Thread: Hunter or Hunted? (Atroxa & Effigy)

The Hunter's Guild, an organization of elite men and women that found either pleasure or great pride in eradicating monsters. Sure there were times of great peril or invasion where the Hunter's Guild would fight with the Aramoor's army, but outside of such rare times their focus was on beasts. Large and small, dangerous and merciless. Each and every member trained in how to track, how to hunt, and how to dispose of monsters. From the common over grown wild life to the horrors of anthrophic feral beast men, rest assured the Hunter's Guild could solve the problem.. For a price of course. The price of a job varied depending upon the beast and travel, but even a cheap job was no light coin purse. A small village would have to go hungry for a week to afford such services, which some gladly paid in lue of a monster leveling their livelihoods. The particular job that Varena had been sent off to do was a single Hunter mission, from what descriptions there was the beast couldn't be anything larger then a baby dragon. Though formidable baby dragons were quite easy to kill. But what a dragon could be doing so far away from the mountains put the bet on some sort of swamp creature from Ruavia. However even though the job had been tasked already, it wouldn't stop Rordan from going. Rordan had been a part of the Hunter's guild for all of his adult life. Being brought in as a child by the Guild Master himself, he was quick to learn to track, to hunt, and to fight. Sure there were older members, even ones more skilled then himself, but the man was definitely considered one of the top hunters. Who was the best among the four? Varena was the newest hunter to join the top ranks, and then there was Falkrin and Sven. Both Seniors to Rordan. Whatever the case they hadn't seen combat in months, so Varena would probably be the next in line. Maybe that was why Rordan was going as well, to prove something to himself or the guild about his rival. For the most part Rordan kept his presence a secret. Letting Varena engage the villagers and assess the situation accordingly. Where she went for the foot prints, Rordan would go to the latest carcasses of live stock. The two humans that had died were buried already. Even baby dragons would have seared or marked their prey with whatever elemental property it held, yet the rotten flesh of the live stock had nothing but gaping wounds. Giant teeth marks. Rordan had seen quite a number of monsters over the years, it would be interesting which would fit the bill. So like Varena, Rordan would follow the tracks. His bow out and in his hands with an arrow at the ready. His footsteps were light, making sure not to break twigs or branches beneath his feet. Much like Varena, Rordan had fore gone some of his armor. The usual chain mail and shoulder guards had been replaced with a lighter set of leather armor. However the man never seemed to change whatever cloth he was using to cover up his left eye. An eye patch probably was more practical but heaven forbid anyone call the man a pirate. It didn't take much longer before Rordan could see Varena. And so he quicken his pace till he was a little way behind her. Do you even know what you are dealing with? Rordan would break the silence suddenly with his voice, his eyes elsewhere on look out. The report said reptilian but i'm guessing amphibious as well. Look how the tracks run on either side of the impression on the ground. Our beast drags it's stomach. You do better to search lakes or caves. The man stated calmly.