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Thread: Hunter or Hunted? (Atroxa & Effigy)

Very good! Rordan shouted back to her, a smirk on his face to see that she was ever true to her ranking. However saying such things and actually doing them would be a different matter entirely. As Varena attacked then moved back to move in an arch, Rordan would move in the opposite direction so that the best would always have to make a choice between the two instead of having the opportunity to attack them at the same time. This time it went for Varena. Start lobbing it's heads off I will deal with cauterizing! The man shouted out, instead of reaching for an arrow his hand would go to a pouch on the back of his belt, pulling out a glass bottle the size of a large apple. The contents looked almost brown, like oil or some murky water. He would break the pattern of circling on the opposite side of Varena, sprinting and jumping over bushes or logs so that he could circle around behind Varena to get a better shot. He watched as Varena dodged and struck back at the advancing Hydra, but it was obvious that the woman was searching for her opportunity. And when one of the heads advanced to strike she would move swiftly, side stepping and forwards for the perfect opportunity. The woman bringing her sword down fast and hard to sever one of the five heads. The beast roared out in pain, quick to attack her with another but just like before she moved out of the way. Rordan take the glass bottle and throwing it right at the now open wound. It would shatter, it's contents splattering over the slowly reforming flesh. Quickly he would draw an arrow and as he did the metal rim of his quiver would glow. Runes etched along the end glowing for but a second before the arrow he pulled out was lit a flame at the end. Rordan quickly lined his arrow and pulled, shooting right at the wound. It instantly catching on fire, and anywhere that was covered in the potion he had thrown would ignite as well. And so the two worked in perfect harmony surprisingly. Both knew what needed to be done and had almost identical training. Five to four, four to three, three to two, and two heads to one. Each lobbed off, the resulting stump covered in potion, and then set a blaze to cauterize the wound shut. Finish it! Rordan shouted, pulling two arrows out from his quiver, setting them and letting them fly. One piercing the last head's eye, the other falling short of the other by a few inches. Still looked painful sticking out from the beast's cheek.
Thread: Hunter or Hunted? (Atroxa & Effigy)

Varena nodded when the man shouted at her to start cutting off the beast's head, Right! She shouted back, squaring off against the Hydra, trying to goad it into really attacking her. She stayed just in range, darting in and slashed at it's scaled hide before dancing out of the way of it's retaliation. When it would finally attack her hard enough to extend one of it's necks, the Huntress would side step the attack and dart in, slashing down onto the outstretched neck with a battle cry, severing it. Viscous black blood would spray everywhere, usually getting on Varena as she retreated to let Rordan finish the job. The Hydra grew more and more desperate, attacking more frequently, which sped up the process, but it's attacks were also more vicious and the Huntress had to be on her game to avoid it's snapping jaws. One by one, they worked together to take off the beast's heads, the woman dashing in and severing the neck before Rordan doused it in oil and lit on fire with one of his imbued arrows. The two veterans worked well together, both knowing what they were doing and possessing the confidence and knowledge to execute it. The fight for survival put their rivalry aside for the moment and allowed them to just work as a team until finally, there was only one head left. Varena didn't have to be told to strike when it was just that one head glaring at her angrily, two arrows sticking out of the side of it's face. That one yellow-green eye blaze with hate and pain before it let out a loud, rasping roar and attacked her, mouth open wide and full of razor-sharp teeth. The Huntress raised her blade and slashed down and forward, into the head coming at her, cleaving it in half before she wrenched her sword free and spun, cutting it off completely with a grunt, teeth bared in effort. The Hydra's body thrashed and writhed, Varena backing up quickly as it went through it's death throes, the woman panting and covered in black blood, wiping at her face with the back of her sleeve.
Thread: Hunter or Hunted? (Atroxa & Effigy)

