Map and Compass [Original Fantasy Adventure RP - In Character]

[Snowflake]

~~Sena Atlaxys~~

"Never a dull moment." She didn't even have time to properly rest before another beast showed up with Ark in tow. Sheathing her blades she went on to recover the spear from the Grovler's back and held it at her side. The Leaping Rhino was a different kind of beast it was a question if she could do anything significant to combat this one. However, unlike the Grovler this beastie relied on the strength of its hind legs meaning that once those are disabled the creature could be easily dispatched. "Now Ark, as much as I'd love to let you sit about and play with your new friend I need you to attack those thing's legs." Rather than just waste time standing and shouting she moved to give Ark and the other huntress a flanking angle on the Rhino while proceeding to make as much noise and commotion as possible by. She shouted waved and tapped her weapon against the nearest tree. If the thing advances towards her then it would be set on a predictable path. Others should be able to use that to their advantage and if she was quick enough perhaps she too could get a sneaky stab into the Rhino's side.

The main problem now was stamina, she was already tired from fighting the Grovler and while swimming did gift her with plenty of spare energy that last fight demanded a lot of quick and highly exerting movements. Rhino had to be dealt with quickly or she risked being seriously hurt, luckily she wasn't alone and in turn, she hoped the others would see this without being explicitly told. There was only so much that could be said in the heat of battle without being interrupted, much like Ark was. Sena loved to fight that was certain, but she also loved to eat and rest. Neither of which she had ever since the storm started and the serpent attacked. Right about now Rhino Steak sounded godsent, she only hoped that would be possible.

 

[SolarFlare]

Meredith Cwenburh


Just as Meredith was about to take a small rest to recover from that magical showboating, they were accosted by yet more interlopers! Jeez, this must be a really popular part of the forest... that or this was the rest of the Stabby Swimmer's entourage? It seemed like a fair assumption to make. Either way it meant that they had yet another enemy to fight. Ugh, and it was one of these hyperactive types too. Well, it's nothing a hefty dose of poison can't solve. Meredith got into her position at one flank of the beast, opposite the side that Ark would take. She extracted a second vial of poison for a more conservative method of delivery. Meredith poked the fine point of her rapier into the cork of the vial and gently pulled a small tendon hidden on the handle, drawing fluid into the tip of the hollow blade. She grieved the inability to conserve these precious poisons, but at least it seemed as if it would go to a good cause. The chemical she used was a concentrated muscle relaxant, she figured it was the best thing for the job.

Meredith was down to three and a half vials, which was frankly unacceptable, but she hoped that there might be more ingredients out here that she might forage after this whole mess was sorted with. She dashed to one side of the rhino and aimed to pierce its right hindleg and inject the muscle relaxant internally. Meredith hoped that this thing would lose its incredible spead with one numb leg. Other than its speed and strength she didn't note any abilities that would hamper their chances of success after it was crippled. Honestly it did not seem like a very fair fight with the three of them fighting this one beast. Should be over with quickly.

 

[yasei no shika]

Kalen Tu

As the creatures appeared, Kalen hated the fact that his body was still sore from the beating he received from the serpent earlier. He'd had rest, and it seemed one of the companions he had with him chose to heal him. It was convenient but it still didn't alleviate the soreness - nor did it recover all the magic he spent from his beat-down.

He sighed. He wouldn't be able to do anything anyway, not yet. He stayed with the crew and made sure they wouldn't be in danger. They had just survived a great serpent's attack not too long ago and they had to deal with this right after. They had lost some of their peers and it wouldn't do to lose more of them.

This wasn't something Kalen was used to doing but it appeared that this was to be his task for now. Getting in a brawl with someone or something that possessed more magic and stamina than he had wasn't difficult but he'd have to consider those around him too. Being in groups had its downsides it seemed. It was his first real experience within a group and he's began to develop a dislike for it.

A few more minutes of waiting and he had nothing to do, still. It wasn't good. There was a monstrous creature there - albeit one of the common ones, it seems - but getting in a brawl was second nature to him. He had to fight it.

