[LFG] Dino-hunting

[wolfehawke]

Who: Adalwolfe Hawke and YOU!! (Also a closed prompt for Adalwolfe and Anders in the comments)
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes; down in the forest. Closed to specific people tbd
When: Right now
Notes: Spillover from the previous mingle will be continued here as well.

[Broadcast | Video]

Hello everyone! Since the network seems to double as the fleet-wide Chanter's board, I thought I'd put out a request for some help. I'm looking for a few people - no more than three - to come help hunt down one of these big scaly beasts in the forest. Any companions chosen to come along are welcome to its hide, meat, or whatever else; I'm just after a few of its bones for a project.

Any and all skill sets are welcome, but I'd like if there was at least one person with better than my middling healing magic. At least one person versed with a shield might be a good idea as well, but not strictly necessary.

[Priorities.]

I'd like to go later today, so please let me know as soon as possible if you're interested in the endeavor. Thank you very much.



[Action | On the hunt | Closed to those chosen in the broadcast]

This part of the forest is quiet, too quiet, which is why Adalwolfe is guessing their quarry uses this as its stomping ground. The other forest animals would know to keep away after awhile, so this is likely the heart of its territory. The trees are taller here - though it hardly matters considering how tall they are anyway - but the ground cover is more sparse. The gentle slugs can still be seen dotting the trunks of trees and the leaves of the few ferns growing here and there, but any other wildlife is either well camouflaged or simply not present. The only noise aside what they make themselves is the breeze through the trees and echoing birdsong from high above in the canopy, where even the giant lizard's head can't reach.

It's perfect.

"Everyone be on your guard," Adalwolfe warns, his new and unfinished dragon-headed staff in hand and a note of glee behind his tone. This gets his blood pumping more than harmless sparring or running the Iskaulit's obstacle course. Facing danger, big sharp teeth, and the possibility of death? Bring it on!

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[apurrstate]

[Really, Hawke? It's written all over his face.]

You intend to risk your neck for...some bone?

Yeah, have fun.

Call me after if you've got something that needs healing.

[wolfehawke]

Come now, Dragon bone is one of the strongest materials there is. If the bones of these beasts are even half as sturdy, they'll make for an excellent staff blade.

[He squints into the camera, teasing.]

Not afraid, are you?

[apurrstate]

[He puts on like he's considering the question and then nods.]

I'm not keen on things that could kill me. Or cause pain. Or really any kind of discomfort. You have fun, though! Happy hunting and all that.

[wolfehawke]

Right.

[He says it with a cheeky air, but Hawke was really hoping Anders would have his back. Yet another reminder of just how different Anders is - was - than what he remembers.]

I'll let you know how it goes.

[A bit after the dino fight | Closed to Anders]

[wolfehawke]

It's nearly an hour later and the party has broken up with their spoils. Adalwolfe, his part, tried valiantly to drag the skull away from their kill site but unfortunately it proved far too cumbersome to lug all the way back into town. Especially with what's possibly a broken arm and multiple contusions in other places. That of course he hasn't told anyone about just yet because everyone else should be seen to first.

Although, mostly, he wants someone in particular to do his healing, as guilty as he is about that fact, and that's why Adalwolfe goes to the treehouse that Anders has been staying in since they made planetfall. Awkwardly, with his injured arm held against one side and the other carrying a various array of mid-sized bones, claws, and teeth, Adalwolfe makes his slow way up the stairs and rope bridges to knock on Anders' door. With his foot. His hands are either full or not working, okay?

Waiting for the other mage to answer, Hawke tries not to slump against the rope tied around the platform's edge. The last thing he needs is to die from something as inane as falling after felling what passes for a dragon on this planet.

[apurrstate]

He'd definitely said 'call me' not 'climb up to a maker-dammed tree house sporting whatever injuries you have.' Why was this man an idiot? Why did he have to care so much? True, it could have been someone else, but no one really visited him down here, so he highly doubted it.

Besides, it was definitely Hawke on the other side of the door when Anders opened it.

"By the void, Hawke, I could have come to you, you know!" He shook his head. "Come on, put that stuff down and let me get a look at you. You look awful."

The little orange fluff ball curled up on Anders' pillow popped his head up long enough to eye Hawke as though studying him, then gave a huge yawn and curled back up.

[wolfehawke]

"Couldn't use the com... thing. Not with my hands full." He follows Anders in, slurring just a little from low mana and potentially blood loss, though he's mostly just battered save for a long gash on his left arm, the one he leaves unarmored. The one that's most likely broken.

By Anders' invitation, he unceremoniously dumps the pile of bones in a corner by the door and follows the mage in like a vaguely drunk puppy. "I don't look awful by comparison. You should see the other guy."

