Tobin 'Steve' Strider - Iron Boar Hunter [Closed/PM]

[Tobin]

(Mab is currently invited. If your interested in joining PM me.)

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Since hearing the second hand tales of the Iron-Tusked Gerald, Tobin had become obsessed with idea of making robust creature his noble steed. Compelled by the legend of the great Alpha boar that dwarfed other creatures, perhaps partly because the large mount would compensate for his lacking height, Tobin had immediately set out into the greatwood by his lonesome to begin the initial trek for the creature. This was for two reasons, he didn't want competition for the steed as he was sure that someone would try and kill it to fast track for exp and secondly because he wanted a sense of challange. Sure he could have asked his guild mates for assistance, but many of them were high levellers that would trivialise the quest. Not that asking for backup was entirely out of the question, just he felt a burning desire to add a tale to his personal saga to compliment the “drinking several high level adventurers under a table” story told around the campfire. After all, “being gloriously mauled by a white rabbit”, “being the greatest level 1 projectile ever” and “being glorious in a maids outfit” were all interesting titles, but likely only one would be woven into a sing by a bard.

It had been a couple of hours since he had begun his hunt however and despite avoiding several encounter with roaming mobs, the tracks the dwarf had found were space and only had belonged to more mundane creatures. The dwarf paused as he flipped the brown orb in his left hand between his finger and thumb and watched with a keen eye as the fecal matter crumbled under the pressure, needless to say he had no sodding idea what he was doing.

"Bah, this trail be cold also. For such a boar of his size, there is little sign of my pray."

His gaze flicked upwards into the treeline as he dropped the remains. The weather was fairly clear with distant, warm sun. As expected of spring the weather was moderate, the fantastic visibility of the air was contrasted by the dense packing of the trees within the woodland limiting his range of vision down to 30/40 metres. This meant that tracking a singlar , rare elite through the vast range of the great forest was difficult.

-I’mma going to have to change my tact, perhaps doing what they did on the discovery channel isn’t quite going to cut it here. I need a different approach. -

After a minute of silence, he rose up to his feet and began to stride off in a north easterly direction before he grunted himself into a slow jog, his body swung with each side as he strode through the forest in his light attire, his gaze paced side to side in search of any clue.

The dwarf rumbled to a halt as his eyes settled on his target, a small white rabbit that chewed through the grass. The dwarf took a sharp intake of breath as he caught himself and forced his racing heart to be steady, fumbling for a small orange shaft of the carrot, as his fellow dwarf wolf-hair Cear had taught him, it that in order to get any animal to work for him he had to make an offering. For a moment its gaze turned towards him and fixated him with a curious stare with a singular eye, the dwarf's only movement was a flicker of a frown he repressed a memory of a mauling at the creatures teeth, before it bumbled over with a hop. Although the small mammal was weary, its desire to eat was greater than the fear of the adventurer, as it nibbled on the carrot the dwarf was slow, gently massaging it’s ear as he smiled, a gentle jingling in the ear indicated that the creature was content in his company for now.


“Well there little one, now I hav’ ya attention, I want ya help with a little something.” He paused, a warm smile on his face as he dropped the carrot and unhooked a second as a bribe. “I want ya to use ya nose and your knowledge to track down the Iron-Boar…”


No sooner did the name slip through his lips then another jingle interrupted him and the rabbit squealed, bolting away into the foliage as it left his service. The dwarf frowned before he sighed, bringing up a tab of people hanging out in the local area. Though he wanted to get a strangle hold on the boar and drown it in musky dwarf scent, that plan was no good until he could find some conscripts companions first. The message sent out was simply.

“DO YOU LIKE HEAVY METAL? THIS QUEST IS ALL ABOUT HUNTING THE METALIST OF BOARS TO BE MY NOBLE STEED, JOIN THIS PARTEEHHH AND ROCCKKKK ONNNNNN”

After which he would simply wait under the tree. After all, it was bloody hard to be funny while by his lonesome.

[Mab]

Mab was currently shopping for her new outfit. She had found a perfect lime green leather armor. Mab was convinced her red skirt and red boots were a perfect match. To add a color the floppy hat she was wearing was a pretty soft yellow. Off course for sneaking purposes this outfit would be perfect. One could blend into the shadows and never be noticed. Well that or people tried to actively avoid her because the colors hurt their eyes. Either witch way, the girl was happy indeed. Now what to do on a day that not only did she gain a new armor but also a new staff was to try them out off course. This meant joining some people on a grand adventure. Looking for groups to join she got turned down most of the time due to her total lack of levels. Mab did not mind eventually there would be someone happy for her to join the party.