And so, with little to no regard on what happened next, with the carelessness of forgetting he was still recovering and his magic depleted, Kalen charged forward to the leaper that assaulted them - more like Ark just now.

"Let me help."

It wasn't much of a plead more than it was a statement, an unchangeable statement. The itch to fight and hunt was strong and he'd sure as hell he'd be in as muchcreature-hunter clash he could get. The others did well for themselves, Sena with her commands just like before.

Oh, and several new faces too. That fox seems delicious and he'd have to ask Ark for that later. Food helps recovery after all.
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[Sketching101]

[font=Courier_New]Ark Petyr[/font]​

The Leaper made a quick move towards Sena after the taunt. Just as it was about to make its rush forward, the armour behind its hind knees curled and softened as the muscles stretched and tensed. Before it had a chance to make it far, Meredith's rapier plunged through the softened shell and pierced the muscle. As it began to simply roll forward, another jab came from Sena's spear, plunging into the briefly loosened armour of the Creature.

As Meredith and Sena darted forward, Ark pulled the blue arrow back on the string of his bow, aiming at the side of the excitable creature. Ark appeared where the arrow had landed, on the leg opposite Meredith. The arrow disappeared and he slashed at the back of the joint. While the metal knife didn't dig too deep, the spectral knife pierced through the muscle and armour without dealing a wound.

Soon after the three hunters dealt their blows, the Leaper slammed into the dirt. It got to its feet with a small limp on the leg Meredith injected her poison, but could still move. Its skin hardened once more as Kalen appeared coming downhill. As the creature tested its leg, its gaze moved between the daemons.

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[font=Courier_New]The Black Tooth's Ship, "The Pious Drunkard"[/font]​

Credit to 88grzes​

Unlike its sister ship the Wyvern, the Drunkard had been able to withstand the storm with all of its crew intact. The ship's deck was littered with the corpses of Creatures, but of no strayskin or daemon. The ship had been thrust to battle with the smaller but numerous creatures earlier in the voyage, and had been able to somehow avoid the sleep-inducing magic that shook the Wyvern just before the pillars collapsed. The crew furled the sails as the ship came closer to land, near a small trade town with several boats docked off-shore.

At the front of the ship stood the general of the ship, "Black Tooth" Kormack. The large strayskin leaned on his large shield with his axe slung across his back. He waved at the old strayskin standing at the edge of the docks. He climbed down, lifting his shield and dragging it along the deck toward the daemons Za'an and Oelu. The imposing, rough bearded man looked at the two, grumbling with a surprisingly laid back tone. "Good job with th' lit'le tussle back there with those sea-fiends. I s'pose yer kind do indeed deserve the ti'le of hunter, hm?" he said with a thick Sonian accent, hanging his thumbs on his belt. With a warmhearted grin, he continued, staring intently at Oelu and Za'an. "T'would seem our friends've arrived without their lovely ship. I'm goin' up to shore to see what's happenin'. Mind accompanyin' me to see the Wyvern's cap'n?"

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[Snowflake]

~~Sena Atlaxys~~

"As it charges!" Sena shouted to others and Len in particular. "Give it everything you've got!" She switched her stance and prepared once more to evade the charge. That thing's armour seemed problematic in a head-on attack and unfortunately, Sena's arsenal was not gonna cut it. Best she could do is provide the same type of distraction as in the last attack and hope for a chance to get a quick jab in one more time. More important was to evade the charge or risk being gored to death. She resorted to the same tactic again in hopes that the beast wasn't smart enough to see through it and started taunting it with shouts and jerking motions.

She was tired, with each passing moment she grew more so and the lack of a proper meal decided to make itself known by rumbling her tummy. Unknowingly her lips parted as the tongue flicked out to moist them and reveal a set of transformed needle-like teeth. It was a subtle change as the cheeks pulled back to show a glimpse of teeth more akin to some deep sea creature than a healthy young woman. Similarly, though she cast no spells few of her tattoos or rather daemon markings started to emanate a faint light. That feral unholy heritage made itself known only within the thick of battle. She didn't even realise it but the hunger irked and itched at her to move and strike. She resisted and waited for the beast to charge first.

