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Quest the First or An Unlikely Team of Three

Year Date: Pflugzeit 2504IC the First Day 5:45pm




The flora of the forest shook relentlessly under a strong wind and heavy trotting of a beast speeding through, brownish in colour with worn tusks, squealing feverently as it made its scape from a force uphigh. The beast ran eastwards in some fleeting attempt to break the edge of trees into open area giving its persuer no place to hide and open to attack, a mile or two from the exit and a swoosh cleaved through the air. The object sped at speeds and with such precsionthat could cut the wind in two, it clung into the animals hide making its squeals more loud and with pain as steel tore through tendons with each step. Little blood poured from the wound where the arrow protruded, it changed directions not sensing that it was being herded away from its plan, toiling over rocks and dirt the showed no signs of stopping, a spring clicked and snap! A machination of the bear trap laid in wait had clasped into the tender meat and hard bone structure of the boars hind leg splintering thhe bone, leaves shook and fell from a tree overhead as a figure clamboured down from it as steady as one could, a bow was slinked across his back. As he got closer the hunter took look at his mark as if praying to a higher power for his kill and drew a short knife commonly used for skinning, still squealing from the agony of the bear trap, the hunter silenced its screams, showing mercy.

Once the boar had finally lain still and the trap disarmed and stowed awayin the hunters sack he hoisted the beast onto his back and carried itout of the growth of forest and vine and onto the main road. The animal was quite heavy and even though it was to be carried a few miles the huntsman did not strain nor take any break under his burden, the sun shone brightly with nary a cloud in sight, he heaved and puffed but still continued his way. After a short while and the trees had started to diminish in the distance but still a few aroundto show the forest had not been escaped, the hunter came upon a little home that was about half a mile on the road between Carroberg and Senden with a larger extention at the back of the place. Outside the place a much older man was chopping logs for a fire to keep warm for the night. He wiped sweat from his brow and took notice of the hunter then stopped what he was doing 'I see you bagged a big one there Serbur' the elder said to the hunter 'That should warrant enough meat to last a week or two' continued the man in his country like accent. 'Thank you father' replied Serbur 'I've been after that one for quite a while'
'Now I believe we should get this inside before the scent begins to attract unwanted creatures.'
'Agreed' together the two men carried the pig into the larger part of the building and begun to set work on it.

Serbur and his father, Hans, were butchers/meat vendors both of which brought their own skill to the practise, Hans prepped the meat and cured it making it safe for the citizens of Altdorf and the world over, whereas Serbur was the hunter of the two, being younger and more agile than that of Hans. While they was both snipping and cutting the boar turning it from bulging beast to ham/ sausage and other meat Hans told his son about tomorrows delivery schedule as per usual 'Tomorrow my boy there's a delivery to go to Annabel'
'The owner of the Sink and Swallow?' asked Serbur.
'That would be the one'
'How much and what am I taking?'
'Just about 2 pounds of everything type of meat we carve off of this thing, she wants it fresh' instructed Hans
'Well she does run a tavern, no surprises really'
'And don't forget the payment'
'DoI ever?' there was a short pause and then they both laughed aloud 'Pa it's getting late, we should sleep.' Hans agreed and closed his work area off for the night, back in the main build Serbur went to the front door as being an elf and a wood elf at that he prefered to sleep out in the trees surrounded by nature and the brightly lit stars high on above.

Year Date: Pflugzeit 2504IC the First Day 12:30am (Before Serbur's Hunt)

The morn was peaceful and the streets were bustled with people going about their day on the busy streets of Carroberg and up at the north gate a figure of small stature had stood under the archway, hands at his side and a twinkle in his eye, he breathed in the city air. 'Ah, smell that?' he said to himself 'That's the smell of coin making to be done' he answered his own question with a mischeviously huge grin, moving further into the city he pondered at what 'play' he could cause amongst the unsuspecting residents, he checked his pockets but couldn't find any items that could benefit him at this moment. He fumbled his hands in each pocket upon his clothes and pulled out nothing but his coinpurse and a few bits of fluff, he then checked his knapsack all that was there was two hobbit sized bottles of Ale, presumely what's left from when he departed his hometown. 'Well there goes that plan' he mumbled while scouring his surroundings with his eyes looking for anything he could use for his art 'Nothing, and to think Altodrf is supposed to be a capital' he mumbled once more, saddened at this he pulled out one of the bottles of ale and as he was about to uncork it an idea had flowed. Looking back at some of the buildings from his earlier search he spied for an open window which just on the sill was a tankard 'Perfect' he grinned just as mischevious of a grin a grifter could make, using his size to his advantage he crept to the window and quietly pilfered the tankard from the window and begun to fill it with ale. He had decided to fill it only halfway as not waste his precious drink from falling, for what he was about to do could only really be pulled off depending on how well he acted.