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Ribbon Prancer
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I start to jog away, my head turned and ear cocked as I listen to my laboring pursuer, gauging distances. I stay a solid fifteen spans away, with even the possibility of a thrown battleaxe accounted for. I duck about a few trees in my withdrawal, forcing the creature to keep turning, always putting more and more strain on that injured knee, the blood as ever flowing freely.
After it remains upright and chases me without slowing for a full minute, I turn, drawing my remaining loaded pistols, and ignore the orc's sudden turn of desperate speed as I crouch and sight.
Two reports crack through the muffled air of the evergreen forest, and the Orc's head whips back, wounded leg buckling at the shifting weight as it topples backwards-
And immediately is trying to get back up, an eye ruptured, a bullet lodge in its right orbital and a wound on his forehead from where his skull deflected the other bullet. ...Hm.
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I resheathe the spent pistols in the brace while I begin walking away, pulling free my crossbow as I prepare another bolt. The Orc has been on its feet for all of a second before it gets a crossbow bolt in the neck. It goes down once more, gurgling, its rage drowning as its life bleeds away.
I rearm the crossbow as I patiently watch the body for half a minute, proving to myself it is not playing dead, before cautiously advancing. I carefulyl prod the body with the bolt pressed to its remaining eye, and at this final lack of reaction I set to my grizzly work, slicing through flesh with one of my new knives before I pull out my short saw and cravea path through the spine. Once I have wrested my prize free, I reclaim both crossbow bolts, and begin to stand, thinking of the two dead travellers-
>"Terrible hunting, poor marksmenship, clumsy movement and an unnecessary amount of force-if that wasn't just a juvinile out to prove how hard it was, but instead a veteran of one of the tribes-well, I imagine it'd be having another snack-what's a Hunter doing with such piss-poor stalking skills?"
...From behind me comes the voice, that of the old man-I can feel him standing there behind me, yet I dare not turn, confident he will be gone like a puff of smoke.
"I was the bookish type when I was younger, I admit-I came late to the Hunting field, with no firsthand experience, only the intellectual-I had to learn from there. My studies are ongoing."
Now, from a bush ten feet to my right, the exact same voice, the presence behind me having vanished while I spoke.
>"At least you know how inept you are."
"Should I take your commentary as an interest in conversation?"
This time from the tree above my head, some twenty feet up and muffled by the branches, again his response comes from a radically new place.
>"No, just making my farewells now that this little episode has concluded."
And so the voice is gone, the presence with it, and I am once more alone-or so it seems.
Either way, I make my way back to the traders, find a bag to wrap the Orc head in, and claim what transportable belongings they had while I set off back to town-I can decide what to do with their goods, and more fully inspect them, there.
The journey back is slower, more days passing at a snail's crawl thanks to the heavy pack. I crack five days in, prying it open-to find metal pots, pans, kettles, bowls and cutlery-nothing of silver, sadly, but decent tin utensils, and iron cookware. Could be worth a good bit, to the right person. I think about who to go to for the next two days before making my decision.
On my eventual return, after claiming the 75 Silvers for the Orc's head, I visit a money-changer and acquire two Golds for fifty Silvers, before I seek out Henrik--half an hour later I walk out with a grand total of two Golds, forty eight Silver and ten Copper. I consider what to do with nearly four gold, as I also note that there seems to be a flood of Were-things on the prowl, only tales of their rampages circulating in the taverns. Hm....
What kind of gear should I seek out for my next mission, which looks like it may be a Were-hunt?
Or should I use some of these funds for another pursuit and see what jobs open up later?
If I plan to research the event with the Elf, how should I go about looking for answers?
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