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Post by Mordenkaiken's Guinevere on Sept 20, 2013 6:49:32 GMT
While the deer is slowly roasting on a pit, I sat down and wrote on my diary: "I have been hunting all week with an eccentric character.. a woodland priest of sorts named Sentar and Effigy, one barbarian runt you seriously don't want to mess with. What am I talking about? I'm a runt myself. Heh. Actually learned a thing or two from him. We encountered really dangerous creatures like bears and laughing animals. The woodland priest called them vagabond hyenas or vagyenas for short." I enjoy the glory of battle, the exhiliration of the adrenaline rush compounded by my new-found ability to rage. We decimated every opponents we encounter. I felt invincible. felt no one can touch us -- until we chanced upon a dreadful creature flying atop the mountain. Effigy, in hushed tones, informed me that it is an ogre magi, and it is best we leave it be. Effigy is the strongest in our group. If he feels retreat would be the better part of valor, who am I to argue? Live to fight another day, as the old saying goes."
I closed the journal and checked the roasting deer. Should have remembered to bring some spice. I hollered to my comrades, "Hey guys, deer is almost done. Get your fill of some venison."
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Post by Mordenkaiken's Guinevere on Sept 20, 2013 20:15:04 GMT
3rd entry: it is the last day of the hunt. In such a short time, i have fought with wild beasts, but this is my first sortie with humans. Scrapes and dents are noticeable in their worn armors. Coupled with their jaded expressions, it indicates that we are dealing with seasoned warriors. One stands out as a seasoned veteran, possibly their leader. He wields a wicked-looking long hafted weapon - i recognize it from the armory of the order as a guisarme, clearly of masterwork quality. It seems the barbarian is having smilar thoughts. "Go take care of the others rookie. Their leader is mine." roared the barbarian. I'm glad for the encounter. It is clearly different from fighting mindless beasts. Were it not for the barbarian's warning, I almost went straight into a spear's endpoint, braced by the grizzly warriors for a charge. I took stock of the situation, waiting patiently for my time to strike, like a lion waiting to pounce on unsuspecting prey. While waiting for my chance, I let my anger percolate. Once an opening presented itself, I let out a howl of rage, which my enemies time and again realize that it can be likened to a banshee's howl, for the next moment is their swift death. Three fell prey to my rage. Their deaths have been gruesome yet quick.
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