At the beginning of every Deepfrost, Rory staged a few hunts. Most of his work was done with goat leather from his own goats, but with Long Night approaching, his hunt was of twofold purpose: to acquire food, and to take care of the animal hides he got out of it. If it was only him and his sister, he wouldn't need to hunt. They had enough dried goat meat to last them a lifetime. No; it was mostly for the others, those who came to help him. Many in the Settlement did not raise their own livestock, perhaps lived off of beets and other root vegetables harvested before the snows.
Cured meat—whether salted or smoked or something else—was the best way to survive the Long Night. No cooking fire, little chance of it going bad, relatively easily to prepare, if you had the meat.
And they'd always taken to hunting before the Long Night, so one year Rory had simply stepped in and decided to help those less well-versed in the art of hunting (and butchering). That it prevented such a loss of precious leather was a bonus, or perhaps his leading motivation—who knew.
At this point it had been a tradition for some ten years or so, and he'd already been out on a couple of hunts. Today was time for another one.
Participating in one of his hunts was easy: just show up at the farm before sunrise on any of the declared days, and bring your own skills, whether it be weapons or an Attuned nose or something else entirely. And that was where Rory was waiting now. His longbow and a quiver leaned against the timber wall, and the man himself—clad in warm, tight-fitting gear, having left his bulky greatcoat behind—was kneeling by the side of the goat pen, putting the finishing touches on a small fox snow sculpture. Overhead, the sky was starry and clear, slowly turning from navy blue to light blue. It was cold, breaths smoking into the air. Sunrise was still a ways off, and that was the best. The deer were easiest to hunt at dawn and dusk, and Rory much preferred dawn over dusk at this season.
He sat back on his heels, gently building the last ear on the snow fox. Studied it for a moment. Shook his head to himself, got up and back around to the front of the farm, and waited to see if he'd have any company today.
Personal Quest in which Rory goes hunting! You can assume you know of this if you're a Natural (and maybe overheard someone if you're an Outlander, or he told you if he likes you) because it's a bit of a Deepfrost tradition for Rory to take people deer hunting. The usual deal is that Rory gets all the hides - so don't mess up you shots! >:C - and maybe some meat, the rest can divide the meat however they want.
If you can post using only basic formatting (like this post) or nothing at all Cirago would appreciate it <3
Slots:
1Jigano
2 Remi
3 Vervain
Cured meat—whether salted or smoked or something else—was the best way to survive the Long Night. No cooking fire, little chance of it going bad, relatively easily to prepare, if you had the meat.
And they'd always taken to hunting before the Long Night, so one year Rory had simply stepped in and decided to help those less well-versed in the art of hunting (and butchering). That it prevented such a loss of precious leather was a bonus, or perhaps his leading motivation—who knew.
At this point it had been a tradition for some ten years or so, and he'd already been out on a couple of hunts. Today was time for another one.
Participating in one of his hunts was easy: just show up at the farm before sunrise on any of the declared days, and bring your own skills, whether it be weapons or an Attuned nose or something else entirely. And that was where Rory was waiting now. His longbow and a quiver leaned against the timber wall, and the man himself—clad in warm, tight-fitting gear, having left his bulky greatcoat behind—was kneeling by the side of the goat pen, putting the finishing touches on a small fox snow sculpture. Overhead, the sky was starry and clear, slowly turning from navy blue to light blue. It was cold, breaths smoking into the air. Sunrise was still a ways off, and that was the best. The deer were easiest to hunt at dawn and dusk, and Rory much preferred dawn over dusk at this season.
He sat back on his heels, gently building the last ear on the snow fox. Studied it for a moment. Shook his head to himself, got up and back around to the front of the farm, and waited to see if he'd have any company today.
Personal Quest in which Rory goes hunting! You can assume you know of this if you're a Natural (and maybe overheard someone if you're an Outlander, or he told you if he likes you) because it's a bit of a Deepfrost tradition for Rory to take people deer hunting. The usual deal is that Rory gets all the hides - so don't mess up you shots! >:C - and maybe some meat, the rest can divide the meat however they want.
If you can post using only basic formatting (like this post) or nothing at all Cirago would appreciate it <3
Slots:
1
2 Remi
3 Vervain
