Some humor here to fend off fear
The first light snowfall of the season was already melting away. Despite the relative warmth lingering in the sunlight, nights were now freezing over regularly and last night's wind storm had stripped the trees of most of their leaves. It was a clarion call to all the hunters of the region, signalling that the last organized moose hunt had arrived, and one morning all those interested in partaking had gathered on the main square of the Village.
Groups were split up, areas of the Greatwood assigned, and Maea was surprised to find herself as the leeader of one such group. There had been little time to talk before they set out, and the hurried pace left little breath to spare during the march, so it wasn't until they reached their destination that she had a chance to take a better look at her fellow hunters.
Slipping her bow off one shoulder, she stringed the weappon, checked the tension of the sinew and adjusted the quiver of arrows. Pulling down the thick woolen scarf from her face, she breathed out a slowly into the chill air, watching how it condensed into a pale cloud and dissolved somewhere above their heads.
"We can leave the packs here," she suggested in hushed tones, and pointed to a hollow beneath a gnarled root where backpacks, packed lunches and extra weapons could be concealed. "Show me what weapons you brought, and I'll assign you a spot. We're a bit late; the beat should be passing through here any minute, so let's be quick." Gazing expectantly at the others, she nevertheless offered an encouraging smile; if it was stiffer than normal it was due to the cold, that not even layers of clothing could stave off entirely.
Welcome to this PQ where the aim is to help the people of the Greatwood with the last moose hunt of the year! Everyone will leave with a share of the meat so let's pray for good fortunes!
Please begin with your character introducing themselves and declaring what weapons they brought to the hunt, if any!
Participants:
1. Maea
2.
3.
4.
Groups were split up, areas of the Greatwood assigned, and Maea was surprised to find herself as the leeader of one such group. There had been little time to talk before they set out, and the hurried pace left little breath to spare during the march, so it wasn't until they reached their destination that she had a chance to take a better look at her fellow hunters.
Slipping her bow off one shoulder, she stringed the weappon, checked the tension of the sinew and adjusted the quiver of arrows. Pulling down the thick woolen scarf from her face, she breathed out a slowly into the chill air, watching how it condensed into a pale cloud and dissolved somewhere above their heads.
"We can leave the packs here," she suggested in hushed tones, and pointed to a hollow beneath a gnarled root where backpacks, packed lunches and extra weapons could be concealed. "Show me what weapons you brought, and I'll assign you a spot. We're a bit late; the beat should be passing through here any minute, so let's be quick." Gazing expectantly at the others, she nevertheless offered an encouraging smile; if it was stiffer than normal it was due to the cold, that not even layers of clothing could stave off entirely.
Welcome to this PQ where the aim is to help the people of the Greatwood with the last moose hunt of the year! Everyone will leave with a share of the meat so let's pray for good fortunes!
Please begin with your character introducing themselves and declaring what weapons they brought to the hunt, if any!
Participants:
1. Maea
2.
3.
4.
and I'm a little more lost, oh dear
Maea