He points at his bone pile to illustrate the point, grinning like an idiot.

[apurrstate]

Anders scoffs in a failed attempt to not be amused. What an idiot.

"If you'd come to me looking like that, there'd be very little I could do for you." He dug through a pack he'd left on the table and came back with a few glossy leaves which he pressed into Hawke's now empty and usable hand. "Chew on these, they're terrible, but I've found they have similar properties to lyrium with mana loss." It would hardly replenish the lost mana like a potion, but it would take the edge off.

Healer's orders given, the gentle blue glow grew in his palms as he placed his hands over the obvious gash on Adalwolfe's left arm. It was certainly broken, but Anders had healed plenty of fractured bones before. "How's your head?" A broken arm could wait if he was dealing with an unseen head injury.

[Mingle Spillover threads]

[wolfehawke]

Beverly

[wolfehawke]

((Continued from here))

Certainly. What do you want to know?

[He blinks at her, curious.]

[dancingmd]

There was a man here, probably a year ago now, who was a good friend of mine, Garrett Hawke. You bear some resemblance to him, so I was wondering if the two of you were related...?

[wolfehawke]

No, I don't know a Garrett. Though... maybe yes, too. Do you know Marian Hawke? Here in the fleet.

Tyrion

[wolfehawke]

((Continued from here))

The Orzammar Dwarves? Basically. Or they were. The previous generations of Kings were isolationist at best, but the current one seems more inclined to deal with people from the surface.

[The comment about Tyrion's father piques his interest though, more than anything about dwarven politics, a subject he knows very little about. Complicated fathers though, that he knows in spades.]

Oh? Was he strict?

Re: Tyrion

[tallasaking]

Well ... people must change, as we must all change. Dwarves, humans, whatever and whatevers.

[Here he paused, and here he gave the other man a lingering look.]

... You could say that,

[wolfehawke]

Ah.

[By that reaction, it seems he means less strict and more... well, if Tyrion's stature is undesirable in his noble family, Hawke can imagine. He's seen enough mage children of nobles swept under the rug for the same reason, seen as a blight on the family name for something they were born with. He has a cousin that happened to, according to family history, though no one can tell what became of her other than being sent to the Circle.]

I'm sorry.

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[ladybro]

I have pretty good aim, if that helps --

[ UNDERSTATEMENT ALERT. but it sounds like she's volunteering to join his merry band. ]

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[wolfehawke]

You're an archer? That could be incredibly helpful.

[Yes good, please join!]

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[ladybro]

I am. On both counts. [ almost a smile. ] Who else is going?

[wolfehawke]

So far? You and I. Though Alphonse expressed an interest before.

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[sonofgold]

I'm still game- since I'm the Security augment on my ship, I've got access to extra weaponry.

[wolfehawke]

I'm not sure that'll be necessary. Marian and I are mages, though Kate might need something. She's an archer, though I don't know if she has a bow.

[sonofgold]

Got it. I've never made a bow before, so I'll have to have her test it out before we go- make sure it's the correct strength and stuff.

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[ofkirkwall]

At least one of us knows how to heal.

[ Because Marian sure as hell doesn't know the first thing about healing magics.

Also it is a given she is coming along, yeah? Yeah. ]

[wolfehawke]

Is it you? Because all I have is something to stop bleeding and dull pain until we could get to a real healer. Though I suppose that's alright. With the two of us, I doubt it'll touch anyone, let alone with us and two others for backup.

[He puffs his chest just a bit, clearly in much better form than the last time they talked. He's trying to appear that way anyway. He's talked with Fenris at least, and started mending that fence as best he can. Or... well, building a new fence. Something to that effect.

Metaphors. So confusing.]

Do you have a staff? We could get you one before we go if not.

[ofkirkwall]

[ In the matter of looks Marian also appears considerably better. The quirk of her lips far less forced as it has been the last while, her pale skin holding a measure of color again. Seems she has slept a bit since they last spoke, though she would not dare to admit how much for it is still considerably lacking.

The important thing is that she doesn't look as though she wants to throttle him anymore, deciding instead to attempt something she is rare to do: not hate herself - or in this case, not hate him. ]

Maker no. [ She waves a hand quickly in front of her face. ] I can tend to wounds the non-magic way, or even burn a wound close if needed. Actually healing magic is far beyond my skill set.

[ Always preferred throwing fireballs than healing wounds, Bethany was considerably better at healing. It came to her as easily as breathing. Sweet Andraste... she misses her sister so keenly still.

With a quick shake of her head Hawke reaches outside of the frame, pulling her staff into view. ]

Never go anywhere without it.