark box. He pulled it out carefully, then replaced it in the box. The smell was as strong as that of the blood on the cloth. He put the items back in the box and replaced the lid, then turned his eyes to the lady before him.

The crocodile considered her for a moment, then he gave her a nod. She seemed like a good fighter, and she did, after all, bring him the items he needed. He felt a slight breeze coming from one open window, and made a mental note to weave a cloak later if he can. But for now, the quest is what mattered. He removed the lid and sniffed the torn leather strap. It belonged to an Orc once, and so did the dark blood on the cloth. The hair and the hat, however, didn't have the taint of Orc, but that of a man. They had at least two criminals now, if lucky three or even four.

There was a loud screech outside, followed by a yell. Tavor's eyes darted to the window, and he saw  the scene outside. It was early in the night, but a small band of Orcs were attacking. The men and Orcs were already engrossed in a skirmish, but most men were either drunk or not ready to fight, and the Orcs seemed to be making for the Black Dagger. There was a flash of light as a building caught fire, and was engulfed in flames.

"My child's in there !" He heard a man yell as he made for the burning building. Tavor leaped out of his seat, grabbing his staff, and made for the door.

Author: Aspect, Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2016 3:40 PM, Post Subject: Huntsmen [Event] [R]

Aspect stood still and was tempted to growl back at the large crocodile but refrained. In human form she would surely lose if caught in combat with this creature. He gave her a glass of ale before going and sitting down at a table. She watched him for a second before glancing back at the poster they had both been looking at. He’d be good to have on her side. She wouldn’t being against splitting the large bounty if she was able to get all the wanted orcs. Gators had a good sense of smell and she could use that to her advantage. Nevermind all the different varieties of tracker creatures she could shift into as well. Dog, bear, wolf, horse, and rat to name just a few. She felt her skin itch under her jacket but kept the shifts at bay. She didn’t need them right now.

To distract herself, she walked over to the bar and stopped in front of it. The bartender looked her up and down for a second before asking her what she wanted. “Do you have any objects related to these individuals?” she asked him, gesturing to the poster. The man glanced back and forth before reaching under the desk and handing her a medium sized box. She took it from him and retreated back to the table where the crocodile was sitting, not touching his food. She pulled into a seat next to him and put the box on the table top. She opened the grimy lid and peaked through the items. An old bloody shred of what appeared to be a shirt, a scrap of leather from a boot or a scabbard, and a dirty hat.

“These scraps belong to the convicts,” she told him quietly, holding out one of the belongings. “I saw you looking at that poster, the same as I.” She reached over and took a piece of food off his plate. She was starving from the long flight, but she’d never tell him so. Besides, he didn’t appear to want the food. She leaned back in her chair and eyed the man. “I propose that we work together on this. Divide and conquer. Split the bounty down the middle. What do you say?” She didn’t want to show him her shifting abilities, not yet anyway. She wanted to see which side of this matter he would take. She snatched another piece off food off his plate. It wasn’t the best but it was edible and that’s all she really cared about right now.

Author: Suchus, Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2016 11:22 AM, Post Subject: Huntsmen [Event] [R]

Tavor N'eveth steadied himself and let out a low, barely audible yet menacing grunt. He stared at the lady he just ran into, studying here with his sharp eyes. He blinked once, his eyelids opening and closing, and the third inner layer sliding sideways briefly over his golden eye. He turned and grabbed a tankard of mead from the bar to his side and handed it to the lady; he wasn't one good with words.

The crocodile moved swiftly to a table at the other side of the tavern and sat down. The waiter carefully lowered a plate of steak and bread before him, and hurriedly scrambled away in fear, for people of this place were used little to creatures like Tavor N'eveth–to creatures from the swamp in the South. Tavor neglected the food before him, and was lost deep in thought.

How was he going to find the criminals ? He needed something to track them, and where they were last seen wasn't enough. He needed clothing or some source of clear smell, or clues as to where the criminals were going, or a direct trail, which he of course knew was not going to happen. Maybe tracking down orcs and extracting information before eliminating them. Sure, it won't be easy. It will prove very difficult, but it was the only way… For now. But even at night, near a water source, attacking a hoard of orcs alone will be dangerous… Even for Tavor N'eveth.

Author: Aspect, Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2016 3:25 PM, Post Subject: Huntsmen [Event] [R]

The tavern was dark and reeked of alcohol and smoke. Slowly, Aspect weaved her way through the drinking and dining patrons. She heard a cat call from across the bar and ignored it. She didn't have time for petty human games. She walked quickly, keeping just out of reach of the drunkards, a few so disgustingly wasted that they attempted a grab at her. She glared at them and brandished her white teeth. She sorely tempted to shift her form just so she could take a nip at them in return. The better part of her refrained, she didn't need to start anything.

