ISKRA
The thrill of battle is a high he's begun to recognize. Wild to think after all this time his parents, and Mel, had been onto something. If only he'd listened all those years ago, rather than wandering woodlands and ice like a living ghost. He's putting in the work now, and he can feel it's effects, his fire reaching further and burning hotter than before, but it's still not enough. More work to be done, more tests to weight himself against.
The reports of this monster have led him here and is why Goose isn't in his shadow. He can't trust that he can protect the hound when he himself is still flailing around, and there's no Jack or Deimos here to shoulder the brunt of the damage or craft shields this time. Still, it seems like something he could prove himself against, to himself at the very least. So he wanders after the last area the beast had been seen, boots on the ground, dry ground, he hopes, as he goes. His head is cocked, listening for a tell-tale croak, or the buzz of flies that might bait the monster. His raincoat fucking swishes loudly though, so he keeps pausing every so often to hear, which is when the other voices drift over.
"Hey!" he waves to them, a quick glance at all their weapons a sure sign of their intent. Well, maybe not the solo test he'd been hoping for, but he's secretly relieved there's help here. Ampere's weight rests against his back, his normal axe on his belt alongside a knife. In one of his jean pockets is a set of matches, in the other is a wooly scrap of cloth. "I'm Iskra—frog hunting too?"
Iskra is listening for noises that'd give it away and was staying on dry ground.
On him is everything in his profile along with matches, a balloon a wooly cloth, an axe and a pocket knife. Goose is not present.
Regional Score bonus: +13 in all shrine visits, drops, PQ+s, KQs, etc.
The reports of this monster have led him here and is why Goose isn't in his shadow. He can't trust that he can protect the hound when he himself is still flailing around, and there's no Jack or Deimos here to shoulder the brunt of the damage or craft shields this time. Still, it seems like something he could prove himself against, to himself at the very least. So he wanders after the last area the beast had been seen, boots on the ground, dry ground, he hopes, as he goes. His head is cocked, listening for a tell-tale croak, or the buzz of flies that might bait the monster. His raincoat fucking swishes loudly though, so he keeps pausing every so often to hear, which is when the other voices drift over.
"Hey!" he waves to them, a quick glance at all their weapons a sure sign of their intent. Well, maybe not the solo test he'd been hoping for, but he's secretly relieved there's help here. Ampere's weight rests against his back, his normal axe on his belt alongside a knife. In one of his jean pockets is a set of matches, in the other is a wooly scrap of cloth. "I'm Iskra—frog hunting too?"
Iskra is listening for noises that'd give it away and was staying on dry ground.
On him is everything in his profile along with matches, a balloon a wooly cloth, an axe and a pocket knife. Goose is not present.
Regional Score bonus: +13 in all shrine visits, drops, PQ+s, KQs, etc.
Swinging my axe, instead of sleeping
Swinging my axe, my splinters are bleeding
Swinging my axe, these cuts are too deep and I feel like I’m freezing
Swinging my axe, my splinters are bleeding
Swinging my axe, these cuts are too deep and I feel like I’m freezing