Did Mab like heavy metals... not so much but hunting down a boar to be someone’s noble steed sounded quasi interesting. Taking her time to track down the one posting the interesting message Mab decided to respond to the message by replying.

“Starter Druid – Pathfinder would like to join up. Where do we meet?”

This because she had no clue how to use the interface to actually find someone. Just sending a message back to the sender had been quite a challenge indeed. Mab was not even sure if the message would be received. Being the colourful lady that she was she decided not to wait and find out but to call out.

“Mister rocking Boar Hunter! Yoohoo! Are you there?”

She would repeat this several times until she either got a response by message or because the boar hunter would speak up.

Mab was exited a real adventure, it would be one of the first times for her to go on an actual adventure. She was eagerly anticipating it. If she was once again told she could not come she was prepared to have an argument about it. If all else failed she would just follow the party around. It wasn’t like they could stop her. Well they could send Mab to the cathedral but that thought had not crossed her mind just yet. Instead she believed that this time, this time for sure she would be able to go and have an adventure. Why else would she be stuck on this weird world. These thoughts went through the girls mind while she was looking around for the person sending the message earlier. She was geared up and ready to go. She had fresh fruits in her backpack and some water. Her staff was brand new and still shining. What could go wrong on a day like this? Was this just positive thinking or would she come to eat these thoughts later on? Who could say? Not that it mattered. Mab really wanted to get a taste of the exiting adventurers life. Tracking down a boar seemed like the perfect step to take.

“Mister rocking Boar Hunter! Yoohoo! Are you there?”

echoed around...

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[Tobin]

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The dwarf rose an eyebrow at the message pinged up in his box his chubby fingers danced across the interface as he sent back a quick reply that would show up.

"Nxt to tree."

The dwarf then glanced up to the sky and chuckled before he typed on the interface again and pinged a second message to the druid. After all, the pathfinder quality was going to be useful on this quest, as the dwarf had mainly concentrated on his combat class the fresh experience would be useful to him.

"Lol jst kiding. I add you, I start walkin over t ya."

After checking his map to check the relative location of the person, near the boarders of London, he gave a grunt as he pushed himself up and began to lumber off in 'Mad's' general direction. The journey was rather eventless, though the dwarf felt a far off noise perking above the general ambience. The dwarf froze, his eyes scanned the bark to see no presence, though the voice was heard resounded again in the distance. He smiled, drawing in the deepest breath he could muster as he bent his head back and bellowed, this time not in rock but in rap.

“YO YO HOMIE IT’S FRODO SWAGGINGS FROM SWAGGING VILL, HERE TO HUNTIN’A BOAR LIK’A CHAMPION WITH 50MIL, COME CLOSER AND I WILL GRANT YA REQUEST FO THIS QUEST.”

The last of his breath left his lungs and, after taking a deep breath to compose his energy the dwarf scrambled up a tree like a sloth on fast forward, disappearing into the tree line as he wanted for the plucky adventurer to approach. As a figure emerged out of the foliage into view, the dwarf chuckled and as he activated his -Wyvern Strike -, his leg igniting in crimson as he pounded out of the sky like a big, square fireball and landed next to her with a hefty thud that spread his aura and leaves scattered in all directions, though being a direct attack it did no direct harm to the druid. The moment he made contact with the ground he let roar his dwarfen rap, unleashing the satanic music as he struck a dynamic pose and made obscure hand gestures, like a gangsta fo show.

“Yo mah name is Tobin Strider, I heard in that ya a pathfinder, ya look like a person used to strange situations, mah mission here is to become a boar rider, of a boar of steel called Gerald, ya should come with me to make the bacon bits yield, yo yo … “ The dwarf paused as he coughed as he chose to thrust his arm out towards her in an open handshaking gesture, the dwarf seemed to have gain whatever amusement he could obtain from his dynamic entry. “Ahh whatever, I’m no good at this. Appogises” He commented somewhat more dryly as he gave her a quick scan over with his eyes, even though it was fairly obvious that she was quite younger than him the humanoid was taller though by now he was quite used to that. His eyes flickered in some recongistion, as he had seen her the day before, during that slime incident.

“Nice to meet cha, and you are?

After the response, he would continue on.

“I seem to have a few more people that are interested in trackin’ Gerald the elite mob down. I’mma aware ya can’t realleh fight or tame it, I will be doin’ that. But I reall’ need the help to track him down. Since whenever I ask one of these fella’s “- he paused momentarily as he opened his other palm to reveal a panicked squirrel that he had taken from the tree while he was there, and after a few gentle whispers and a ruffle of its belly it submitted to his will. At which point a produced nut sealed the deal.

