Closed [The Farmlands] Sharknado

[Balderdash]

For what felt like the longest chime in the history of Mizahar, Pulren partook in the greatest sport to ever grace the world's surface as he rode the wildly thrashing shark with a grit and determination that could put an Isur to shame. Soon Imass arrived to deliver the coup de grace. His first arrow found its mark with a wet impact that rocked Pulren on his perch and send the shark crashing to the ground. It continued crawling tenaciously for a few more ticks until the final arrow and Pulren's own attacks finally brought it to a stop with an agonized low. It gave one final, rasping moo, then its eyes fogged over and it was still. On Adem's end, things were looking somewhat better. While his arm was still horribly maimed, he could hear distant footsteps approaching, and a touch of shock lessened his pain somewhat. While both were appreciative, those weren't the necessarily what drew the most attention from him. No, that would be a slightly warm blood-coated emerald the size of his fist mere inches from his face. That and the fact that it stank of fish gave little doubt as to where it came from. For all parties involved, the adventure seemed to have turned out to be a shockingly profitable one- except for Adem's arm, of course.

[Pulren Marsh]

Driving a shark was harder than it sounded and it sounded impossible. Pulren kept his legs tight against the creature's skin with his trident's tines buried into its back. The beast came up and out of the stalks one good time before the mercenary could drive it back down with the force and guidance of his weapon. Fortunately, his partner buried an arrow into the side of the beast, the impact strong enough to cause it to shudder and nearly throw Pulren. Taking the slowing of the creature as a sign, he left the trident and jumped, rolling free of its thrashing.

Once he regained his footing, he watched the beast slowly crawl along. Imass put another arrow into him which nearly ceased its movement. Pulren grabbed his trident and pushed hard into it, hoping to finish it in a merciful fashion. It worked. Covered in sweat and blood, Pulren squatted and wiped his face. "Man, that was a petching workout! Woo!" Reclaiming his weapon and picking up his shield, he looked over at Imass and raised his weapon in respect to the Knight. "I'm gonna go find one of these damned monks and get our pay. Let's drag the beast out in the open." Putting his shield under its head, he lifted at the shield, knowing even the sea dwellers could bite after dying. Imass took the tail.

Once they were out in the open, they put the beast down and Pulren walked proudly toward the gathering crowd of monks to claim the bounty on behalf of himself and Ser Imass, as promised.

[Imass]

Finally the beast dropped to the ground after a couple more arrows and much digging on Pulren's part. Imass' face lit up in happiness at their accomplishment. Rushing forward, the Knight drew the short-bow back in full and let loose another arrow at point blank range to draw the final breath out of the creature.

"Hiyah!" Imass exclaimed, "A glorious victory on our part,"

The Akalak looked at Pulren and nodded. No words needed to be said. They had seen battle together and the Zeltivan had earned Imass' trust. Pulren had also proven himself bold in the face of danger for the stunt he pulled by jumping on the monster's head.

Imass wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve, "Aye, but it feels good to get the blood going, you need to get yourself cleaned up though," Laughing, Imass lifted the tail of the monster over his shoulder and the two dragged the Flying Shark out into the open. Pulren went off into the distance to grab a monk, while Imass retrieved all his arrows. He plucked three out of the sharks head, but only was able to salvage two of them. One them was bent beyond repair.

Walking back into the field he attempted to find some of the arrows he missed with. Recounting his shots one by one, the Knight walked around the fields for a good minute before only being able to locate one arrow.

Calling the rest a lost cause, Imass returned to the location of the dead shark. Off into the distance, he could see Pulren returning with a band of monks. A big smile was on Imass' face for they were about to get paid and he could finally afford what he needed to get back that winter.

[Jasmine Stormblood]

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Imass

XP

• Weapon- Shortbow: 5 XP
• Socialization: 4 XP
• Endurance: 3 XP
• Observation: 3 XP
• Tactics: 2 XP
• Leadership: 1 XP
• Fletching: 1 XP
• Stealth: 1 XP
• Bodybuilding: 1 XP

Lores

• Tactics: use high ground for leverage
• Leadership: working with a mercenary is difficult
• Shortbow: use your thumb to judge firing distance
• Imass: doesn't care for mages
• Shortbow: tough to keep drawn for long
• Shortbow: think fast in battle
• Pulren: athletic and precise
• Imass: totally focused in battle
• Creature: Flying Shark

Miscellaneous

• -4 Arrows
• + 3 Arrows

 

Pulren Marsh

XP

• Socialization: 4 XP
• Running: 3 XP
• Endurance: 3 XP
• Weapon- Trident: 4 XP
• Stealth: 2 XP
• Acrobatics: 2 XP
• Logic: 2 XP
• Reimancy: 1 XP
• Bodybuilding: 1 XP
• Tactics: 1 XP

Lores

• Pulren: impetuous
• Tactics: even heights are tricky with flying sharks
• Creature: Flying Shark
• Imass: teachs too much for Pulren
• Reimancy: numbs the arms
• Reimancy: control the earth
• Imass: weird about mages
• Reimancy: just another tool in battle
• "Aim for the eyes and mouth"
• "Gills useless out of water"
• Bounties come first
• Sharks are nothing but muscle

 

Adem

XP

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• XP
• XP

Lores

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Miscellaneous

Let me know when your expenses are paid and I will get your grades posted my friend