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Re: The Campsite.

Post  Scribbler on Tue Nov 27, 2012 4:20 am

"Mrrh, gun different. Lynx not know gun, so not for hunt. Sorry if Sparkeye make sharp words?"
The human didn't seem offended, but she didn't know well enough to be sure, and had no wish to offend him.
"Clever, strong, brave...rhhm, many circles."
It sounds like an agreement, but seems to only be half an answer.
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Re: The Campsite.

Post  Hans Yksin on Wed Nov 28, 2012 11:00 am

"Sharp words?"

He clinks his head sideways

"I think you mean offensive words. No 'offence' taken. You don't seem used to our kind. We have funny ways of thinking and speaking. The Clever vs Strong thing being one of them."

He sighs, stroking the pocket with his book in.

"Sadly, whichever you are, someone is going to want to use you or take it from you. It's just how people are. But there are those who aren't like that. And many in between. People are weird."

He chuckles and takes a swig of something alcoholic-smelling from a concealed hip flask.
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Re: The Campsite.

Post  Scribbler on Thu Nov 29, 2012 7:00 pm

"Rhmm, not know Human." she nods. "Not come to tribeland."
Sparkeye scratches her fingers under her chin, thinking.
"So...Human this People, yes-rrrh? Human can take clever? Or strong? Is magic?" she looks about, slightly suspiciously, and leans in close to you again. "No take Sparkeye's clever. Spirits protect, see?" Her hand is clasped around the leather thong on her neck. The pendant clatters together gently as she does so.
Closer inspection shows various small items, hunting trophies perhaps.
Claws, slices of antler, and assorted small bones, spaced with clay beads and feathers.
Some of them have marks on them, but you can't make any sense of them.
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Re: The Campsite.

Post  Hans Yksin on Thu Nov 29, 2012 8:43 pm

Hans looks nonplussed for a second, but then bursts into laughter.

"No, we don't actually TAKE it, well, not really. It's hard to explain. Think of it this way, if your whole tribe told you you were a bad hunter, you would think you were a bad hunter, ja?"
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Re: The Campsite.

Post  Scribbler on Fri Nov 30, 2012 6:32 am

A smirk creeps across the Lynx's face at his reaction, but she is confused by it.
Her eyebrows twitch as she considers his words.
"Rrww...No- Good hunter. Bad hunter brings no food."
At the initial accusation she tensed, but realising it was merely an example, her posture soon slinks back into a more casual slouch. She waits for further explanation, fiddles with the charm necklace absently.
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Re: The Campsite.

Post  Hans Yksin on Tue Dec 04, 2012 1:44 am

He laughs loudly.

"That's not quite what I'm saying. If, when you were young, an Elder told you you would never be a good hunter, you would, unconsciously, become influenced by this, and be presented with a choice. Believe them, and never become a hunter, or prove them wrong, and become the best hunter you can be. Or something in-between. All spreading out from the idea that you would not be a very good hunter."

He takes out his book and stares at a picture that is clearly of his parents.

"Choice. Influence. Decision. Consequence. Should you choose to hunt, you lose the potential of a life within the camp. Should you choose not to become a hunter, the life of the hunt and that which is associated with it is lost to you in favour of becoming something else. Perhaps Shaman to your pack. From each choice, possibilities are created, and through each decision, paths are laid and possibilities forgotten. Everyone's decisions affect others, and their decisions based on this effect affect many others. For every action, there is a reaction. The consequences of your choices define you. So, had your Elder given you the choice between Shaman and Hunter, and you had picked Shaman, the life of the hunt would have been lost to you, we likely would not be talking here, and summarily, I wouldn't have gotten that deer for dinner. Had I decided to not leave Amrania to learn how to use a gun, I would likely be in jail by now. So many possibilities that will never be known to us. In this way, our influence can rob others of potential lives, or give them new ones. In this, we hurt and help each other, all based on our choices and the choices of others that affect us, along with their consequences."

He turns back to the Beast-woman, face blank.

"Of course, I could be wrong. You could choose to believe the way I see it or you could choose to believe I'm insane, but what would the consequences of those actions be? Then again, you probably don't understand a word I just said. I don't understand myself sometimes either. I've a very odd mind."

He swigs at his mead heavily, stowing the book and picture.
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Re: The Campsite.

Post  Soars-With-Moonlight on Tue Dec 04, 2012 6:46 am

Soars-With-Moonlight turns to the human, kneading his brow.

"You... you talk lots... big words, not simple like old pack..."
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Re: The Campsite.

Post  Hans Yksin on Tue Dec 04, 2012 7:09 am

The amranian laughs heartily at the feathered-one's statement.

"If I can still use the big words, I'm clearly not drunk enough yet, eh?"

He takes another swig

"Sorry, anyway. I get carried away sometimes. So much to think about that nobody ever seems to put thought to, y'know?"
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Post  Soars-With-Moonlight on Tue Dec 04, 2012 7:13 am

"Hrrm... I can... relate..."
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Re: The Campsite.

