Quest A Hunting We Will Go

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Built into the cliffs overlooking the Suvan Sea, Riverfall resides on the edge of grasslands of Cyphrus where the Bluevein River plunges off the plain and cascades down to the inland sea below. Home of the Akalak, Riverfall is a self-supporting city populated by devoted warriors. [Riverfall Codex]

A Hunting We Will Go

Postby Riaris Dovukalis on February 11th, 2013, 9:36 pm

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Riaris stared down from his horse and took in the destruction before him. The carcass had been picked clean and there was nothing left but gnarled bones. There weren't many creatures in the lands that could do such a thing and he knew the list that could. He stayed silent as Razkar once again stepped down first to investigate the remains. As he had done before, the Akalak looked around at the area surrounding them to see if there were anymore signs or sights to be noted.

Finally he stepped off his horse and moved closer to the pile of bones. Mentally, he had been making notes of everything they saw and investigated. From the first dead body which hadn't been eaten to the flatten grass , the long trail that they had just followed leading to the next body. "They were over run..." he thought to himself.

Riaris stepped around the body and walked a few feet in the direction they hadn't moved to yet and glanced around. Glassbeak.." he said simply and without looking back at Razkar. "I think our scouts were attempting to catch a meal, but were unable to dine on it when they were over run by Glassbeaks.." He paused for a moment to see if Razkar would agree or disagree before he continued. "One of them lost their horse..but it's hard to say if he escaped with the other just yet. We'll have to search ahead if we are to learn more."

It was hard to imagine, but if he was right and the horsemen had been over run by Glassbeak, it would be very hard to find them if they were still alive. It would also be hard for them to fight off so many at once should they get caught as well. With night approaching the Akalak understood the new dangers that waited them, but it was too late to turn back down. Riaris crossed back towards his horse and climbed aboard. "We should move, there in that clearing.."
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Postby Razkar on February 11th, 2013, 10:02 pm

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"I think our scouts were attempting to catch a meal, but were unable to dine on it when they were over run by Glassbeaks."

Razkar heard the words but could only nod dumbly, not taking his eyes off the carcass. He had heard of Glassbeaks before, all the whispers and terrible stories. The hunter in him been excited to finally see one, imagining so many fearsome things and features. He always overcame them, of course.

Now he was face to face with not its form, but its actions. And it frightened him.

Finally the Myrian snapped out of it, remembering who, what and where he was. This was no place to become overwhelmed, and Riaris' words came back to him. He looked around the clearing floor, frowning, trying to see some evidence of a fire or cooking or... anything.

"One of them lost their horse..but it's hard to say if he escaped with the other just yet. We'll have to search ahead if we are to learn more."

"Not see any sign they stopped."

Razkar muttered as he walked in an ever-expanding circle around the clearing, searching and scowling at every inch of ground. He knew they had to move on, but he wanted evidence. They were plunging onward off their map and perhaps beyond their mandate now, and if they were, in fact, pursuing a pack of Glassbeaks instead of their scouts?

He'd seen the horse. They could easily do that to a man.

"We should move, there in that clearing."

Razkar looked up but, of course, couldn't see over the grass, unlike the taller, mounted Akalak. But he nodded quickly, heading back to his horse. This place stank of death, which was strange, considering the horse had been picked so clean of meat that there was hardly any stink of festering meat.

The Myrian grimaced as he got back on his horse, standing in the stirrups and saw the clearing maybe three hundred yards away. He nodded, but when he turned back to Riaris, his eyes were serious and inquiring.

"We need to find prove of what happen to scouts," he said, Common vocabulary improving but still a little challenging to others' ears, "We find tracks and we find horse, but not body, not stuff belonging to them."

He snarled upwards and cursed the darkening sky.

"And not Zith... but we go to clearing. Make a fire. Zith bad enough, but if Glassbeaks coming... we need a big fire."
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A Hunting We Will Go

Postby Riaris Dovukalis on February 14th, 2013, 1:24 am

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Riaris nodded to Razkar and started his horse into a light trot. He glanced around the area more, looking to find more tracks and any items or blood, something that would show them that a battle had been fought there. "I agree, we will need an advantage against such beast, we should move quickly before it gets too dark and we invite more predators to come out and feast."

