forum The Hunt

Started June 18, 2019 by @PrettyLittlePyro

tune

"Since I got to this town, I left it in my room at the inn," Hosea started moving a little faster. "Pick up the pace kid." He had a feeling in his gut and he was following it. Something bad was about to happen and he had to know what.

"Alright then. Danny kept pace with Hosea and got the same feeling. He reached out and grabbed his Cloak again for protection.

"Arthur, you flaming bastard!" Guinevere screamed as the pyromaniac continued his rampage.

"Yes? You rang?" he asked smugly, giggling as people scrambled out of the house, the scent of burning flesh filling the air.

"I'm gonna make you pay for destroying this town and betraying my trust!"

"Trust?! HA! I've been waiting for this shit for years!" the flaming devil said gesturing to the carnage around him. "All I needed was someone to get rid of every other magic user in this shit town so I could take over! Us magic users are feared across the globe, hated by those who don't have the power to stop us! The only reason they think they're so high-and-mighty now is because they managed to kill off most of us hundreds of years ago. Now that we're back, you have magic users saying 'Oh, we can't take over, there's too many of them!' or 'Ruling over them would make us no better!' Well, FUCK THAT!" he bellowed, torching Guinevere again with a click of his lighter, presumably enchanted along with the gloves. "I'm going to take over, and I'LL be the one to show them that we should be feared! We should be hated! They should regret all of the persecution and death they've caused us over generations! I've had to hide my powers for decades, but no more!"

Guinevere stopped listening after that point and kept walking forward, oversized gun in hand, weathering every fiery blast that Arthur created. He didn't seem to realize that she was fireproof, and the smoke got so bad that neither could really see the other very well. Fortunately for the huntress, she could hear his monologing for miles, so it didn't take long before she was within striking range. One terrible stroke of her shotgun knocked the man to the ground. She placed the barrel on his torso and glared down at Arthur's smiling face.

"You'll see! You all will see!"

BANG!

"Calm down kid," Hosea said calmly. His pace was just under a jog, and the town was coming into view. He could see from where they were lights flashing and he could hear the sounds of a fight. "I need you focused and ready to fight. Try not to kill anyone."

"Heh, it's hard to just incapacitate people with an insta-kill Scythe, but I can try."
He also pulled his Scythe out, ready to fight. He hopefully only got the bad guys.
"Who are we looking for?"
They got in clear view of the battle and all Danny could see was smoke. He slid to a stop and scanned the area. Then, through the smoke, he saw Asa.
"You go help Asa, I'm going to try to clear this smoke and stop the spread of the flames."

"Here, kid take this it won't kill instantly," Hosea tossed a dagger through the air towards Danny. Without waiting to see if Danny caught it, he vanished into the fray looking for the people that started the fight.

Danny caught the dagger with his other hand and tucked it into his Cloak. He could just knock people out with the wood of his Scythe. The smoke could be harnessed if he put it all into his spiritual realm, he would store it there for use later. He focused and opened up a portal with some of the smoke, and then started feeding all the rest in. He cleared up lots of it, but more kept coming from the fires burning up the buildings and greenery. Danny slowly felt himself weakening. The burning parts slowly got teleported into a pile in a clearing behind him as to not create a wildfire. When all the fire was gone, he finished harnessing the smoke and the portal collapsed on itself. Then, he collapsed in exhaustion. Danny didn't even have enough energy to put his Scythe away.

Guinevere removed her gun from the gooey giblets of what was left of Arthur Jackson Gelder and bent down to collect the now-bloodstained silk gloves and metal lighter. She tried to pocket those for later, but then she realized she didn't have pockets. Or anything, aside from chainmail and badly burnt undergarments. The smoke started to clear, and she quickly ducked into the mansion and rummaged through every set of clothes she could find. Nearly everything was too short, but there were enough sewing supplies where she could make a skirt out of some nice curtains. The beige duster jacket would have to do, but there were some shirts that did manage to fit her, coming presumably from Jameson's wardrobe.

Where'd he go, for that matter?

Hosea moved through the slowly disappearing smoke. He saw a figure and stopped. Then he slowly started moving forward, pulling the short sword he had out. "Excuse me? Are you hurt?"

Name: Nida T'ym
Age: 24
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Shipping?: yes
Appearance: https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fstatic1.fjcdn.com%2Fcomments%2FFemale%2Bdark%2Belf%2Bwizard%2B_ce9f32271f61bb0a449928275f925bc7.jpg&imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Ffunnyjunk.com%2Fchannel%2Fdungeons-n-drags%2FFantasy%2Bcharacter%2Bcreator%2FuNeyGhA%2F1831&tbnid=53CiQ8yBLYylPM&vet=12ahUKEwjkvKeb9vnjAhWGNt8KHcTSA5AQMygPegUIARDJAQ..i&docid=l-3O7tHDnz0W_M&w=839&h=900&hl=en-us&client=safari&ved=2ahUKEwjkvKeb9vnjAhWGNt8KHcTSA5AQMygPegUIARDJAQ (also wears a cloth like mask)
Personality:she tries to stay unattached from people for her safety.and she doesn’t give up she can be stubborn sometimes and she never loses without a fight.
Race: dark elf
Weapon of Choice: a glaive along with her magic
Background: she was born in the capital, she grew up extremely poor and has felt with prejudice her whole life she learned from a young age that hiding your identity was the only way to survive. She was born with a red crest on her forehead
Other:is pretty agile and skilled with her glaive
(Good?)

“Well, that’s that taken care of…” Asawin managed to squeeze out from his burnt lips. He brushed himself a little before sighing.
“We can’t risk the chance of people coming here and seeing us, it might be better if we leave now” he suggested, glancing at the burning scenery in front of him.

The smoke was still clearing, but Jameson realized very quickly that he was outmatched. Now that the man paying him to participate in his foolish endeavors was dead, he quickly sheathed his knife in his belt loop and ran from Asawin when his back was turned. He needed to get the dogs and leave.

Asawin turned around and was tempted to follow Jameson. He spread his wings and got into a running stance. In the end, however, Asa sighed and straightened himself.
“We can let him go for now I guess…” he suggested, fidgeting with one of his fallen metallic feathers.

Name: Boris Tenaviev
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Shipping?: Allowed
Appearance: He has a brown balbo beard, bald head, green eyes and a scar along his left cheek. Though he usually keeps his lower face covered under a bandana and his head with a ushanka. His body is bulky and a bit muscular with a height of 6'5. He either wear thick clothes or armor on his body.
Personality: Despite Boris relying on brute force and his weapon, he is usually calm and timid. He isn't the best at making friends and his mind isn't the brightest though he shouldn't be underestimated in head to head, one vs one fights.
Race: Human
Weapon of Choice: A medium weighted flail with blunt spike on a single metal striking head along side a light wooden curved triangular shield with a metal frame.
Background:
Boris lives in the northern part of the continent which is covered in snow. It was underdeveloped with small population.
As a result, he decided to travel downwards reaching a small city known for skilled mercenaries and had trained many techniques from the city.
A few years later, he would become a mercenary and an adventurer without a definite goal.
Other: He has little knowledge of magic which is mostly for survival. He has mastered his flail and shield techniques and also hand to hand combat though he is inexperienced with ranged weapons.

[If there is something wrong(location of cities, places) , please notify me]

Boris had seen the smoke from afar and was gradually making his way to the source carrying his bags and equipment along the way. Though not knowing, Boris was practically standing on the path that Jameson will have to go through to get to his dogs.