Big, Hairy, and not exactly friendly (Open)

[Massacre]

Massacre circled back around, pulling back the string on his bow once more as he took aim. The Jamoura was hanging onto the trunk with its feet and one arm as it turned its torso to face the flying Zith. It looked like it was about to jump, and that would be a bad thing. There was no telling how far the creature could jump, and Massacre wasn't about to find out. He let his arrow fly and didn't even bother to watch where it went as he turned and fled. The arrow zipped past Jorn missing him, and the Jamoura leaped at the fleeing Zith grabbing him by the leg. Massacre let out a surprised cry and struggled briefly to keep himself aloft, but the weight of the Jamoura was too much, and soon enough both crashed into the ground. Jorn let go of Massacre's leg as they both skidded across the forest floor and both quickly jumped to their feet as soon as they stopped moving. Massacre was faster than the large ape, who was feeling the sedative effects of the first arrow, but Jorn wasn't long behind the Zith in rising. Massacre had no intention of getting into the brawl with the large Jamoura. Instead of fighting he turned and ran, followed by an agry growl and the thunder of Jorn's heavy steps behind him. The Zith drew another arrow, nocking it and making ready to fire, but he continued to run. He needed to get far enough ahead that he could turn and shoot without being barreled into, but he didn't know if he could outrun a Jamoura or not. Taking to the air was too dangers, he might just be grabbed again, so Massacre pumped his legs as quickly as he could. Jorn thundered after the Zith and it was all Massacre could do to keep ahead. He was going to have to risk it. Massacre waited until he reached the other side of one of the Spire's large trees then stopped, spun around, and let fire his bow without even aiming. He got lucky. Jorn ran right around the tree after Massacre and took an arrow right in the shoulder. The Jamoura let out a wail of rage and pain, stopping long enough for Massacre to turn back around and keep running. As soon as he put enough distance between himself and the ape Massacre took to the skies again. He headed back for the branch he had previously perched on, a new plan already forming in his head.

[Shadowfang]

The bear was already charging before Shadowfang had the time to thrust his spear forward. He dove to the side to try and avoid the hulking beast and scrambled back to his feet so he could face it again. He readied himself and lunged forward once again. Just as he thrust his spear forward, the bear swiped at him. He bear's paw hit the spear shaft, knocking the spear out of Shadowfang's hands. He abandoned the weapon, turned, and took off at a dead sprint.

As he ran, he began rummaging around in his pack for something, anything he could use against the angry thing. It was getting slower, sluggish, tired from the drug coursing through its veins, but it was still dangerous. He grabbed a hold of what he was searching for, and drew the sleep egg from his pack. This next stunt would be dangerous, but he could think of no other approach while the bear was chasing him. 

He slammed his foot into the ground in front of him, bringing himself to an abrupt halt. He pivoted so that he faced the bear that was now rapidly gaining. He held his breath, threw the sleep egg down on the ground between him and the bear, and dove to the side. The egg shattered, spreading its slumber-inducing fumes. The bear swung around in the gas and it's paw slammed into Shadowfang's leg. He was knocked to the ground in the middle of his dive and the air was knocked out of him as he hit the ground. He instinctively sucked in air, but quickly clasped his hands over his mouth and nose. He couldn't breathe yet, the gas was still lingering in the air around him. 

But where was the bear? Had it breathed enough of the noxious fumes to knock it out? Shadowfang scrambled to his feet and ran out of the gas. He would check after he caught his breath. That or the bear would just charge him again. He turned to look into the gas and breathed deeply. There, stumbling around as the gas cleared, was the bear. It was slow, off balance, and did not seem like it would be moving to fast anytime soon. Soon it collapsed and moved no more. Shadowfang sighed and bent over, supporting himself on his knees. He noticed a red liquid matting the fur on his leg and dripping onto the ground. The bear must have cut him when its paw his him. Funny, he did not feel it when it happened. It did not look like it would be too bad, he would probably just need to bandage it up and he could go on his way. 

But for now, there was a jamouran still on the loose and Shadowfang did not know where it was. He ran to grab his spear, feeling sluggish from what little gas he breathed and took to the air, looking around to see if Massacre needed help.

