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enough to break the ice - Deimos - 07-14-2026
Ursur hunting was nothing new; it seemed almost like a weekly chore once the new year came around. Usually it was associated with trackers finding more and more impeding and threatening their hunts, today it came with the caveat and necessity for impending snowman guards. And, perhaps, the opportunity to get some rust off and let age-old friends share in destruction again, for old’s times sake.
[say]“Heard there was one just around this bend,”[/say] he pointed towards the terrain clustered with rocks, a noteworthy place for predators and prey, the former for ambushes and the latter for protection. Dragging the sled behind him, as eventually they would need to bring the carcass home, he glanced around at the gathered, a mild smile tucked into the corner of his mouth. [say]“Figure if we use our shifts initially, we do not have to draw it out,”[/say] at least, for himself, Ronin, and Remi – capable of flying overhead and immediately assaulting. Colt was going to be another factor, so he directed his attention upon her. [say]“Do you want to catch a ride with any of us?”[/say] She’d have enough cover to bombard with arrows, and hopefully not lassoing. [say]“Unless there are other suggestions,”[/say] as he waited a beat, because while he’d done this a number of times, others hadn’t, and he had no issue taking their regards into formation and plotting.
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[say]This is a RQ/PQ to kill an ursur and will be using stats/rolling. Please post anything you’re bringing, any addition to the plan, and start heading out to find the ursur!
Deimos is bringing everything listed on his profile, except his companions. He’s also got a sled with some rope and tools on it.
For ursur reference:
Challenge Rating: Moderate
HP: 1,406 | To Hit: +40 | Dmg: 55
Hostility: Extremely aggressive
Movement: Walk 40 ft.; Swim 20 ft.
1. Deimos
2. Remi
3. Ronin
4. Colt[/say]
RE: enough to break the ice - Ronin - 07-14-2026
[say]"No no, hang on,"[/say] Ronin is saying as he jogs a bit to catch up with Deimos, his smile audible behind the scarf wrapped around his nose and mouth. [say]"I understand the ursur hunting completely, but I feel like we moved on from the snowman guards way too quick. Tell me again what they do."[/say] Grinning properly now, he ruffles a bit of snow from his hair with a gloved hand and glances over his shoulder at Remi to see if he also has any thoughts about this, before SIGH listening to the plan in earnest.
[say]"That sounds fine with me, though if you want someone to draw it more out into the open, I can always tempt it out as a luxere."[/say] He might have made a filthy joke about how tempting some people find his ass, but given present company and the fact that it isn't even lunchtime yet, Ronin opts to leave that to the imagination. [say]"If Colt wants to hitch a ride with me that way she's welcome to as well, though I'd recommend perhaps staying with Remi as the safe bet."[/say] He grins.
Ronin is here and with everything on his profile except Sugar. He agrees with shifting but also offers to be bait as a luxere if they want.
RE: enough to break the ice - Remi - 07-14-2026
As Ronin glances back at him, Remi closes his fingers abruptly around the snowball he’s been shaping, tucking both hands behind his back with all the innocence of someone who absolutely hasn’t been waiting for the perfect opportunity to throw it at his husband’s head. His eyes narrow toward the distant rocks instead, expression settling into exaggerated concentration as though he’s spotted some minute disturbance across the tundra that requires his full attention. Only once Ronin turns back to Deimos does Remi let the pretence fall away. His mouth curves into a broad, boyish grin, and he flicks his gaze toward Colt, bouncing his eyebrows conspiratorially as if the continued success of his ambush now rests entirely upon her silence.
Ronin’s suggestion draws his attention more properly toward Colt, amusement softening as he considers the choice being offered. [say]"Up to you,"[/say] he murmurs with an easy shrug. His gaze shifts briefly toward the rocky bend ahead, measuring the terrain and the likely violence waiting beyond it, before returning to her. [say]"But if you and I want to stay on foot, I’ll be sure nothing hurts you."[/say] There’s no boast in it, nor any particular concern that the promise might be difficult to keep. Remi simply means it. Whatever claws or teeth find their way through his magic and toward Colt can be made his instead, pain transferred into a body that has endured far worse.
Then his eyes slide toward the back of Ronin ’s head once more and when the Knight's attention settles back on Deimos, Remi finally swings his arm forward and sends the snowball sailing neatly at the back of his husband’s head.
Remi has everything on his profile except for Oria. He offers to soak damage for Colt