Sure, Rordan was confident in his abilities with a blade. But against Varena, who knew? There was surprising speed and strength in the woman that many had spread rumors about, and even those that said she hired help off the record, the woman just didn't seem like that kind of person. She had pride to herself, pride not just for herself but for the guild she served. And seeing how she had gone in fearless and struck down the hydra like she did, Rordan was beginning to consider some of the other rumors of magic. But alas it didn't matter much. Magic or just good old practice the fact was that the two had won the day. Arrows weren't cheap, so Varena would see Rordan going around to the various heads, pulling out arrows to see which were salvageable. Cleaning what ones were passable on his pant leg before placing them back into his quiver. Thanks for the help Varena. Rordan stated after placing his bow on his back. Picking up one of the heads that was on the ground, having to really bend down and put his back into it before balancing the bloody thing on his shoulder. The thing was heavy. Sure he could carry it back to town, but to the capital? Oh no he would probably get a wagon. Rordan loved bringing back trophies. It also helped in justifying any stories of who did what when one of the two had flesh as proof. Now that the fight was over Rordan really didn't have any use of Varena. See you back in Aramoor! Rordan shouted out, a smirk on his face as he was sure Varena would have something to say about this.
Thread: Hunter or Hunted? (Atroxa & Effigy)

Varena didn't say much in response to the rumors that circulated about her whenever they came back around to her. They were baseless, no one had ever been able to find any evidence to support foul play, so until they did she just kept on doing what had been working for her so far. The only opinions that really mattered were those of the Guild Master and a few other officials within the Guild. She didn't know why she could do the things she did, but she didn't question it, it felt like a dangerous thing to do, looking a gift horse in the mouth. She at least had the chance to show Rordan that she wasn't a fluke or a fake, not that she cared about his opinion or anything. And she doubted he would do something like defend her if anyone ever spoke against the validity of her abilities, if anything he would encourage the doubt, but still. He would know. The Huntress watched him begin to gather up his arrows, but frowned at him when he thanked her, No, thank you for the help, She growled, disliking how his thanks implied that his claim here was more valid. Varena wasn't surprised at all that with the beast dead, her fellow Hunter was right back to his usual self, which meant that he was going to try and claim the kill out from under her. Well she wasn't going to give that up without a fight. She cleaned her sword off on her pant leg and sheathed it, grabbing one of the heads as well and hoisting it up over her shoulder. Damn straight you will! She shouted at Rordan's retreating back.
Thread: Hunter or Hunted? (Atroxa & Effigy)

Stubborn aren't you? Rordan would call back, carrying the excess wait of a hydra head did little to help one step softly. Predators could easily hear the two, but would they be willing to attack seeing what prey the two had upon their shoulders? In any case the two would make it back to the village. Their pay was of course back at the guild hall waiting for their confirmation, so the trip into the village was simply to show proof of their success and the acquiring of a wagon. However unfortunately for the two there was only one wagon to spare. So with a wagon filled with two hydra heads both Rordan and Varena traveled back to Aramoor together. Keeping a close eye on the other to make sure one didn't make off with both heads. And as much as Rordan would of liked to take full credit for this kill, even just his head alone would demand work of two. Besides he never lied about kills, sure he would lie to fellow hunters, or out right threaten them. But he would never disgrace a confirmed kill. That was sacred among the guild hunters. So the contract got bumped up a pay grade due tot he beast in question, both Varena and Rordan being paid their share. Of course this was where the two parted ways and happily in fact. Neither taking much liking to the other. Hey you two! Came a rather loud and over powering voice. The quartermaster of the guild was in charge of updating jobs and requests. Now that his two better hunters were back there was a certain job that had been unresolved three times in a row now. One of you needs to take care of this Adden's job. Three of our rookies have failed, two having kicked the bucket. If we don't close this up then what kind of impression will that show on our guild? The man asked, a burly bald headed man with large powerful arms and a fat beer belly to boot. He was good at intimidating people, but also just persuading.. Though give him an axe and that is a whole different story. I'm busy. Rordan replied, not even breaking his walk to listen to the quartermaster before leaving the guild hall. That just left Varena. You got to help me out doll. The man stated, almost pleaded. He was soft with Varena, but only because there weren't many women that actually joined the Hunter's Guild. More a gentlemen that creep, that really were the only two options here. Sad truth for being a woman in a man's world. The man already had the paperwork in hand, even going so far as to give Varena a pouty lip and a set of big old puppy dog eyes. Most out of character for the brute, but then again if you knew the man then it was very much in his character to implore theatrics.
Thread: Hunter or Hunted? (Atroxa & Effigy)