He turned the horse around to face Razkar and moved a few steps closer to make sure that he could still hear is voice. "If this chase leads us too far and we find nothing I think we should turn back. We can't say for sure if this was our scouts and I didn't come all this way to face off against mindless Glassbeak. I am here to fight Zith, the real threat to our city and if these scouts were taken down by Glassbeak then there's no reason to follow this through."

Riaris turned the horse again to face in the direction that he had started in and headed off down the path before them. It was all seemingly coming together to form a truth that neither man had completely figured out yet. But Riaris was confident that they would figure it out and had no doubts that his blood thirsty companion was ready for a fight as well.

He rode fast down the path looking to close the distance quickly so that they could work fast and ready themselves for what was to come. Once they reached the smaller clearing, Riaris surveyed the area first before he moved off the horse and stood on the ground again. It was darker now, but not so much that his sight was hindered in any way. The Akalak looked around for possible sighs of blood or more bones and turned back to face Razkar.

"I don't see where they could have gotten too, the trails leads to this very spot and stops. I don't think they could have been carried off by something. Unless they retreated into the grove to hide from the Grassbeak..What do you make of all this?"
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Postby Razkar on February 14th, 2013, 10:15 pm

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"I agree, we will need an advantage against such beast, we should move quickly before it gets too dark and we invite more predators to come out and feast."

Razkar nodded, eyes fixed on the clearing and already imagining the fire. Zith were one thing, but Glassbeaks were quite another, and the two of them against a pack would stand no chance. He opened his mouth to say that, but then Riaris spoke again, and there was steel in his voice.

"If this chase leads us too far and we find nothing I think we should turn back. We can't say for sure if this was our scouts and I didn't come all this way to face off against mindless Glassbeak. I am here to fight Zith, the real threat to our city and if these scouts were taken down by Glassbeak then there's no reason to follow this through."

"Yes." Razkar said simply, agreeing with pretty much every word. "We waste time when we not find anything. If still not find anything, we go back on map."

They rode slowly and steadily to the clearing, eyes alternating sharply between the ground and the sky. Nothing on either, and that galled Razkar more than the lack of blood on his blade. There were no tracks. No ruts from anything being dragged. Clothing, blood, body parts... even stalks of broken grass were absent.

"I don't see where they could have gotten too, the trails leads to this very spot and stops. I don't think they could have been carried off by something. Unless they retreated into the grove to hide from the Grassbeak.. what do you make of all this?"

Riaris seemed to voice his thoughts perfectly, apart from an unspoken one. More a... concern, that a thought, but one that had kept him alive for years. Razkar thought it reasonable, and stayed on his horse as they entered the clearing, knees bent as if ready to spur his horse the hells away from it.

Finally he shook his head.

"I make this could be a trap." He said, once again blunt and forthcoming. "We follow trail, real trail, and then trail just stop? For no reason? Not make sense. When thing not make sense this bad, is because someone want it not to make sense."

He sat on his horse and under his anger and frustration Riaris could see an ember of uncertainty. More than fear, that was what Razkar hated more. He was a warrior, and warriors knew what they were doing. To be so unsure and blind in this faceless sea of vegetation was falling to him.

"But we have gone now." He said, voice lower. "Will be night before we could get back to path on map. We are here, and we have gone to far to go back way. So we stay... for now."
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A Hunting We Will Go

Postby Riaris Dovukalis on February 16th, 2013, 5:25 pm

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Riaris glanced back towards Razkar. The man made a lot of sense and was surly more intelligent than any Akalak would have given him credit for. It was a common trait, the ignorance of people when met with a race they didn't understand. Riaris wasn't a above such flaws himself, although he would rarely admit it. The Akalak rubbed at his chin as Razkar continued and he took another look around as he took in the man's words.

"I think you're right....you are absolutely right."

Something had happened in the short time they had spoke, and Riaris was getting used to Razkar's slaughter of the common language, and could even make out what he was saying easier. He turned his horse around, the mount trotting around the area and then turning by towards where Razkar sat on his horse.

