Welcome to Avaleur, a medieval fantasy roleplay site where anything is a possibility. Face bandits, or knights. Work your way up to become part of Avaleur's castle, or try your luck at being a thief. Own a shop, be a guild master, start a family. The possibilities are endless.
Roland left the town and ventured into the meadow. It looked like a great place to hunt. Hunting was an extremely popular activity back in Tetra. He had brushed up on the rules and regulations in Avaleur and now he couldn't wait to hunt some game.
'First things first. Know your terrain.' he thought to himself through all the procedures.
Steele (werewolf form) prowled on all fours in the tall grass tracking the scent of a large creature, his ears perked up when he heard footsteps in the distance. Steele was an expert at hunting, since he'd been doing it all of his life. His tail swished as he continued to prowl.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
He was being stalked! 'Hmmm quite, still..... wolf maybe, or large cat' he thought what to do. 'if it pounces let it land on my extended spear.... if charges, be ready to deflect then fight'
Roland took a deep breath to relax and then he focused.
Steele stopped when he no longer heard the footsteps. What in thee world? He thought, Steele didn't want the catch getting away so he quickly lept out from the grass to tackle whatever it was.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
A large wolf jumped out of the grass near to him on his left side, he was able to swing the butt of his spear in time to knock the beast in the head, but not to avoid damage. His blow only swayed Steele of his course slightly, his claws scrapped his left arm upper arm plate and the power behind it dislocated Roland's shoulder.
He spun the spear with his right hand so the sharp point was facing Steele.
Steele landed on all fours and realized he had a spear pointed right at him. "Have ye lost yer nit!? I could have killed ye!" He says standing up. "What are ye doin' out here in thee huntin' grounds ye nutlass? Din't ye know ye...firget it!" Steele says quickly taking out a knife from his pants pocket and throwing it at a buck running by. It gets hit with the kife in the ribs and begins to stagger off. "Anyways, hinny are ye okay?" He says turning back around.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
"Not with that crack on thee arm bonny lad." Steele says noticing the gash in the armor and how limp his arm was. "Yer a human, what dee ye even need ti hunt fir?" Steele says in a mix of guilt and stubborness.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Steele was wide eyed but then shook his head and said, "Okay thin." He walked up to Roland and placed his pawed hand on the on his shoulder and his other hand grabbed Rolands elbow. "Alreet ton' three. One.." Steele quickly shoves Rolands shoulder upwards back into its socket causing a very loud crack sound."
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
"Aye din't mention it. Should've hit thee buzzard in thee gizzard, that would've save me thee next five minutes of me' life. Say, ye jus' hunt fir sport? Whenever ye feel like it?" Steele asks puzzled.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
"Of couse I mind. If I lose one tis' comin' out of yer coin sack." He jokes. "Si laddy twat' brings ye ti Avaleur?" He says walking towards the direction of the deer.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
"Well. I thought I was going to be fighting for my kingdom of Tetra, but my parents had something else in mind sonthey shipped me out here." Roland explained. " don't get me wrong info like it here I just wanted so bad to be a knight."
They approach the deer carcass to find that a lion cub has already started to enjoy the leg as it's lunch.
"Hmmm that's interesting." Roland says, he walks over to the cub, it's frightened and hides behind the bodies of two larger lions. "Poachers!" Roland was ferrous, "How could they do this?!"
Steele smirked. This was just like the time Namari met Peter the gecko. He sniffed the air. "Aye nay decomposition, tis' is a fresh kill. Nd' from thee smell of things whoever did it is still aroond' here."
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Roland looked around for the hunters that may have done it. "I have to try and protect that cub." he slowly walks over bending down an offering some of his meat from his lunch sack to te cub."Will you watch my back?" he asks Steele.