by Inoadar on November 3rd, 2013, 6:49 pm
Inoadar had been making more use of his sighting lens in his treks into the wild these days. It was not much help where the trees were thick in all directions. But he knew that a predator would stay concealed in the treeline to gauge its approach first. With the magnification, Inoadar had a good chance to spot it soon enough to gauge his own actions, as he was currently in a good sized clearing. The trick was to receive that early warning. That was where his horse, Handy, came in. It was a Zavian he had purchased from the Lakeside Stables near the Southern Trading Post, where people caught the ferry to Ravok.
It did not escape him that Handy was even now giving indication of some hidden threat. Inoadar grimaced in anticipation of wolves. He was beginning to wonder of they had some sort of Kelvic leading them, setting a spy to give advance word that "Inoadar is leaving Ravok..." and to "...prepare an ambush." It seemed like he had to fend off a wolf pack every petching time he went into the wild. He had thought they were perhaps more prevalent along the Northwest side of the lake, because that was the direction he had mostly gone. In fact he had gone that way all the way around to the Kelvic Research Institute once.
What had occurred there gave him reason to make his only semi-serious speculation that Kelvics may "have it in for him." But, in truth, he'd never heard any suggestion that a Kelvic could lead non-Kelvic members of their own species in the wild. 'But you never know...' At any rate, he had elected to go around the South end this time.
He had gathered some vines as he'd passed through the woods behind him. Some that matched the description of Englehorn Vine. This was a colorful brown and green vine with bright red flowers, that, when still fresh, was quite flexible and was often used as a party decoration. When burned, however, it was a devastating respiratory agent, causing heavy choking, weakness and coughing blood almost instantly. Of course, it needed to be dried first. And to be profitable, a poisoner like himself would need to establish exactly which part of the vine held the largest concentration of the active element.
For now, he was simply retying his bundles to attach to his saddle. He hadn't needed to come into this clearing to do this, but it was much easier to lay a vine out lengthwise for better looping when it wasn't catching on undergrowth every two feet. Handy's uneasiness brought another delay as he stopped and looked around, first with his bare eyes and then starting over with the sighting lens.
Handy's behavior was peculiar. He seemed to be shying in two directions at the same time. 'That could be wolves circling.' He thought with disgust, 'typical flanking attempt.' But usually Handy picked up on wolves before they separated into flanking groups. This seemed different. He scanned the distant treeline again. 'Was that movement?'
Handy was not exactly displaying any real fear. For the most part, he was just grazing. But he kept lifting his head in a disconcerting fashion, as if something was approaching very slowly. But it was the other direction that had revealed movement. And it did so again now. 'What the petch...are those men?'
He focused on a group of humanoids just breaking free of the treeline to his right about halfway around the circumference of the clearing. There were a dozen or more of them, but what struck him was that there was something...wrong...about them. He was just starting to get a clear enough image to see what they were when several things happened.
Handy suddenly neighed in alarm, but not at the approaching humanoids. He shied right into Inoadar, apparently in reaction to something approaching from the other side. The impact knocked Inoadar off his feet and he dropped his sighting lens. He spun on his knees to look at what had alarmed Handy and saw some other human...oid...sort of...thing drop into the grass as Inoadar patted around blindly for his sighting lens.
He found it a few seconds later and rose quickly, scanning the direction Handy had shied from, but saw nothing. He turned back toward the pack of human...ish...things and did not need the lens. The sounds they were suddenly braying were confirmation enough. Inoadar had never seen them before, but had heard of the hairless, brutish, feral, dirt blooded freaks before and the name they'd gained from their call...Yukmen...
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Inoadar on November 4th, 2013, 8:18 am, edited 1 time in total.
I would prefer you called me "Nolan Parnell"...In fact, I insist.