Solo [Bronze Woods] Stranger Danger

[Telrin]

The doe let out a cry, and her two companions let out mirror sounds and leaped away, tails flashing white. The doe leaped after them, but her leg stalled against the arrow lodged in her side and she tumbled to the earth, kicking up leaves and dirt in her wake. She pawed at the ground once, twice, three times, but every movement aggravated the shaft and ripped even farther into her vital organs. By the time Telrin was by her side, the doe was nearly dead. Telrin stroked the doe’s neck, drawing his knife. Her eyes were wide and rimmed with white, and her muscles twitched beneath his hand in fear without the strength to truly struggle. She let out a terrified lowing when he put the knife under her jaw, but it soon disappeared into the sound of blood falling onto the forest floor. Telrin washed his hands and knife in the stream before turning to the arrow. He moved it around experimentally, and he didn’t feel any splintering; it had nicked two ribs on its way in, but had not struck anything that would threaten its integrity. Gently, carefully, the boy wriggled the arrow in circles, drawing it back through the ripped flesh until it was free. He could use it again. Happy with this, Telrin washed the arrow off too and returned it to his quiver. The deer was difficult to move, but he managed to sling it over his shoulder by grasping its middle and hoisting the creature so its front legs were dangling over his back. The journey back to his camp was much less pleasant than his journey from it, and by the time he arrived he was sweaty and irritated. He would enjoy sleeping in the Broken Casket tonight. Blue Jack was gone, tent and all by the time Telrin made his way through his camp and let the deer fall by his tent. The dirt was upturned where the old man had slept, and Telrin couldn’t help but approach and kneel by the site. The disturbance was very recent; Telrin couldn’t have missed him by more than a few minutes, and there was a trail of weight-laden footprints leading west. For a brief moment the boy considered following them, but just as quickly decided against it; they’d already said their goodbyes. Telrin stood and made his way towards his tent, drawing out the horse tack that had been put there for protection. Blue Jack had his own way to go, and Telrin did, too. The deer wouldn’t stay good forever, and he had a camp to break if he wanted to reach the city before nightfall. - End -

[Orion Michaels]

Telrin +2 Observation +1 Skinning +1 Wilderness Survival +1 Cooking +1 Climbing lore : Blue Jack: Travlin' Man Skinning a Possum: Cutting from top to bottom Keeping a Fire going How to Put a Possum on a Spit Tanning using animal brains results : +1 terrible quality tanned possum skin Notes Lots happening here, let me know if you feel like I missed anything. First, your ledger needs a small adjustment. Poor living expenses are 45, and you've only taken 40. Just toss that extra 5 on there and you'll be good to go. Also, be careful overplaying your skill. You're a middling novice in both hunting and your weapon, so to happen upon a perfect spot and get a one hit kill is kinda cheesy. Try to play to your skill in future threads. Other than that, good stuff. Shoot me a PM with questions