"I think we should head back, closer to our original camp site. I doubt that they could have gotten behind us just yet, and I don't think it would be wise to camp in the opening. Even if this isn't a trap..we don't want to invite anyone else to join us."

Riaris started off again, going in the direction that he had just come from. He looked around as he rode, hoping to find a more sheltered spot to rest in, and one where they couldn't be spotted as they obviously had been before.

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Postby Razkar on February 16th, 2013, 5:59 pm

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"I think you're right....you are absolutely right."

Razkar turned to Riaris with something very close to shock on his face. He certainly was not expecting those words from an Akalak, especially this Akalak. His impression of them all was that they were an arrogant and entitled bunch who believed themselves superior to all, and to the hells with anyone who said otherwise. So to hear one as boisterous and proud as Riaris indicate otherwise, well...

Maybe there's hope for them after all.

"I think we should head back, closer to our original camp site. I doubt that they could have gotten behind us just yet, and I don't think it would be wise to camp in the opening. Even if this isn't a trap..we don't want to invite anyone else to join us."

Razkar considered that statement much more carefully than the last. He knew it was not retreat, for there was no enemy to retreat from. Or was there? Unseen but waiting for them, perhaps? Watching even as they debated on their placid steeds? The thought of it galled him so much he almost bared his teeth.

He was no assassin; he was a fighter, a warrior. Skulking in shadows and dark places, watching and waiting... they were almost anathema to him. He had learned to do so, true, but only because it was necessary in a Jungle where even the Children of Myri had to walk with care. But he had expected things to be different.

And now they were charging headlong into an unknown horizon, following a trail they could not understand and which now ended. Razkar did not like where it was going, but could they really make it back?

"Path we took last time, at least we know." He said, wheeling around his horse to follow Riaris as they began to backtrack towards where they had diverged from the path on the map. "Maybe who is out there, if they out there, is behind us. Hit us there."

The Myrian smiled slowly, and it wasn't a pleasant sight. Wouldn't that be a nasty surprise for whoever was leading them on this little chase?

"But now we go back," he said, both their horses moving into a slow gallop, trying to cover as much distance as they could as Syna started to wane in the sky, "And we stay on map."

He flashed the Akalak a steely but somewhat sympathetic look. He understood the restlessness of the man, the desire to follow the unexpected and unusual and find glory off the trail. But what they had found today had been questions without answers, and the faint scent of deception and a future entrapment.

They rode on, bobbing above the grasslands on their mounts, heading back to the relative safety of the map's trail as the shadows lengthened around them.
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Postby Riaris Dovukalis on February 24th, 2013, 5:01 am

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So it had been decided by the two men to head back and stick to the original plan. It had been two days so far filled with nothing but riding and looking at clues could possible have been nothing at all. It was possible that the whole thing wasn't as whole as they had thought. Two stories, or perhaps more, different strings of events coming together in his mind to form a plot that he wasn't able to clearly see.

He wondered now if they ever had a chance of actually finding anything at all. One clue seemed to lead to another, and that clue to a third which had nothing to do with the other. There was too much unknown for him really to make any sense of it at all.

The scouts..

Zith....

dead animals....

Glassbeaks...

Was any of it related? Was it simply one occurrence stacked on top of the other with no means in between. The whole thing had him racking his brain to figure it out and make some sense of it. But he came up with nothing each and every time. So they rode hard in the shadows of the night until they had made it back to the place where they had camped the night before.

Riaris would have rather pushed on, but he thought it wise not to force any unnecessary actions that might lead them into some unforeseen dangers. The Akalak dismounted his horse and went about the task that he had done before and unpacked his bags. He made a fire using fresh wood and branches then sat down for a meal. He could imagine that his companion was equally confused and restless, but it had been his fought that they had back tracked.

The Myrian had said from the start to stick to the map but Riaris had wanted action which had led them on a chase for nothing and caused them to loose a day of riding. Shameful really, but he had to look past it. The decision had already been made to follow the map this time and he would stick to it. Once he was done eating, Riaris fixed up his tent for a second time, then slipped inside to rest.