Varena scoffed softly as the other Hunter called her stubborn, muttering under her breath, Yeah you're one to talk... glaring at his back as she followed him back to town. The townsfolk had been pretty surprised to find that the creature that had been stalking the area was a Hydra, realizing that things could have been a lot worse. It hadn't been as large as they could get, so Varena guessed that it had still been pretty young, that or small for it's species, which might explain why it had come so far north, pushed out of the jungle by larger and more aggressive creatures. They procured a wagon, since there was only one they had to share, and headed back to Aramoor together, Varena riding her black gelding, Lonan and keeping a close eye on Rordan. She was at least relieved when he didn't try to dispute her claim to the kill when they got back to Aramoor, it seemed that if you could at least get in on the action he respected your efforts. And while Varena wouldn't admit it, she was lucky he had turned up, she wouldn't have been able to kill that Hydra by herself, but then again neither would he. So she got paid, planning on going and buying some wine and retiring to the small flat she rented here in the city, relax a bit. She rarely got the chance to just sit in a familiar place and relax, and a hot bath sounded wonderful. She never got over how amazing a heated bath was, having grown up on a farm, their idea of a bath was having cold water dumped on you a couple times while you scrubbed your hair, hands, feet, and face. So when some one started shouting at her before she could even get away from Rordan, she let out a soft groan, turning to frown at the Quartermaster, her hands on her hips. She watched the burly man hurry over, saying that one of them needed to take a job that had already done in three rookies. Varena frowned, thinking that didn't sound appealing at all and opened her mouth to decline the contract when Rordan beat her to it. She cut him a glare, thinking how it was annoying that he muscled in on her contract because she was there and now wasn't interested in this one. The woman sighed and looked back to the Quartermaster, glaring at him too when he pleaded for her help. How many times do I have to tell you not to call me 'doll'? She growled at him, Not a very good way to try and get my help. You really want to get my interest, tell me how much it's paying and what I'm going after, better be a good amount of gold if it's killed two rookies, She told him, crossing her arms and waiting for him to give some detail.
Thread: Hunter or Hunted? (Atroxa & Effigy)

It wasn't about friendship! It was about the guild! If the quartermaster didn't fill requests then Hunters would be left to their own devices till they ran out of gold! That was the worst thing in the world, all active Hunters taking a break with their reward money. Not showing up for months at a time till they were broke. It used to happen quite often, but not now that Haymin was the Quartermaster. You're the best doll. The pay isn't as glorious as you may be used too but for this particular job the guild won't claim it's usually processing fee. We need this one taken care of. Thank you for volunteering! Haymin stated loudly and proudly. Trying to force the matter he would write Varena's name into the guild ledger buy stamping and signing his approval to the request form. It's an open contract for extermination of two to four creatures. Humanoid type, most likely Trolls by the information give by the client and our surviving rookie. Our client is taking residence at the inn of Bleakwood. Fun name huh? Haymin asked Varena, but before she had time to respond the man had turned his attention to two guild members that were starting to fight one another over some argument. Hey you no good wet behind the ears nancies! Save it for the monsters! Haymin's tone went right back to that husky intimidating brute once more, soon leaving his area to go pull the two apart. Varena had her contract, albeit almost forced in her hands... all she did was ask how much it paid, Haymin could be pushy at just the slightest interest shown. So with contract in hand Varena was expected to head out to Bleakwood. The town was greatly bigger and vastly richer then the previous village that she had fought the hydra for. Multiple inns strung out through out the buildings. Varena's contract said to meet the client at the Iron Boot inn. And just when she came into town she would see an inn with a caste iron boot hanging above it's doors. It was just turning to sunset so people were beginning to visit the inns and their taverns as they got off of work or finished up dinner with the family. Varena's contract said her client would be seated at the back table of the inn, with the emblem of a lion centered on a brown shield would be worn on a tabard. That meant her client represented house Adden, one of the five upper houses that ruled the kingdom. Under the King's will of course.
Thread: Hunter or Hunted? (Atroxa & Effigy)

