it's a planet mingle!

[evildetector]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: Yep!
When: For the duration of the planet Arslae stay!

[ woot woot! time to get your mingle on, folks. leave a top-level with your starters and tag around! ]

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[stagstorm]

The HUNT!

Robert had been eager to go out on the hunt the moment he stepped on the planet. Years of long Westerosi winters made him well prepared for a planet in eternal winter, so he resolved himself to bundling up as tight as he could manage. Armed with a spear and a skin of wine, he set himself out with whoever was willing to accompany him into the wilds. He might have grown fat over the years, but some things never went away and that was the instincts of a hunter and a warrior.

It was the dangerous beasts he confronted, rather than the prey. He would let the beast charge while he stood still as a sentinel. At the very last second, he would twist out of the way so that he could plunge his spear into the beast's exposed flank. They would resist a little longer after that, but a kick to their head was enough to put an end to their resistance. Before the month was over, Robert would be returning to the fleet with a number of quality pelts and ample supplies of meat as well. Some of it would be exchanged so he would have a spear to keep, but he was glad of it either way.

Settlement

After some successful hunts and the task of skinning and butchering, Robert has exchanged layers of clothing for cloaks of white fur giving him the look of some wild, barbarian king. He couldn't be happier as he settled himself inside one of the local taverns to make use of his meager wages to buy himself a good stiff drink. After a few rounds, the other patrons were made to suffer a rousing rendition of The Bear and the Maiden Fair as sang by the late king of Westeros.

Settlement

[notkittenaround]

[ Marhi's hunted to her content, and to her wealth, and it's wealth enough to be safe purchasing as much hearty food and drinks as she likes. She's well aware that a fight isn't won on a starving stomach.

So here she is, eating a meal when the song starts. She can't help but have her black, white and fluffy tail flick to the beat. Once he's done, she speaks up. ]

You make a fair bard; pray tell, is that your profession?

HUNTING | I'm ten years late and I'm sorry

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Now, Robin wasn't stupid. He was a very capable tracker, used to following people through maze-like cities and country so thick that the trees themselves churned up the trail. He knew fully well that his dark clothes were a stark contrast to the bright white around him, and he knew that the hibernating trees and mounds of snow were awful cover, and he knew that he was leaving obvious footprints everywhere that he went.

But he didn't care. It was actually kind of the point. As of right then, he was leaning into a tree that just hid him from sight if he stood sideways, watching this Actual King take down a monster as if it wasn't almost twice as large as himself.

He had a reason for being here, of course. Everything always had a reason, with Robin. But he was waiting behind that tree with patient interest, because he wanted to see if this Actual King would notice that someone was obviously following him, or if his presence would be entirely lost in the other man's joyful hunting.