 

[Wryneck]

Za'an Krarg

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"Ain't no point in lettin' us on tha' ship if we can't even handle these small fries. A man not worth his reason ain't a man at all anyway, ain't he?" Za'an looked about the corpses that now littered the deck, proud of his work and not at all perturbed by how much of a mess it all was now. "Really looks the name of Drunkard now, doesn't she?" Za'an asked. His gaze went from the captain, to the incoming land mass, to the Strayskin that'd fought alongside him. He wanted to offer words of thanks to the female, but the captain continued on about the ship that went on ahead. The ship that was no more.

"There's no reason not to. Here's hoping all survived." The Krarg clansman allowed the captain to take the lead ahead of them, allowing a bit of space before following aside the fellow Daemon. "That's some skill with a bow you have. Not many in my clan that use anything other than their fists. Nice to see someone that sees the advantages of a distanced fighting style."

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[SolarFlare]

Meredith Cwenburh

The well-timed strikes that they inflicted on the beast had less effect that she hoped for, but those extra seconds we earned by damaging its legs might prove vital to their victory. Meredith noted that just before a jump, the legs seemed to soften up so as to not impede the mighty leaps the creature was known for. It would take considerable firepower to damage it while it's in flight. Another man showed up to (apparently) serve as rhino-bait, she wasn't sure if that was a good idea for his health but he seemed to enjoy it. She was starting to tire out, as was her other friend, based on those big chompers she started rocking. Meredith sheathed her rapier and brushed a little hair from her forehead as wings and antennae quickly sprouted from her. She kicked up a lot of dust in her take off, launching herself up and over the Leaping Rhino with the aid of a Great Gale. She braced herself for a harsh landing on its back, and attempted to dig her heels into the crevices of its neck.

She folded up her wings and started locking her hands together in various formations in a fluid series of motions. An unnatural heat was welling up within her hands in a chaotic unguided mess. Finally she locked her hands together in the form of an aperture and drew the energy together in one point of intensity as the aperture closed down to the size of a marble. She pressed her hands to the base of its neck to activate the spell. She closed her eyes and prepared herself for the shock wave.

 

[Mglo]

Oelu Parenasos

Like a beast lays down after devouring its hunt, Oelu's temperament eased into comfortable pleasantry after the bloody battle. So it was that she nodded yes to the captain instead of telling him "heck nah," and followed his lead. One thing was certain, the strayskin company was of excellent stock, and she wouldn't be complaining anytime soon about weakness in the crew. The other ship clearly hadn't been so lucky.

"My father would like you," she replied to her strayskin companion, "he's the punch first talk later kind of guy and take that as a compliment. I take after him more than anyone in the family would like to admit. Anyway, mom's to blame for my skill with the bow. She still thinks I'm all bark, but she hasn't seen me get my ass kicked during a hunt. I don't stay down long."

She pulled out a pouch from the pack at her hip and showed him the powder inside. It was of a bright hue, clinging everywhere inside the leather pouch. At the center there was a brightly powdered fletching, the kind one would attach to an arrow and let fly. The beast would move and run, but the powdered fletching would leave a trail behind. The tool revealed Oelu's origins to be from a clan whose style of hunt was tracking and traps. The way she'd fought earlier in battle revealed she was a bit more than that. Her father had been the cause of that.

As they covered ground, she packed the leather pouch away and checked her weapons by feeling for them to make sure they were all in place. "You reckon our perspective's about to change? Y'know, that time in life when we see past battles as our lazy times..." she let out a cynical chuckle because what lovely memories could battle life provide?