Varena scowled at the Quartermaster when he called her 'doll' again, fighting the urge to just punch him in his fat face, but she didn't and instead just stood frowning as he wrote her name down without the Huntress actually agreeing to go. Before she knew it, she had the contract being shoved into her hands and Haymin was rushing off to break up some fight between a couple of rookies, leaving the woman glaring after him. Jack ass, she muttered before sighing and walking off. She'd stay in Aramoor for the night to rest and let Lornan rest too, but head out in the morning to Bleakwood, which sounded like a rather fun place. She was going to have to learn to just avoid Haymin from now on. She left in the morning, and was somewhat surprised when she reached Bleakwood, finding it didn't look as bland or depressing as the name implied. She went to the inn she was supposed to meet the client at, put Lornan in the stables and got a room before walking towards the back of the inn and spotting the representative of House Adden sitting at a table. He was a handsome creature if nothing else, but Varena was in too ill a mood to care. All she'd wanted was to hole herself up in her flat for a few nights, drink wine, sleep in her own bed, and be absolutely lazy. Instead she got bullied into another contract. Ulrich Brahms? She asked as she sat down, her dark brown hair down and loose about her face and shoulders. This town was a little further north, so she was wearing all of her leather armor now, a cloak about her shoulders with the emblem of the Hunter's Guild on the back, a snarling wolf's head with an axe and a sword crossed over it. Varena Duncan from the Hunter's Guild, She extended her hand to shake his in greeting, I've been sent to take care of this contract.
Thread: Hunter or Hunted? (Atroxa & Effigy)

Dum deh, dah deh-deh-deh. Dum deh, dah deh-deh-deh. Ulrich was humming to himself at his table. The only light was that of candles that were centered on his table. The man was smiling as he hummed, reading over a few papers that he held in his hands. He seemed perfectly content sitting by himself, his goblet of wine sitting on the table. When he heard his name called however the man stopped humming, an eyebrow raised as he looked up to find a woman. I could be if you would join me at my table. The man said with a smile, Varena already doing so which only turned that smile into a smirk. The papers in his hands he placed down besides his wine, looking to the woman now who seemed like she was decked out for combat. Ulrich was taken back though when she said she was from the Hunter's Guild. Women didn't exactly join or make it through the Hunter's Guild. Now this was definitely something new. Well it is my pleasure then to meet you Varena Duncan of the Hunter's Guild. Ulrich bowed his head , showing a more refined behavior that usually only stayed within the capital. I am Ulrich Brahms. Do you like Bleakwood? Ulrich would suddenly ask, taking the time to gaze into Varena's eyes as he sat there. House Addens governs these lands and a most unfortunate trouble has befallen it's people. Multiple accounts of trolls have been brought to our attention. Such matters could be dealt with by knights, but why petition and go through the flax of dragging hot headed noble's sons here when such awe inspiring and breath taking Hunters such as yourself would come for top coin? Ulrish asked, obviously fishing a compliment out from the situation at hand. My spies have found a cave in the woods. Bones of live stalk and even human has been seen outside the cave. A good hours journey in the woods but you can't get lost, there is a river that runs through town that will take you right to the cave. Ulrich finished, raising his goblet to Varena before taking a slow sip. But might I be able to convince you to share a few drinks with me? It isn't everyday such a marvel as yourself comes walking in asking for me. The man added with a smirk, Varena was definitely unique to say the least.
Thread: Hunter or Hunted? (Atroxa & Effigy)

