Post by Horas on Nov 20, 2008 13:49:56 GMT -5
The night before had gone by uneventful, which meant that Hamish was fully rested when he woke up. He ate some cold meat, and drank some water before he broke camp, and began to search for some tracks to follow.
He found some deer tracks that lead north, maybe he was meant to kill a deer anyway, he would know when he had felled the animal that the Old Gods would send for him to kill. He continued north, but after an hour the animal seemed to head northwest, and by the looks of the tracks he seemed to have be in more of a hurry than before, maybe the deer had smelled him, but Hamish didn't think so.
He quickened his pace, but soon found that he had lost the tracks. He tried to find the tracks, but they seemed to have vanished into thin air. He decided to rest for some time, and then resume his hunt. He found some blackbarries bushes from which he ate, he was even found a few wild onions which he put in his pack to save for later use.
He thanked the Gods when he came upon a small field of Kingscopper, which he knew had a healing effect. As he stood there, a large hare popped out his head from underneath a tree not to far from him. Cheeks puffin, ears trembling, it held it's position, listening for danger.
Hamish raised his bow, slid an arrow from the quiver at his waist.
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Grey clouds were beginning to form themselves in the midday sky, and a small and light drizzle had begun to fall from them. Hamish just hoped that the rain wouldn't turn into hail, as he had not seen a place where he could find shelter from it.
He had rested for a while after killing the hare, before he tried once again to find the tracks he had lost, and for some reason, be it luck or skill, he had found the tracks again. He had even spotted the animal, a large white hart, but the stag had seen him and had raced away from him, but Hamish was now convinced that this was the animal he was meant to hunt and kill.
He kneeled and checked the ground, and he quickly found the tracks that the white stag had left, but those where not the only tracks he found. There were another set of human tracks here, it seemed to belong to two people and a horse.
He wondered what they were doing out here, but as the tracks didn't follow the stags he let them be and hurried off in the direction that the stag had went.
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The man stood pointing the rusted sword toward Hamish.
“What do you want? Are you following us?”
Hamish stood with raised hands, trying to calm the man down.
“I am just passing by, I am hunting a white stag that passed not to far from here.”
Hamish had come upon the two people and the horse a half an hour after he had found the tracks before. It was a man and his wife and daughter, at least Hamish thought it was, and as Hamish had come out of the bushes, he had stumbled upon their camp.
The young daughter, which looked to be about 14 years old, had been ushered away on the horse, while the woman and man was trying to fend of Hamish.
“Then leave us be, and go on your way if you don't mean us any harm.”
The man and women was standing with their backs to the direction that the daughter had ridden off to. So when Hamish shouted and leapt backward they became startled. A drumroll of hooves announced that the daughter was coming back, but that was not what had startled Hamish.
The bear bear behind the horse was traveling very nearly as fast, it's mouth open and foam blowing from it; an arrow twitching in the hump over its shoulders showed why. It was a very large bear, four hundred pounds, and it was moving at great speed.
The mother that had a bow pointed at Hamish, turned and fired.
“NO” Hamish shouted futilely.
She managed to hit the beast's rump, which slowed down the bear as it turned to snap at the arrow, this also made the distance of the horse and bear greater. The man and woman had started to run as the horse raced by them, but unfortunely Hamish couldn't do that, as the bear looked directly at him.
It hesitated for a while, as he stood motionless; then its eyes caught the hare hanging at Hamish's waist. It went up at his hind legs as it gave a bawling roar, before it dropped and came for him.
'Spear, spear, where's my damn spear' was all that went through Hamish's mind.
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Results
Hamish Harclay improves to Expert Hunting
Hamish Harclay improves to Apprentice Survival (Wilderness)
He found some deer tracks that lead north, maybe he was meant to kill a deer anyway, he would know when he had felled the animal that the Old Gods would send for him to kill. He continued north, but after an hour the animal seemed to head northwest, and by the looks of the tracks he seemed to have be in more of a hurry than before, maybe the deer had smelled him, but Hamish didn't think so.
He quickened his pace, but soon found that he had lost the tracks. He tried to find the tracks, but they seemed to have vanished into thin air. He decided to rest for some time, and then resume his hunt. He found some blackbarries bushes from which he ate, he was even found a few wild onions which he put in his pack to save for later use.
He thanked the Gods when he came upon a small field of Kingscopper, which he knew had a healing effect. As he stood there, a large hare popped out his head from underneath a tree not to far from him. Cheeks puffin, ears trembling, it held it's position, listening for danger.
Hamish raised his bow, slid an arrow from the quiver at his waist.
- - - - - - - -
Grey clouds were beginning to form themselves in the midday sky, and a small and light drizzle had begun to fall from them. Hamish just hoped that the rain wouldn't turn into hail, as he had not seen a place where he could find shelter from it.
He had rested for a while after killing the hare, before he tried once again to find the tracks he had lost, and for some reason, be it luck or skill, he had found the tracks again. He had even spotted the animal, a large white hart, but the stag had seen him and had raced away from him, but Hamish was now convinced that this was the animal he was meant to hunt and kill.
He kneeled and checked the ground, and he quickly found the tracks that the white stag had left, but those where not the only tracks he found. There were another set of human tracks here, it seemed to belong to two people and a horse.
He wondered what they were doing out here, but as the tracks didn't follow the stags he let them be and hurried off in the direction that the stag had went.
- - - - - - - -
The man stood pointing the rusted sword toward Hamish.
“What do you want? Are you following us?”
Hamish stood with raised hands, trying to calm the man down.
“I am just passing by, I am hunting a white stag that passed not to far from here.”
Hamish had come upon the two people and the horse a half an hour after he had found the tracks before. It was a man and his wife and daughter, at least Hamish thought it was, and as Hamish had come out of the bushes, he had stumbled upon their camp.
The young daughter, which looked to be about 14 years old, had been ushered away on the horse, while the woman and man was trying to fend of Hamish.
“Then leave us be, and go on your way if you don't mean us any harm.”
The man and women was standing with their backs to the direction that the daughter had ridden off to. So when Hamish shouted and leapt backward they became startled. A drumroll of hooves announced that the daughter was coming back, but that was not what had startled Hamish.
The bear bear behind the horse was traveling very nearly as fast, it's mouth open and foam blowing from it; an arrow twitching in the hump over its shoulders showed why. It was a very large bear, four hundred pounds, and it was moving at great speed.
The mother that had a bow pointed at Hamish, turned and fired.
“NO” Hamish shouted futilely.
She managed to hit the beast's rump, which slowed down the bear as it turned to snap at the arrow, this also made the distance of the horse and bear greater. The man and woman had started to run as the horse raced by them, but unfortunely Hamish couldn't do that, as the bear looked directly at him.
It hesitated for a while, as he stood motionless; then its eyes caught the hare hanging at Hamish's waist. It went up at his hind legs as it gave a bawling roar, before it dropped and came for him.
'Spear, spear, where's my damn spear' was all that went through Hamish's mind.
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Results
Hamish Harclay improves to Expert Hunting
Hamish Harclay improves to Apprentice Survival (Wilderness)