She would remain in this form while she was in this place if she could help it. These creatures didn't need to know her secrets. She slipped over to the back of the pub and saw the flyer she was looking for hanging on the wall. It was tacked to the wall by a small obsidian knife and she took the time to eye the craftsmanship of it. She thought about taking it with her, but didn't. She had no need for a knife. Besides, whenever she'd change forms it would fall off anyway. It wasn't magically enchanted like her clothes, to shift when she did. 

She quickly read over the stained paper, memorizing the names of the wanted. Her prey. She licked her lips, thinking of the convicts as rabbits. She was close to shifting. She abruptly turned on her heel and headed for the door. Suddenly her vision was blocked and  she ran headlong into a very tall individual. She growled, stepped back and looked up at him, thinking about whether or not to apologize for the rude gesture. The man's appearance was slightly appalling.

He was several inches taller than her and had the appearance of an upright crocodile. His body was that of a man, but was instead covered in hard green scales instead of soft skin. His head was long and that of a pure blooded crocodile. His eyes were yellow with a single stripe across the middle for his pupil. His jaws extended from his head and had several rows of sharp teeth along the edge. Greasy back hair brushed his shoulders and he carried a staff in one of his hands. Another shape-shifter? She thought to herself. She hadn't seen very many of her own kind. 

Author: Suchus, Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2016 10:42 AM, Post Subject: Huntsmen [Event] [R]

 Tavor reached the inn after a short while. He pushed the door open and stepped in, his eyes scanning the room. It was a busy place, like most taverns, filled with pirates and outlaws and whatnot. Of course, that was what makes up the population of the Vilpamolan. He ignored all the noise of chattering, laughing, cheering, and all other sorts of strange noises, for his eyes landed on the wall at the far end of the tavern. It was a paper, held in place by a rough yet fine black dagger. A few people paused before the note to read it then moved along; there were no seats below it.

He made his way through the chairs and through the people towards the note carefully, and paused before it, reading the note.



Tavor turned around and immediately ran into a lady with long red hair, almost falling over but grabbing a seat with such force that the drunk man on the seat toppled face-first onto the ground. The drunk stirred but stayed unconscious, while Tavor studied the woman before him.

Author: Aspect, Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 3:30 PM, Post Subject: Huntsmen [Event] [R]

Aspect flew swiftly through the sky, her long legs dangling down below her massive wings. She tucked her long neck in and felt the strong muscles in her wing arms beat rapidly. Down on the ground she saw a few people walking back and forth along the dirt roads. They didn't interest her much and clicked her long, sharp beak. The heron dipped to the side and followed the course of the road towards a small gathering of houses she could see in the distance. Vipamolan. 

The shady river town was a place full of trouble and mischief. Pirates and outlaws ruled this part of the world with iron fists. It was not a place for weak minds or weak stomachs. She'd heard stories about it, the vile crimes and acts that it's residents had conducted, but were never prosecuted for. The wretched inhabitants were all twisted, some worse than others. Murderers and drunks were as common as the gentlemen and ladies of civilized nations and walked about freely. It was easy to kill or be killed in this place.

She dipped her tail feathers and began her descent in a bare spot near the river. She arched her neck and dropped her clawed feet to the ground. She ruffled her feathers and settled them gently at her sides before neatly folding them along her back. She walked along the bank, her lengthy limbs allowing her to take long ground-covering strides. She shook her head, her sharp beak flashing like a knife among the reeds. She approached the town from the river and stopped when she was close enough to smell the alcohol from the local bar.

She shook herself and flashed her feathers. Human. She thought. Her feathers turned into her jacket and her scaly legs became pants. She brushed her red hair out of her eyes and entered the town. It didn't take her long to find the fabled Black Dagger tavern, all she had to do was follow the trail of rank, stumbling men. She flipped her lip up at them when they drew close, but decided it was better to avoid conflict. She didn't like her odds in this place. She flicked her collar up as it started to sprinkle outside. She walked around the corner and ducked inside tavern.

Author: Suchus, Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 2:10 PM, Post Subject: Huntsmen [Event] [R]

The sun was setting, and the green, reptilian figure swam north, upstream, the top of his head slightly above the water, just enough for his eyes to break the surface. People could easily mistaken him for a log or a plant floating in the water, if he wasn't moving upstream, of course. The reptile was making for the Vilpamolan; for news of the bounty has reached him. He was tired and decided to rest, so he rose from the water and prepared to reside until he was ready to move once more.

His scales were smooth yet hard, and were a shade of murky green. His hair was long, sleek, oily-black, and reached a few centimeters below his shoulder. His head was that of a crocodile, and so were his eyes, and around his waist he wore a shendyt, in his hand a long, silver grey staff. Tavor made camp and rested until first light, then he took off once more, travelling on the banks of the river which he was following on foot. It wasn't long before he reached the Vilpamolan.

Tavor N'eveth wasn't a fan of crowds, but the Vilpamolan was crowded, as always, with outlaw, pirates, and of course, drunk men. There were many fight, and a lot of noise; cheering from inns or people talking in the streets. Tavor walked around for a while, then made for the Black Dagger tavern right as it started to rain.