This was definitely one of the more interesting fights that Varena had ever been in. Six foes seven if you counted the one she'd disabled at the beginning, one of which was an ogre. She had fought trolls before, many times, and she'd fought ogres before a few times. Hell, she had gotten herself noticed by defeating an ogre when she was just a teenager, though on the cusp of adulthood. And she'd done that by herself. Truth be told though, that had mostly been luck, she should have been killed by that monsters, but she had killed it instead when it had attacked her grandfather's farm and when the Hunter from the guild had finally shown up, he'd been impressed by Varena's raw talent. Offering her an apprenticeship, she had left home to go with Alistair and train to become a Hunter, and had been in the Guild ever since, becoming one of the most successful Hunters alive. By the time she was down to one troll and the ogre though, she was fatigued. She hadn't had the chance to fully recover from her last contract and now she was out here, fighting hard to beat odds, and she hadn't been prepared for it at all. The Huntress pushed herself though, there was no way she was going to be beaten, not by a gang of trolls and an ogre. What an inglorious ending that would be! Thankfully the last Troll seemed to decide that he didn't want to end at her sword either and turned tail to run, she let him. One Troll wasn't a threat to much of anyone, he'd beat it for the mountains, the Ogre though, he was trouble. Varena tried to keep a good distance from the brute, close enough to strike, but far enough away that she would be able to avoid attacks of his as well. So she side stepped easily as the Ogre bought a huge tree trunk it was using as a club down on the ground where she had been standing and dashed in, slashing at it's stomach. Her fatigue dragged her down though, and she wasn't quick enough about getting back out. That gave the Ogre the opportunity to grab her in one of it's large hands and lift her, dropping it's make shift weapon to wrap both arms around Varena, crushing her against his chest. The woman struggled, trying to push herself up and out of his grasp, but he was too strong, and she felt a shooting pain up her back, making her scream. Then it was letting her go, the Huntress falling to the ground and simply laying there, dazed and in pain. She didn't start to snap out of it until there was a voice speaking to her, and not really comprehending what was being said so much as she realized that whoever it was was not a Troll. Hands grabbed her, helping her up, Varena struggled to stand and groaned as she did so, her head spinning. She didn't realize that it was Ulrich until he got her arm over his shoulder and his own arm around her waist, helping her stand and walk. She didn't say anything to him though, she was concentrating on not throwing up or passing out, or both. They limped back to town slowly, Varena so exhausted that she passed out as soon as she was set back down, the Huntress a bloody and dirty mess.
Thread: Hunter or Hunted? (Atroxa & Effigy)

Ahhh... Roses. Truly a magnificent scent. It brought Ulrich back to an older time, one surprisingly forgotten by people these days. A town completely surrounded by roses in full bloom. The people there were so happy, living their own lives, helping one another. No one expected anything to happen, there had been little to no gold among the villagers. So why would raiders come? For wooden farming tools? Every year at the blossom of roses a festival would occur and Ulrich found himself walking the streets again. At least until a hand decided to make it's way up and across his face. His eyes had opened just as widely as Varena's had as he sat there. The force of her slap so powerful that the man's head had actually turned to the side... Which was saying a lot since no human could normally possess such strength. However what Ulrich was more interested in was the fact that Varena had resorted to violence at all due to the situation. How dare she after he mended her body, after he so painstakingly cleaned her. He didn't have to use the rose fragrance but he did out of the generosity of his heart! Nothing of what he did was selfish at all! It couldn't have been. The thought of course made Ulrich smirk before he turned his head to look at the startled woman. I was bathing you if you must know. Ulrich stated plainly, though it seemed to not matter to Varena who had demanded a towel. The man getting up, nodding his head slightly before leaving the bathroom. Coming back with the towel over his arm. I do not understand why you hide yourself in shame. Believe me Varena you have a very sensual and appealing body. Ulrich stated with a smirk, even winking at her as he came near. Just close enough for her to grab the towel without trying to make a second pass at his face. Even for him those slaps really stung! She could probably dislodge a human's jaw with that move.