 

[yasei no shika]

Kalen Tu

Kalen eyed the creature one more time before he charged at it. He would've been able to move quicker if not for the earlier exertion he had but making do with what he's got at the moment, he faced the leaper head-on. He'd fought numerous creatures barehanded, granted it never got to the point where he had no magic at all but there was always something new in life. This was one of those times.

Another female hunter, different from the chummy one from before was there. She was different. Of course, another person meant another set of traits and what not. But what really made her different was her transformation. It was interesting and Len wondered if that was her polymorphic magic. He'd find out later. They had to deal with this one first. It's bothersome to ask, though.

Making a grab for the beast, it was much difficult and less successful than one of his hunts - or brawls as his clansmen called them. Grabbing a massive creature wasn't difficult with all the surface area up for grabs but with his depleted strength and lack of magical support, it was inevitable.

He huffed and tried once more. This time, he chose to ram into it like he would a Harvest Bull and gritted his teeth at the impending impact. It would a very sore and spent week for him after this.

Still, a smirk played on Kalen's lips. Brawls are fun, having restrictions and handicaps are definitely much more fun!
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[Wryneck]

Za'an Krarg

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Za'an was, to say the least, ecstatic to hear that there was actually an entire Strayskin clan whose combat methodologies were similar to his own. He'd grown up being told that the way of the fist was the only way for a Strayskin, and had set himself apart as being unique. Maybe he wasn't so different from Strayskins as a whole after all.

Oelu's methods were fascinating. Tracking technology was something they'd never made use of in his clan, so it was something he'd never even seen before. The genius of it was plain to see though. Much smarter than needlessly wasting energy by running after the damn thing until it ran out of stamina. With her methods and expertise with a bow, he couldn't help but wonder how the woman would fare against a Belcorn.

"I'm sure it'll feel all the same at the end of the day. For a Strayskin, a battle is a battle. No matter the stakes, no matter the prize, all ya can do is fight your best. Nobody can complain if ya give it yer all in every battle ya fight, right?" Speaking of battles, if this woman was a hunter, she must've also taken a trial. Now he was curious about what she'd had to face.

"Say, what type of trial d'ya take to become a hunter? Something testing yer smarts, or focusing more on something tha' clan usually doesn't?" Whether a clan facilitated the skills learned growing up, or sought to instill those skills not inherent to the clan's core, both made sense from a logical standpoint.

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@Mglo

 

[Sketching101]

[font=Courier_New]Ark Petyr[/font]​

"Good plan, S--Ah..." Ark's voice faded as he noticed her teeth show, just before the dust kicked up from Meredith's flight. He brought one hand up to cover his eyes as he drew an arrow with his bow holding hand. In his other hand, he formed a spectral arrow by completing the spell, pressing his fingers on his palm. Now or never, I suppose…

The creature didn't seem to be bothered too much by the first contact with Meredith. Its skin had grown thick and even stronger than it was before as its leg repaired itself rapidly. It seemed to prepare itself for a leap as Meredith's orb blasted through its armour on the neck in an explosion. The leaper threw itself up to its hind feet as if to shake Meredith off. Before it could leap off however, Kalen's grip kept it grounded.

Ark shot the two arrows in quick succession: shooting the blue one through Kalen, doing no damage but instead invigorating him with strength and magic, and the other upward at a tree, before vanishing in a blue flash and appearing up high with his hand and legs attached to the bark of the tree. "While Kalen has it in his grasp! The neck!" he yelled as he tore the arrow off the bark and pressed it against the string of his bow.

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[font=Courier_New]Kormack, "Black Tooth"[/font]​

The ship came to a sudden halt as its magic managed a clean approach to the port. The crew pushed forward a plank over the side of the ship to make a walkway down to the wooden docks. "C'mon 'en," Kormack called to the daemons. "We're on a schedule, hunters. So le's go see where yer friends are, 'fore the pink-legs' city crumbles."

He strutted down the walkway, bending it with each heavy step. The entire ship felt the relief from his weight as he made his way to the old captain of the Wyvern ashore. He started talking with the captain, only to give a meaningful glance back at the daemons, flicking the gauze around the broken edge of his right horn.