[Massacre]

It wouldn't be hard for Shadowfang to locate Massacre and the Jamoura, the massive beast was screaming up a storm as it raged after Massacre. Even in all its fury, though, Massacre could tell it was beginning to slow. It took a lot of the poison to fell the beast quickly, but over time the effects would still do the trick. He just needed to keep running, and keep adding more to the pool. Massacre was in the air, the Jamoura running along the ground behind him. He really hoped the creature couldn't jump high, because he was purposely keeping low to the ground so that it wouldn't give up the chase. He was trying to wear it out, waiting for it to slow down so he could land and get off a shot. Until then, he just had to keep moving. Jorn could feel his body slowing, he could feel his rage subsiding. Though he had been turned feral from the mists, he still had his basic survival instincts, and they were telling him that he was losing the fight. This made him angry, but it also made him more cautious. The Jamoura slowed, realizing he couldn't catch the Zith by running along the ground. It still needed to die, but the ape thought of a better way. Grabbing a rock, the huge ape hurled it at the Zith. Massacre saw it coming and his eyes widened as he dove to the ground to avoid it. It was exactly what the ape wanted, and Jorn ran right for him. Massacre let out a cry and fired off his bow once more, hitting the same shoulder he had the time before. This only pissed Jorn off even more, and the Jamoura grabbed Massacre by the leg and hurled him at a nearby tree. Massacre smashed into the trunk and crumpled to the ground. There were three arrows in the beast, and it was surely feeling it's effects, but Jorn still approached Massacre, having every intent to finish him off. OOCSo sorry for taking so long on this. Life caught up with me for a while, and then I got swamped with stuff in Ravok, and basically I just forgot about Massacre for a while.

[Shadowfang]

Shadowfang saw it all, from the flying rock, to his hunting partner being slammed into the tree. His body cringed, almost like he could feel the pain that Massacre surely felt. He did not have time to linger on the thought, however. Massacre was in trouble, and Jorn was drawing ever closer, determined to kill the fallen Zith. Already hazy from what little of the sleep gas he had inhaled, he did the only thing he thought to do. He picked up a sizable rock and flung it at the hulking Jamouran, screaming something unintelligable in Zithanese. The stone flew in an arc, hit Jorn right in the side of the face, and bounced off, coming to a rest in the grass. All the high pitched screeching was enough to annoy Jorn, but the rock was enough to anger him. He turned and looked at his new assailant, obviously miffed. For a moment, Jorn could not decide which target he should kill first, the one that was easiest to reach, or the one that was hurting him. Another thrown rock answered his question when it bounced off of his chest. The Jamouran roared and lumbered towards his new assailant. 

Shadowfang backpedaled, nearly tripping over his spear in the process. He bent down and grabbed the long weapon just in time to lift it in front of his face in hopes to block the giant fist that Jorn was sending down towards his head. The fist connected with the spear's shaft. Wood splintered, and the spear snapped in half. Shadowfang felt shards if wood glance across his chest as he stepped back, barely avoiding the fist that slammed into the ground in front of him. In a few brief moments, Shadowfang and Jorn were repeating the tense, deadly chase that Massacre had been a part of only moments before with Shadowfang sprinting away from the tiring Jamouran, holding half of a spear in his hand. 

Shadowfang was slightly faster than Massacre, but Jorn's long strides were able slowly but surely close the distance between them. This chase needed to end soon, or else both Zith would be turned into bloody, broken corpses. He vaulted over a fallen log, placing his hand firmly on the trunk and letting his momentum lift him over it and slammed a foot into the ground. He stopped, pivoted, and blindly thrust the half-spear forward, willing it to pierce the Jamouran's flesh. He felt the spear dig into Jorn's flesh and snap off. He had done it. He had won. Or so he thought. Jorn now had the required four Stingers in him, their drug coursing through his veins. But his anger and adrenaline, sheer and powerful, drove him on for a few more seconds. He grabbed Shadowfang by the arm and threw him. 