Post  Scribbler on Tue Dec 04, 2012 10:40 am

The lynx is quiet for a time, letting the human's words sink in.
"Rwwwm. Understand your odd-mind, yes-rrh. Choice. Influence. Decision. Consequence, wwwn."
She counts the words off with her fingers, tapping her clawed nails against the small knife at each one.
"You think clever. Is good to be odd-mind, hmm?"
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Re: The Campsite.

Post  Hans Yksin on Wed Dec 05, 2012 11:37 am

The Amranian smiles at the Lynx.

"Sometimes it's a blessing, sometimes it's a curse. It's all dependant on what you do when it counts. Being kinda nuts opens up options most people don't notice or think off. But then you have to deal with the consequences of choosing an option most don't even acknowledge are there. Decisions, decisions, decisions."

He rubs his brow, mimicking Soars

"Gods, all this thinking is giving me a headache too."

He laughs and stares at the fire intently.
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Post  Scribbler on Fri Dec 07, 2012 6:38 am

"You not smell cursed. Though, not smell like nuts either."
The Human was strange, she had decided, but quite amiable.
She scratches her head, and stretches, arching her back.
After a silent yawn, she looks around at the campsite, and then back to Hans and Soars.
"So, what you do now?" she asks.
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Re: The Campsite.

Post  Beric of Goldenbridge on Sun Dec 16, 2012 8:56 am

While the others have been talking, the Captain has been at the gaps in the undergrowth around the clearing that act as entrances to the campsite. From his satchel he pulls out a small box with a pin and hole on the front and places it under some leaves at the edge of an opening, inserting wooden pegs through handles on the sides to keep it firmly in place. Carefully opening the lid of the box he inserts the end of an elongated tool of some sort inside and seemingly randomly, but slowly, rotates and moves the tool before suddenly stopping and removing the tool. Satisfied, he ties the end of a thin wire to the pin, unravels the rest from a roll as he walks backwards across the opening until he reaches the other side. He then stops, crouches down, pulls the wire tight and ties it to another peg which he plants in the ground. To the untrained eye, the trap is invisible from anywhere further than a metre or two. He does the same with the other entrances around the site, before returning to the gathered seekers and beastmen.
He clears his throat before addressing everyone.
"I have set up traps around the perimeter of the site to protect us from any intruders. Anyone wishing to leave should talk to me for instructions on how to avoid them. I will safely dismantle them tomorrow morning, but for now I think it is best to take precautions lest the Theria being tracked by the pack try and ambush us."
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Post  Soars-With-Moonlight on Wed Dec 19, 2012 4:14 am

Soars's head snaps up suddenly.

"Traps? What traps?"
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Post  Scribbler on Wed Dec 19, 2012 8:57 am

The Lynx nods to Cloudbreaker, she had wondered what he'd been up to.
With a yawn and a stretch, she moves closer to the fire.
Making herself comfortable, Sparkeye cuts another small piece of meat.
Must be time to rest soon.
Wonder which of them will stay guard.
Almost certainly one or two of the wolves.
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Re: The Campsite.

Post  Hans Yksin on Mon Jan 07, 2013 2:39 pm

Hans nods at the Captain, familiar with his traps.

"Aye aye. I'll take the night watch, I'm more of a night owl than any of you lot anyway."

He follows Sparkeye's idea of 'more food' and cuts himself some more meat


"I advise you get some sleep, we're likely to move in the morning if the Wolves can get back on those things trail. Leaving Darklings running around is a bad idea. Especially so since I've never dealt with a Darkling Beastie before. Don't know what they're capable of. Should nip this in the bud before they get any ideas."

He drinks more mead.

"Assuming, of course, we can actually get back on their trail. Wish we had Lief here, he could do it."
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Post  Scribbler on Mon Jan 07, 2013 9:03 pm

Sparkeye drowsily rolls over to face Hans.
"Many leaf here, but earth better to track." she yawns.
"You awake me if things come."
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Re: The Campsite.

Post  Hans Yksin on Mon Jan 07, 2013 9:13 pm

Hans smirks at the Lynx's misinterpretation but doesn't look like he wants to correct her.

"I won't need to, the gunshots will do it for me."

He sips at his mead, looking melancholy as he prepares for his night watch, eyeing a tree within the perimeter that would give a nice viewpoint.
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Post  Scribbler on Tue Jan 08, 2013 3:12 am

"Is true. Hrrm. Good hunting."

She turns back to the fire, curls up, and pulls her ragged cloak around her.
Shuffling slightly to get comfortable, the only movement afterwards is the slow, steady rhythm of her breathing.
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Re: The Campsite.

Post  Reffumz on Thu Jan 30, 2014 12:57 am

Somewhere in the distance a tree fells with a creak and groan and a final thump. The sound carries easily on the thin night's air as it washes in waves over the small campsite. The owners of the camp had been sure there was nothing out there, especially after the protective boundary had been set-up, but now they weren't so sure. The woods were old, perhaps it fell on it's own, succumbing to rot and moss.


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Re: The Campsite.

Post  Scribbler on Sun Feb 02, 2014 2:03 am

Near the fireside, wrapped in her tattered cloak, the sleeping Lynx's ears twitch, the sound registering, but does not seem to have disturbed her.
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