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[Sketching101]

[font=Courier_New]Ark Petyr and Kormack, "Black Tooth"[/font]​

It had been nearly half an hour since the Drunkard had anchored on the entrance of the gulf of the Fifth Pillar, just across the island the city and pillar were once built on. The strayskin commander, Kormack, and the daemons that had come with him were caught up on the events that transpired on the Wyvern during the fall of the pillar by the captain of the marooned ship.

"We lost a few good men along the way, including one of the hunters," the tired captain said defeatedly, emptying his lungs with a deep sigh. "I'd-a thought the shore woulda been empty as usual, but it seems there's somethin' to the fables 'bout the pillars these Genisians love so much." Kormack muttered something under his breath which seemed to shock the captain. "Ah, sorry ser, but—"

The commander waved the old man's apology away as if to excuse it. "Per'aps we ought ta go see where the rest of yar boys are." As though on cue, some commotion began brewing further inland in the town.

The source of the commotion soon became clear. Just around a building up ahead appeared a strayskin, Owen, came into view, tugging on rope along with a few other crew members from the Wyvern right behind him. As they moved a little farther, a large Creature head with chunks torn out came into view. A small fox appeared to be sleeping on the dead Leaper's back. The daemons and crew from the Wyvern finally dragged the corpse of the half-torn, marks Oelu and Za'an could notice as bitemarks of their kin.

Finally, the group stopped dragging the Creature with the red-clad merchant following closely behind. Ark stepped away from the side of the corpse, pulling his bloodied hands off the hind leg. He dropped on the ground, leaning his back on the corpse with a sigh of relief. "Finally..."

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[Snowflake]

~~Sena Atlaxys~~

"Alrighty then. Next person to interrupt me while I'm eating gets to donate their appendage to the 'feed the Sena' cause. You have been warned." There were still traces of blood in the corner of her mouth from when she took a big chunk of meat off the beast, just before being interrupted and told to lug it along for future rations. Now that they finally arrived she wasted no time setting up a small firepit for herself and slicing off a sizable chunk of the loin to impale it onto a sharpened stick to spitroast over her little firepit. She was utterly unconcerned as to what others would do with the carcass and instead focused on making her meal evenly roasted; rare, just the way she liked it. Her combat gear was already on the ground next to the pit when she sat down. She was no stranger to preparing meaty meals though she always seemed to prefer fish and other seafood.

It wasn't long before she was satisfied with her roast and decided to sink her teeth in with gusto. There was no need to show her more savage side now and instead relied on her human teeth to bite through. It wasn't perfect, in fact, most people would probably say it was undercooked or too bloody but to her, it was just right. A bit of a smoky aroma with tasty raw feeling to it. Afterwards, she simply dropped onto her back next to her weapons and practically fell asleep on the spot. A nice nap after a hearty meal was just what she needed after the stressful day she had.

 

[Wryneck]

Za'an Krarg

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Za'an could finally stop picking at his teeth, having removed the last bit of Groveler flesh that'd managed to get lodged in there somehow. Tough meat, that was, but he figured whatever sopia the animal might provide would be of use later. Having access to sharp claws that could rip the average man in two could only be a good thing, right? Well, maybe not for whichever average man it was that was getting ripped in two.

At last, they were joined with the members of the Wyvern, who seemed to have quite the formidable looking creature in tow, with plenty of chunks already taken from its carcass. More strayskins? Za'an thought, recognizing the bite marks that littered the corpse. It was easy to tell that their battle had been hard fought. The lot of them seemed exhausted, their asses hitting the floor almost as soon as their legs'd stopped moving. One among them had opted to set up a fire to cook their reward for a victory well earned. Just because they could eat it completely raw didn't mean they had to.

