Penn is alone as she travels through the wildlands, training herself to survive and hunt better
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While Sylira is by far the most civilized region of Mizahar, countless surprises and encounters await the traveler in its rural wilderness. Called the Wildlands, Syliran's wilderness is comprised of gradual rolling hills in the south that become deep wilderness in the north. Ruins abound throughout the wildlands, and only the well-marked roads are safe.
Penn watched intently as Maedoc ended the Yukman's pitiful existence, then she started prowling around the area keeping her eyes open for any other threats... Listening out for anything that sounded remotely suspicious... She wouldn't die today, and she wouldn't let anyone else!
As she decided that anything dangerous must have left, she heard Maedoc ask where the others were, she stalked over to him, shaking her large head slightly to show that the others had fled... Then she looked up at him, before walking back to where she had left her clothes.
Her body dissolved into light, then formed back into her naked human form, before pulling her clothes back on and glancing around. Then she tentatively poked a few bruises on her arm, hissing slightly through clenched teeth!
She walked back over to Maedoc then smiled slightly...
"How bad are you hurt?" She asked holding her hand out to him...
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Maedoc’s injuries were catching up to him as the adrenaline of the fight wore off. His knee was sore and his ankle in pain. He took a long drag from his pipe and used the now inconveniently bulky hammer to hoist himself across the Caern. “I’ll survive. You seem in better shape than I…” He casually approached the nearest dead Yukman and nudged it with his foot.
The thing did not respond. It’s maw lay open and unbreathing, defeated. Maedoc stared down at the thing, a bit of sudden viciousness in a world of common cruelty. But there would be more. It would return to the soil of this place and eventually another would grow and erupt from the soil. The chaos around them was governed by an all encompassing sort of order that was just out of sight. It was just beyond comprehension. Leave it there, Maedoc thought, it was a thing for gods.
He bent and wrapped his fingers around the Yukman’s jaw. With a swift move he stole from the corpse it’s jagged canines. He pocketed the trophy and eyed Penn. “To remember our new friends by.” His face split in a crooked, dark grin. He no longer cared for setting up his tent or unfurling his bedroll. Maedoc simply walked to the edge of the Caern and sat in the grass, back against the stone.
He contemplated the vast darkness from atop the hill and watched the smoke dance from his lips as he drew from his pipe.
You had a couple punctuaction misplacements, but other then that you did a solid job. Try going into more detail with things to bring out a more vivid picture.
PC Name: Maedoc
Experience
Skill
XP Earned
Socialization
+1
War Hammer
+1
Intimidation
+1
Unarmed Combat
+2
Tactics
+1
Lores
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Lore Earned
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Location: The Caern
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Penn Is Kelvic
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Yukman (Basic)
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Ambushed By Yukman
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Fighting In The Dark
Notes :
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This thread was definitely interesting to read, I hope to see more action from these two again sometime. Good work!