To Shadowfang, it almost felt like his arm was being ripped out of its socket. He was lifted from the ground and tossed into the air with no control over his flight. He hit the ground hard, cried out in pain, and rolled to a stop. His left wing hurt like shyke and his hip and ribs her sore, but he thought he might be fine. Maybe he would have to go easy on the flying for a while though. He looked at Jorn angrily. The Jamouran was trudging towards the fallen Zith, enraged and eager to kill, but the required amount of spears had been used. Massive amounts if the drug were coursing through Jorn's veins, making his footsteps slow and wobbly and his eyes droopy. Finally Jorn fell, grunting and growling at Shadowfang, and eventually closed his eyes. His breathing changed to the deep, slow, steady breaths of one who was asleep. The hunt was over.

As quickly as he could, Shadowfang rooted through his bag for a Punch Signal, activated one that he found, and rushed over to the older Zith who was still lying in the ground, limping as he ran. He called out to Massacre using his Zith name, dropping to his knees next to the fallen hunter. "Are you alright?" He gently prodded at Massacre's arms and chest. It was a technique that Kali had once used on him to check to see if any of his bones were broken. If Massacre shouted in pain when he poked a certain spot, he would know that something had been broken.

[Massacre]

Massacre was more stunned than anything else, truth be told. He would likely have some bruises the following morning, but he hadn't been hurt as bad as it looked. Massacre was a tough Zith and had been through a lot, he'd seen his fair share of broken bones, but Jorn was weaker than usual. If the Jamoura had been at full strength, things might have been different, but as it was, Massacre survived the slam. When the other Zith started poking him Massacre did grunt in pain, though not because his bones were broken. Shadowfang managed to poke him right where the bruises were forming, and it was more a grunt of annoyance than anything else. Slowly Massacre rose to his feet, tenderly stretching out his wings behind them to make sure they hadn't been damaged. A quick self assessment told him he was going to be horribly stiff and sore for the next several days, but his cuts and bruises would heal, and he would survive. Massacre was fine with that.. it was better than when he'd fought the bear all those years ago. It was hard to imagine how strong he had once been. Massacre was getting old, he was past middle aged for a Zith, and though he was still strong it was harder to recover from the same things he would have merely shrugged off as a youth. When more Zith arrived, responding to the punch signal, Massacre watched as they wrapped the Jamoura and bear both in nets and flew them away. It took several Zith to carry each of them, but eventually they did get airborne, and then it was just Massacre and Shadowfang once more. "..maybe we should have asked them to fly us back," Massacre muttered as he spread his wings, stretching before taking to the sky. "This reward better be worth it." OOCSo.. I would totally have given Massacre some broken bones or something, but he's in a quest 2 days after this one so it would have made much sense. I guess I'll just have to settle for an extremely pained flight home. If you don't want to post anything else, feel free to submit the thread for xp.

[Cinna]

And the forest reveals.... Zith seem to get a lot more injuries than anyone else, I wonder why that is lol great job guys, and reap the rewards of your capture Massacre : Skills: Weapon: Shortbow +3 Running +3 Stealth +2 Hunting +2 Lores: Hunting With Fellow Brethren Facing A Hairy Problem Armed Combat: Using the bow in aerial combat A Close Call With A Jamoura Dropped Like A Rock Capturing the Beast Injuries: -Severe bruising on right leg, recovery time 2 weeks -Minor cuts from foliage and stone, recovery time 1 week -Severe brusing on ribs and back, recovery time 2 weeks Shadowfang : Skills: Weapon: Spear +3 Running +3 Hunting +2 Stealth +2 Lores: Hunting With Fellow Brethren Armed Combat: Using the spear in close combat Tangling With A Bear and Coming Out On Top Capturing the Beast Injuries: -Small gash on left leg, expected recovery time 1 week -Minor sluggish reactions from the sleep gas, expected recovery one hour -Sprained Shoulder and left wing, revocery time 2 weeks -Minor Brusing on ribs and hip, recovery day 1 week As for your reward, you both receive 35gm for your capture (bear= 10gm, Jorn= 25gm). Enjoy your money! If you have any questions or concerns about my grading then don't hesitate to ask!