Dropping the rope that had their own catch attached — a Groveler, fearsome beasts that resembled bears — he thought to join the girl. Not before tossing his fighting companion a look though, only now realizing he'd foolishly neglected to offer his name. "Za'an Krarg, by the way. 'Tis the name." Introductions between the two given, Za'an would turn to the group that'd now gathered around the fire. Among them was a boy that looked more elf than strayskin, his size belying his race, a man that looked more strayskin than elf, a human girl, the one who'd recently started napping, and lastly, a rather sharp looking elf.

The human girl was of most intrigue. Humans weren't a common sight amongst hunters, what with them, on average, having less going for them than the highly intelligent elves or the immensely strong Strayskins. She was here though, so she'd obviously proved her mettle. Now that his curiosity was piqued, he'd have to ask how she managed her trial later on. Taking a seat, Za'an decided to start some conservation. "A feisty one, eh?" he asked, looking to the young boy. He was almost as curious a case as the girl.

Some might view his nonchalant method of talking about what'd recently transpired as a bit insensitive, given that someone had lost their lives, but Za'an was one that knew such was the way of the life they lead as hunters. There'd be no benefit in getting hung up over someone lost, least of all someone they'd not known.

"Za'an Krarg," he offered, extending his hand. He'd not repeat the same foolishness as before.

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[SolarFlare]

Meredith Cwenburh

Just as anticipated, the leaper was no match for the group of voracious hunters. Meredith could not help but grimace at the unrestrained way that the others had taken to ripping great chunks of flesh from the creatures body to gobble it down greedily. At least season it a little bit! If I was just hunted down I would want to at least be tasty and well-prepared. Its the least we can do as hunters. She had gained quite a bit of company in the last few hours, a bit on the strange side, but that is always welcome. A scrawny stray-skin, half-breed perhaps? A creepy ram-horned man with a penchant for punishment, the cool-headed sliver-huntress, and several other burly boys. A colorful cast to be sure... she couldn't wait to get better acquainted with them after they had finished dragging this huge corpse. She decided to sneak a taste of its flesh, carefully sawing a small section off and popping it into her mouth. It was a little greasy and stringy, most similar in taste to a wild boar. Her mouth watered at the thought of what delicious things she could make with it. Meredith had exhausted herself over the course of those two fights, so she decided that a good meal would be the best cure for that.

When they arrived at their destination She procured a cooking pot from her supplies and set it up over the fire that Sena had created, beginning to prepare a delicious treat of her own. She deftly chopped and tossed several choice cuts of meat into the pot and spiced it with a number of wild ingredients that she picked up on the journey here. Wild garlic, a bit of onion, some carrots too, and soon enough she had the perfect stew. While the meat and veggies became tender in the covered pot, she cut up a loaf of bread into thick slices and layered on a generous helping of butter to each side. With expert timing on her part she used a little cooking magic of her own to prepare a large plate of sandwiches in record time. In the end she had a platter of pulled "pork" sandwiches ready to be eaten by anyone who wanted some. The smell of it was pretty intoxicating, she had to admit.

She called out to the other hunters and crew members in the area, "Lunch is on, get them while they are hot!" Without further hesitation she daintily tore into one of the two sandwiches she reserved for herself, savoring the unique flavor of the fresh spices mixing with the pungent leaper-flesh.

 

[yasei no shika]

Kalen Tu

Len fought head-to-head with the creature when something impaled his back. Instead of pain exploding, he felt a surge of energy going throughout his body. With renewed vigor, his muscles flexed and held on. Now, the creature wouldn't be able to escape with his grasp. Remembering the time after he fought the great serpent, he ought to thank Ark for helping him again. The boy was quick to give support, he'd have to show appreciation for that.

After a good while of battling the creature, they were able to subdue it. A few of them took to ripping off the flesh right then and there. Kalen, while hungry and in desperate need of recovery, didn't join the fun.

He could absorb the sopia of that creature and he didn't think it would help him with his fighting style. He sat a few meters away from the others who devoured the creature and observed them. Their company was an eclectic bunch. Not a single one of them were the same and even he and Ark didn't seem similar at all. Len could gather that both of them were hybrids but it ended there. The boy looked more elf than strayskin. While he appeared the other way around.

