Shadows Hunt (IC)

[Grimsage Matt]

You wake, cold, the morning dew dripping off you in a field in southern Greece. As luck would have it, you have gone unseen again as you slept fitfully, at some primal level fearing discovery.

You are headed to the coast, with only your waterskin, your winter blanket and your hunting charm in your pack. You must pass through the last strongholds of the Vladian vampire, and make your way to the burning lands of Africa.

[Cho'steh]

Nagok shakes the cobwebs from his mind, peering around the small hollow he slept in last night. Sighing, he stood and stretched, popping his bones and tendons, luxuriating in the small cracks. Continuing until his entire body was loosened, he gathered up his blanket, tying it around his neck with a small metal brooch. Green with rusty patina, it was shaped by a crude hand, many teeth within a large mouth; it was worn smooth in spots, either from handling or from use, impossible to tell.

Nagok grunted and picked up his waterskin, taking a small mouthful before setting off. Moving quietly, he set off on the journey. He would need to hunt before long.


Moving at half Overland speed(1.5 mph) until I find food.
Check for hunting: [roll0]
Check to find my way: [roll1]

[Grimsage Matt]

For three hours you move at a comfortable lope, the tall grains waving in the light wind around you. The sky is clear, and the air is warm, much warmer then your mountainous home in what used to Southern Hungary. There was an orchard, and you picked several apples, almost ripe, but still edible, from the tree.

It is at noon however, when the heat is at it's greatest, that you find what will serve as your greatest serving of protein for the foreseeable future. A young pig, seemingly broken out of a pen from a near by farm.

[Cho'steh]

Nagok doesn't hesitate, leaping towards the pig and bringing both his hands to bears, their nails deceptively sharp.


Attack rolls:
[roll0]
[roll1]

Damage Rolls:
[roll2]
[roll3]