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Postby Razkar on February 24th, 2013, 12:38 pm

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Th grasses grew dark, and by the time the two riders trotted into their camp from the previous night, the current one had already fallen. Razkar scanned the featureless darkness with steady eyes, seeing nothing. There were no torches or houses out there, nothing but an endless carpet of stars above them.

The Myrian snorted at the pitch surrounding them, silent save for the distant, wave-like crashing of countless millions of blades of grass in the wind. Not so bad, despite the predators infesting it. In the Jungle, they didn't even have starlight to navigate by, and the darkness at night was total.

The Akalak busied himself with his fire and his tent and Razkar did the same. The silence between them was... tense, but oddly not as much as it should have been. The Akalak seemed to have realized his mistake, but Razkar knew his race's pride would never let him admit it. No, he would press on and try and atone for it instead, while never admitting fault.

Razkar smiled softly into the embers of his own small fire. Well... that was something, anyway. And probably what he would do.

They ate their sizzling rations barehanded like savages (well, what Riaris assumed was savage; for Razkar, it was just another meal). He pondered what they had learned today, and realized they hadn't. Nothing made sense, and nothing had been proved or disproved. They had wasted time by going off course, a whole day of riding to solve a mystery that they had no hope of doing. They wanted so badly to find their enemy, and had found questions without answers instead.

Razkar's eyes flashed angrily to Riaris as the big man lumbered into his tent. It was his fault! If he had only listened, they might have caught up with the scouts already! But no, he was stupid, arrogant-

And you went along with him. Razkar forced himself to remain rational and logical, not let his anger cloud the reality of what had happened. He is not above you, nor below you. You should have convinced him.

The Myrian shook his head and decided running it around inside his own head was useless. So he got up and stoked his own fire, keeping it nice and tall. Glassbeaks were only afraid of fire, and they were still one of a myriad of possible enemies out there. That done, he walked over to Riaris' tent.

"You awake?" He got a muffled grunt in reply, and decided that was an affrimative. "I take first watch. I will wake you when it is you turn."

Job done, Razkar wandered back to his own tent and sat down before the fire. Between his cloak and the flames, he was warm enough. His weapons were sharp and by his side. His belly was full and the night was young.

The Myrian kept his ears open, and watched the fire dance...

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Postby Traverse on February 26th, 2013, 5:42 pm

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As the last of Syna’s rays disappeared over the horizon, the mood of the chilled plains shifted ever so perceptibly. The creatures that ruled over the day took shelter, knowing the dangers of the night, and made way for their nocturnal fellows. A sliver of Leth’s light drifted into the obsidian sky, giving a small lantern to see the pale grasses by.

Deep beneath the ground they stirred. The previous night had been quite productive. They had found dead birds, an old male night lion abandoned by his pride, and even a horse carcass that had been decimated in short order, a successful night for such a voracious group of scavengers. That being said, their stomachs emptied swiftly, and the winter thus far had been hard on this particular group. Wings shifted impatiently, and clicking and snapping of lithe jaws gave the sound of leaving for another hunt to see what death the Sea of Grass had brought that day.

Thin, supple wings spread and flew in the cool night air, more like birds than mammals as one creature after another exited the hovel, swooping, soaring, and following its fellows into the night sky. All were hungry, and all craved the taste of blood and meat within their grasp. The Olidosapux was decimated just as the horse corpse was, for little teeth and hungry stomachs could easily tear every bit of meat and flesh from the body. If the creature stunk a little, or maggots crawled in its eyes and bowels, well that was just extra flavor.

But after it was finished the group was still hungry. Mated pairs fought with others, and the mood of the small creatures was still irritable and frustrated. They had found several kills along with the horse the previous night, and now all they had was this large creature with its strange nose? Back to the air they flew, gliding in ever widening circles as they searched for a new meal.

