[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!

Comments

[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.

[dancingmd]

Not...intimately. [Their first meeting has left her reluctant to pursue the relationship further.] But I do know she's from a parallel to Garrett's universe though and that she is his counterpart there.

[wolfehawke]

Then you know my situation as well.

[He throws up his hands and shakes his head; there's nothing he can do about it.]

Perhaps Atroma just... likes me. Us. Whatever.

[dancingmd]

[She allows herself a tiny smirk.]

Can't say I can blame them.

[wolfehawke]

My dear Lady Crusher, are you flirting?

[Also, Lady Crusher would be the single best name for a mabari. He's going to have to file that one away for later.]

[dancingmd]

Me? [Her hand goes to her chest in mock-offense.] Never.

[wolfehawke]

Oh good, I wouldn't want to have to break your heart when I'd only just met you.

[He wipes his brow in mock relief, pleased that she's playing along rather than being offended. He keeps sticking his foot in his mouth these days, apparently, and it's starting throw him entirely off. He'd never had this trouble at home.]

But it does seem odd to me that there only seem to be duplicates of us and not anyone else, as far as I know.

[dancingmd]

[No worries, Hawke: generally Beverly loves harmless flirting. She's just relieved this isn't as awkward as her encounter with Marian.]

Don't worry, you're not the first or the only duplicates. Have you met Captain Kirk?

[wolfehawke]

[He gets a very brief smirk across his lips at her mention of Kirk, having some private thought.]

Yes, I've met him. Was there another Kirk before?

[Well that brings to mind all sorts of fantasies...]

[dancingmd]

No, not here. But he's from a universe parallel to my own and I know of his counterpart in my world.

[She smiles.]

Apparently I have multiples of myself in other universes as well, but I have not had the pleasure of meeting them myself, I just know others who have.

[wolfehawke]

I'd never heard about phenomena like that before arriving here and then you make it sound like a normal occurrence.

[He chuckles at the very idea.]

That does make me feel a little better, though, knowing I'm not the only one.

[dancingmd]

I wouldn't say it's normal but we've been aware of the presence of parallel universes for quite a long time now.

[wolfehawke]

Better than us. This is all entirely new to me.

[dancingmd]

Yes well... plenty of other things are new here. Magic, for one.

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.

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion shrugs elegantly - even though the set of his face is bitterly amused. Time and time again when he tells this tale, he watches as people's faces fall. He hates to break the hearts of anyone who has had a goo parent -- but not all parents are good. Not all fathers are noble, either.]

Thank you, for your sympathy ... and not your pity.

[wolfehawke]

Of course not. You've clearly done well despite anything in your history, but I do know a little about complicated fathers.

[Or a lot.]

Still, I wouldn't want pity either. Pity comes from above; I don't think either of us will stand for being condescended to.

[tallasaking]

Fathers are the burden their sons must carry.

[That he would carry for all his days.]

I do not think either one of us will.

[wolfehawke]

To burdens, then. And never pity.

[He pours them both another mug then lifts his up to drink.]

[tallasaking]

[He lifted his mug in answer, and drank deeply.]