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| Something Has Awoken; Silas | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 20 2014, 11:58 AM (171 Views) | |
| Jaaba | Jul 20 2014, 11:58 AM Post #1 |
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Deep with in Loniar Swamp something stirred in the dank fog, something ancient and powerful.Inches of sphagnum moss and peat began to slough off as a creature woke up from a thousand of hibernation. It's tail spiked and ruddered was the first to emerge with deep red and black scales covering its muscular haunches. Its head was next to emerge a crown of thick horns on top of its head, golden eyed, with rows of sharp dagger like teeth protruded from the sides of its mouth. Starting from the head a mighty shake tremored down its body kicking off dirt, moss, and plants off its body and what was once a hill in the swamp was now a living breathing and hungry beast. Stretching in the morning sun the beast let out a roar the sent a challenge to every single other beast with in the sound of its roar that there was a new top of the food chain and that he was it. After basking in the morning sun it slipped with out a sound under the waters of the swamp. From time to time it was seen but only a glimpse best described as a red croc big enough to swallow an entire cow. Hunters and poachers have gone missing and rumors are starting to spread that "something is out there". Edited by Jaaba, Jul 20 2014, 12:03 PM.
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| Silas | Jul 23 2014, 08:55 PM Post #2 |
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Silas rowed, quiet and bored. His raft silently drifted though the marsh. He had just gotten started on his journey north to Ashoka. For reason's unknown to him, that happened to be the place where he got the most work. People there questioned his age and fighting ability much less. But... first he'd have to get there. And rather than take the road, he decided to take a shortcut through the Loniar Swamp that he knew so well. And now here he was, rowing his rickity raft, taking in all the sounds of nature and-- Wait a minute. Where's all the noise? He looked around, bewildered. The swamp was silent. Even the frogs had stopped, leaving the swamp an eerie, quiet, and empty-looking environment. Suddenly, as he lifted up a lantern to peer into the mist, his raft shook. He tumbled to the ground, barely holding on. It lurched again just as he stood up. Now he was truly frightened. A final tremor, and then, silence. Until a gaping maw ripped a chuck out of his raft. A hulking red crocadile, the likes of which he'd never seen before, was attacking him. Silas immediately sprang into action... which is to say, he cried, screamed, and held on for dear life to what remained of his ramshackle craft. And then, as soon as it had began, the beast slunk back into the depths. It was either that it believed Silas wasn't enough of a meal to warrent the effort" or it was just toying with him, like a cat playing with a crippled mouse. But, Silas wasn't one to dwell. He guided his flotsam to a patch of dry land. He had only barely managed to grab his meager belongings, which was good. He had also lost in only mode of transport and was stranded in the swamp with a dangerous monster, which was bad. So... there wasn't a lot he could do. He decided that there was little he could really do, and that the best decision was to stay put and hope some wayward traveler would arrive to rescue him. He began to build a fire, because hey, he was probably gonna be here a while... Edited by Silas, Jul 26 2014, 05:56 PM.