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At first it could have been a trick of the wind. The crackling of the fire almost seemed to grow louder, but it was nothing strange, nothing to be alarmed about. Trikken pawed the ground, and Patience snorted. Then Razkar would become aware of a subtle change in the sound of the gentle wind through the grasses and the sound of the fire. It began as almost a separate wind, but no, more like drum beats, sporadic and off kilter. It was the best way to describe the white noise of twenty some odd creatures flying through the air, silken wings beating against the air as their furry bodies were propelled toward the camp. They were fast, and as they neared their chattering squeaks gave them away.

They were the kind of horde that could skin and gut a creature within the span of a few chimes and leave no evidence. They were the pretty thing that hunters coveted for the supple nature of their wings, and they were an entity in which large numbers even Glassbeaks had cause to fear. Most importantly, however, these Snarlwings were hungry.

A throaty whinny was given out from the warhorses. Born and bred for one purpose, they were much like the Akalak and Myrian, tired of the searching and wandering, and ready for a fight: A fight that all the members of the camp were sure to get.

An almost ethereal glow radiated off the wings of the beasts as they approached the camp, moonlight revealing to the Myrian, just what awaited him. He had no need to know precisely what the beasts were to see the danger of their size, and just enough time to warn his Akalak companion when a group of about five of the winged weasels nosedived the Myrian, eager for blood.
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Postby Razkar on February 26th, 2013, 6:38 pm

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Razkar was not seduced by the softness of the sound when it first caressed his ears. He was born and raised in a place where even the quietest of sounds could herald the mightiest of beasts, and at the first minute squeaks and flaps of wings, his ears pricked and his head jerked up quickly.

The fire roared and flickered before him, but he forced himself to block it out, listen beyond it even as he rose to his feet, hands instinctively finding his weapons...

Wings. He knew their melody, the flap and impact of leathery flesh through the air. The Myrian frowned. There was... many wings. But they did not have the deep bass whomp he associated with Zith. This was more like... bats?

The squeaking and squealing seemed to confirm his thoughts... and it was getting closer. The fire was his enemy now, its glare blinding him to anything that might be out there...

Until he saw the shimmer. Starlight reflected on membranes of wings. First here, then there, then another and another.

Closing fast.

Razkar felt his pulse quicken and gripped his weapons harder. They were heading straight for the fire. He opened his mouth to shout a warning and whatever they were, they were upon their tiny campsite in mere blinks. Winged animals with fine fur, faces twisted back showing pink gums and sharp teeth, razor claws at the end of their wings, squealing back and forth until it was one endless, deafening cacophony of hunger-crazed sound.

"ATTACK! ATTACK! ATT-"

He roared his warning and heard an almighty shifting from Riaris's tent. He saw the whole edifice rumble and shake from the massive body inside it waking up sharply, Akalak already lurching and rolling towards the flap-

-but before he could scream the words thrice, they were upon him.

A clutch of them swooped at him, as fast as arrows but far more lethal. The Myrian stood his ground and swung, but they curved around his blades with ease, reflexes sharp-

-sharp as the claws and wings that sliced into his upper right arm as they zipped past him.

He yelped in pain as blood started to flow down his arm, spun and swung again, keeping an arc of flashing steel around him at all times. The fire switched sides again, now blinding the nocturnal creatures more than him, though he did not know it. They knew there was food down there, hot of blood and packed with meat, but where exactly it was their night-accustomed eyes did not know, could not find precisely.

As I say, Razkar did not know this. He knew only he finally had an enemy. Of sorts.

A squeal to his left and one of the creatures flew at him from above. He slashed upwards with his gladius and it passed through that fine, smooth pelt like butter, nearly cutting the Snarlwing in two. Another shadow dashed by his feet, awkward on the ground and he hammered downwards with his ax, splitting its skull open and leaving it to twitch and spasm, dead but its body still unaware of it.

Now they were surrounded by the circling, swooping little monsters, each one making attack runs with suicidal fury. Razkar felt more cuts open on his torso and arms, claws and edged wings so sharp that the cuts were only felt moments after blood was shed.

Then one launched itself onto his chest and reared up, squashed, ugly, animal-insane face screeching up at him-

-he half-punched, half-swept it off him with his gladius, bearing it into the bonfire, and let it scream as the flames roasted it.

A bellowing warcry sounded to his back as the Akalak joined the fray.
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