Contemplating how different they all were, he made himself take a much needed rest. His body started aching again, no doubt Ark's magic wearing out. Usually, he'd use his blind vacuum to make his presence near non-existence but he didn't recover enough magic yet so he remained at a distance from the others, ready to spring into action when needed.

His eyes surveyed everything around him and determined there wouldn't be any other creature coming soon. As his eyelids were starting to droop, his mind nearing the land of dreams, his nose caught something amazing.

Even with his muscles sore, he got up slowly and followed the smell. There, he met another one of their company. She was new, and if he remembered correctly she wasn't with them on either of the ships. A native, then?

Kalen approached the woman and longingly stared at the sandwiches. He stared back at her, his eyes pleading if he could take one. Perhaps he could bring some to Ark too? The boy was nothing but helpful to him. Should he ask her? No, no, he'd wait for her response.

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[Sketching101]

[font=Courier_New]Ark Petyr[/font]​

Not long after their arrival, the Wyvern's crew and Daemons settled in the ship, preparing food for a well deserved feast and rest. Kormack quickly barked an order for his crew to start preparations as the Wyvern's crew took their leave below deck to have their wounds tended to, with the exception of the Daemons preparing their game's meat.

As Za'an introduced himself to Ark, the young man grasped the hand with what strength he had. With a tired smile, he looked at the hunter. "Ark Petyr," he said as he shook Za'an's hand. He looked over to Sena as he thought about Za'an's previous comment. He turned to Za'an and spoke. "That she is. She's shown herself to be more than reliable, on our way here." He let out a small chuckle. "I would not think her threat empty."

His eyes glanced over at the infamous commander of the ship before lazily getting up to his feet. "I'd say we have an interesting journey ahead of us," he said to Za'an, staring at the horizon where the pillar once stood. The clouds were warped around the region, as if the remains of the tower was at the eye of a tornado. Some distant, faint roaring could be heard in that direction before the settling of silence again. A strange, almost crazed glint shone in his eyes as his grin widened. He muttered to himself. "How lucky we are..."

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[Snowflake]

~~Sena Atlaxys~~

Sena wasn't asleep, not by a longshot, no one could fall asleep in those conditions that quickly. What she wanted was a bit of rest and respite, pretending to go out that quickly likely meant people would leave her alone or at least carry her to a bunk or a hammock but alas she was not of such luck. Instead, people gathered around her firepit and started adding onto it and cooking their own meals. That was fine, she planned on 'waking up suddenly' and taking some food for herself a bit later. She truly did need some rest and as much as she hated to admit she couldn't go all out for the entire day, at least not when the day started with a blasted serpent tearing apart their ship. The conversation around the pit carried to her ears without obstruction, save for the occasional crewmember shouting something across the deck of the ship or someone rushing along the wooden floorboards.

They were talking about her, if only for a minute. Apparently, she made a good impression on some of them. Using this napping tactic wasn't intended to help her gather impressions but it sure as hell worked. In a way she was almost ashamed she didn't premeditate it. For now, at least she was certain she heard one other important thing. Lunch. For whatever damned reason she was still not sated enough to properly relax. Perhaps she simply used up way too much stamina this day and needed to replenish it. Or perhaps she wasn't aware that she was a bit of a glutton with a high metabolism.

"Did someone say lunch." She sat up suddenly and looked around intently for whatever was giving off that aroma of prepared food. Sure enough, there was a steaming covered pot with likely some sort of soup or goulash being prepared. More imminently there was a serving of what appeared to be sandwiches. Without waiting for the offer, or permission to take any she grabbed a pair and stuffed one in her mouth and chewed on it a bit before swallowing it whole. "Thethe awe gweat! Wen you shouwd twy fome." She said to Len while mid-chew and just about ready to swallow the first. The second one got a way better treatment of being eaten more aptly, bite by bite and chewed rather than swallowed whole. All in all a more civilized way for a delicious sandwich to go out. She didn't quite see why Kalen was acting so detached, but then again that was often the case with the tribes. Each had their own norm and tradition so what was considered hospitable in one could be rude in another. As far she cared the lady offered up food so Sena was going to take it.