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| Jaaba | Jul 26 2014, 03:10 PM Post #3 |
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Jaaba was cleaning up after a very productive day of trapping, in fact the trapping had been way too productive. Every single trap he had set that morning had something in it and that should never happen even for the best most blessed trapper in any wilderness. His traps weren't the only indication that something was...up in the swamp there were more deer, feral hogs, even more snakes and gators than there should have been. Jaaba knew enough to know that when there is this many critters in one spot things will go from great trapping to horrific when disease and starvation started to run rampant through a population like that. He had to find out what was causing all of critters in the swamp to move into his back yard. His hides were tanning out on racks around his shack and he began to investigate. It didn't take too long for him to to notice a column of smoke raising high against the back drop of the even sky filled with orange, red, pink, shale and purple. All in all in-spite of the fact that there were too many critters in his swamp. The smoke rising was as best of a clue as he could see. So with his hides tanning he hoped in his boat, kicked off the ropes and made his way toward the smoke. It didn't take him long to spot the fire and drift his river sloop in that direction. First to go were the crickets soon followed by the frogs and then only the wind was the only thing he could hear. Cutting his sails he eased himself down and grabbed a spear. The first thump under his boat Jaaba thrust his spears into the water and felt it scrape across muscle. The tail of what ever Jaaba tried to stab flicked our of the water and its head appeared on the other side as it roared. He was going to need a bigger boat. Jaaba kicked his tiller as quick as he could and made for the sand bar that Silas was stuck on. As the creature wheeled around Jaaba threw his spear at it. The spear imbedded into the creatures face but was brushed away like a mosquito. The creature was pissed and thrashed around the swamp tossing mud and swamp water all over as it splashed back into the water. Its roars could be heard as the evening edged closer to the night. As Jaaba's sloop skidded onto the sand bar island he stepped off and said "Dat's gona be one hellof a job skinnen dat cridder!" Before turning to Silas "I'd ask why you stuck here but I tink I just found out." |
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| Silas | Jul 27 2014, 12:47 PM Post #4 |
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Silas picked at his fire absentmindedly with a stick. This... was the worst. He could see the water ripple around his little patch of sand, marking where the beast was. It was just circling him. Menacingly. He really wasn't feeling to well. The creature's presence was unnerving, because Silas' could tell that whatever it was could easily come out of the water and swallow him whole. He wasn't exactly protected. It was a small patch of dry land, a single mossy oak tree providing shelter. And so, he sat, warily watching the water. And then a boat arrived. A small craft, similiar to what his had been, but much sturdier looking. A man, who's features were obscured by fog, was about to be in for a nasty surprise. As Silas' had anticipated, the creature attacked once more. The mans boat was flung about in an almost comical fashion. The boy watched enthralled by the short struggle, before taking notice as the man landed on his little island. "Uh..." was all Silas could get out as he turned his attention between the roaring monster and the stranger. A stranger who sounded excited about this. Finally, he shook his head and managed to speak. "Um... yeah? I dunno. Sure." He stuck a hand out to the stranger without standing up. " My name's Silas. I'm a mercenary from around these parts. I see you've already met Fluffy," he pointed at the still-writhing beast. "Y'see, I call him that to be ironic. Like calling a big guy Tiny or a short guy Stretch. Anywho..." He said, a hint of depression in his voice. "Get comfy. He is relentless. Or maybe dont get comfy. I think you might have made him mad." He eyed his weapon. "And uh... that kinda scares me." |
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| Jaaba | Jul 29 2014, 06:27 PM Post #5 |
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Jaaba laughed at Silas' joke rather it was funny or not was beyond the point Jaaba liked a person that would try to laugh at a dangerous situation. Jaaba griped Silas' hand with his own callused and well worn hand "I be Jaaba, I be a hunter an trapper from 'roun dese parts. Dis bit of swamp be next t'my swamp." Jaaba pointed in the general direction of his swamp and shack through the mist and fog. The creature had went quiet again except for a splash when it reentered the deep waters. "Ya know, I don't tink dat ting's gona let us get any where near dry land. 'Less we change it's mind." Jaaba slid his hooked finger across his throat to emphasize what he meant by changing its mind. "An' I aint gona sit're an wait fer it t' go away. Ifen dat ting wants t'eat me I mean t' be hard t' swaller." Jaaba was determined to get the beast it tried to eat him and its hide would make a pretty penny not to mention that fact it was disturbing the balance of the swamp. Raising a spear he looked back at Silas and chuckled than laugh out rightly "Hahaha Big mean ol critter out in da swamp and da merc be scaret of my huntin spear! Hahaha!" The giant creature roared close to the shore as the fog grew thicker sobering Jaaba up a bit "It gona take da both of us t' get dat ting. How bout it wana do a bit of huntin?" |
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