"What's in the pot, huntress? It smells delicious and I'm still hungry." She turned away towards the rest of the crew. "HEY! Is there any more of that Leaper Meat?! Don't tell me it's already going to the kitchen!" Disappointed she turned back to the group and remembered she never introduced herself to the new friends and fellow hunters. "I'm Sena of Slivers, apologies for being rude, but I had a hell of a day and manners are reserved for a time of peace." She issued the introduction to everyone present that wasn't originally introduced to her which accounted for every hunter other than Kalen and Ark.

 

[Wryneck]

Za'an Krarg

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A smirk crossed the Strayskin's lips. Things were certainly starting to become interesting. Well, aside from the already plenty interesting encounter they'd had only moments earlier. Everyone seemed to be winding down, but their unique (and for some, loud) personalities lent themselves to keeping the excitement going. Amongst their ranks was an elf who decided to cook their respective catches rather than have them consume it raw. While meat was meat to Za'an, he wouldn't complain about someone fancying things up, as it were.

Ark was a curious boy himself. Rather short for a hunter, and soft spoken as well. While some might view him more fitting of a support role, Za'an figured hunting knew no such role. Not on its own though. Those with no means to handle things solo were likely to perish the moment a situation became dire. The art of the hunt knew all kinds though, and Za'an knew better than to be ignorant. If the boy was here, whether Za'an knew his story or not, he was every bit as deserving of his seat and this meal as he and anyone else here.

"If not for just our adversaries, then for our company," the Strayskin replied, loosing a laugh. The pillar was gone now, but their journey had just begun. The clouds could dance as they wish. For now, they feasted on the spoils of their first victory, and a hard earned one it was. The loud personality was being...well, loud. Thinking the whole ordeal to look like fun, Za'an rose to fetch himself some food. Lining the table was a surprising variety of offerings. Some short sticks on board had been used for a number of kabobs. The Strayskin was certain these usually offered a little bit more than just several bits of meat, one made due with what one had. Sandwiches were also afforded, though the woman Za'an now knew as Sena was making quick work of them. Za'an went for pieces cut like slabs of steak. Presentation was nice, but the Strayskin held special preference for the relationship between carnivore and meat, free of adornments.

Taking a bite, the man was met with surprise. A smile encapsulated his features, amazed at what some could do with but a pot and nature's furnace. "Oi! My compliments!" he offered the chef. If they were to expect meals like this after every win, well, that might just be payment enough for the male.

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@Sketching101 @Snowflake @SolarFlare

 

[SolarFlare]

Meredith Cwenburh

A comical grin crossed her face at the positive reception her cooking was garnering, she didn't even mind that Sena gobbled her first sandwich down without even tasting it. She simply found the whole thing amusing, to see these deadly hunters whip out the puppy eyes at the first sign of some good food. She thought it was endearing at least, in a funny sort of way. Her sandwiches were disappearing quite fast but luckily she had a fine stew brewing for anyone who was craving seconds. They all deserved a good meal for the upcoming days, especially after a few tiring battles. Meredith turned toward Kalen Tu with a face that showed barely suppressed laughter, " You can just take one you know? I made them for everyone to have, no need to break out the big eyes. "

She put the last two sandwiches on a plate and pressed it into his hands speaking reassuringly, " I swear I don't bite, unless that's your thing I guess Ahem... anyway, be sure to try and save room for the next course, you might regret missing out on it. I call it... Spicy Leaper Ragout. "

Sena introduced herself finally, confirming her assumption on both her identity and whether or not she could handle meal number three. She eats like a Shonen protagonist... " It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance(s), I'm Meredith. "