“Now, so where is Gerald… Gah!” The creature had immediately bit into his thumb at the mention of the name and the dwarf cast it aside with a flick of the wrist and he blew on the wounded diget with a chuckle, the injury soon healing up naturally. “When I try to find out answers from these little critters, they bite me. As if… They ar’ more scared of the boar, then they are of me.” Ominous overshadowing engaged.

[Mab]

Mab heard a bleeping noise. And something blinked on the edge of her eyesight. The blinking thing was annoying and she tried to get rid of it. Failing terribly at it she heard another bleeping noise. Interrupting her search for the rocking boar hunter she tried to figure out what the hell just happened. Once the girl managed to open her menu screen she noticed she had two new messages. She opened the first message that said “Nxt to tree.” Mab felt somewhat confused as she looked around and noticed several trees in her vicinity. That would be a troubling thing indeed if this was the only clue she would get.

“There are waay to many frigging trees to understand this riddle!”

Mab complained, feeling somewhat frustrated. It was then she remembered that she had received a second message. She sighed in relief when she understood the message. She understood that if she kept goofing around and not staying in one place Mab would make it harder to be found. Mab decided to stay where she was and very un-lady like flopped down on the ground. If she needed to score points on elegance she would have failed. Sitting comfortably she would wait to be found. Not sure how long this would take the girl looked around to see if someone was approaching her.

After some time she could see a dwarf in the distance. “A dwarf! For real!” yes this might be one of the first times the druid noticed a dwarf. She had not met that many adventures yet, and this could be the first time of her seeing a dwarf. When the bearded fellow approached her, mab looked at him with big shiny eyes. “Hello Tobin.” Mab said, “I am Mab, soon to be; great druid of the North!” Mab proclaimed proudly while holding out her hand so the dwarf could shake it.

It all too soon became clear what the grand quest was. To find a boar named Gerald. So Tobin could ride him around. “Have you misplaced your steed?” Mab asked innocently still looking wide eyed at the gruff dwarf. “Well it is of no matter, I will help you find Gerald!” Mab decided firmly. Others would be joining in this quest well that suited Mab just fine. It was true she was not much of a fighter at all. She had no skills really pertaining to that, but if she could help navigate the lands to find Gerald she would gladly be of assistance. “Do you have a general direction where this beast is?” Mab asked Tobin. If this was the case that would greatly help in this search. If not well then part of the fun is the travelling involved for an adventurer.

From Tobin’s interaction between him and the squirrel it became abundantly clear that he had no clue where the noble steed was. "Right!" Mab said, acknowledging that he had no clue. Well that just made it that much more interesting. D

“Do you know who will be joining us?” Mab asked Tobin sounding very curious. When she asked Mab all off a sudden was surrounded by tiny pink fluffy cloudlike stuff around her.

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[Bast]

Bast finally gave up his attempt at Bartering down a Person of the lands armour store sure it should be possible to do so he felt since they were real-ish people but they were fixed on the prices just like the game guess that is another vote for trapped in a game… though it could be a vote for poker face of need, desires and appeal of Bast and his shabby starter gear. Putting it on and equipping the Spear he also failed to haggle down, he sighed and went in search of some enterprise he could use to earn the coin to have good nights drink to celebrate this new leather armour apparel as common the appearance it might have he liked it for how it just felt and looked like tough leather that could protect him more. He started making his way towards the



“DO YOU LIKE HEAVY METAL? THIS QUEST IS ALL ABOUT HUNTING THE METALIST OF BOARS TO BE MY NOBLE STEED, JOIN THIS PARTEEHHH AND ROCCKKKK ONNNNNN”


A message was sent out, an answer to his money qualms…probably not, but a fun activity to celebrate the clothing was just as good as a drinking night…well good enough anyway. He opened up the HUD and scrolled round to the message part and sent his reply “Sure count this bard in. It’s time to ROCK! Where should we meet? Ps. aren’t you the dwarf that wore the maid outfit and brought the brew to the clean-up event? Or have I got you mixed up with someone else?”


Sending that he kept moving in the direction of the woods thinking it likely the spot to meet since the Iron boar was found in the greatwoods. But wouldn’t the elite creature be further in the woods and not so close to civilization. While thinking on this another message appeared on open channel he ignored it, then hearing a constant call growing louder and louder, “Mister rocking Boar Hunter! Yoohoo! Are you there?” a message that made him look in the direction of it. Had that been a mistake, he didn’t know but what was done was done and the blinding bright clothes this lass wore made him quickly look away and then back again as if he was unsure if his eyes had got everything correct the first time.


Looking at the brightly clothed girl with her excited happy expression the biggest most repeated thought that crossed his mind was “Did she really say Yoohoo?” Pointing in the direction of the woods he stood there gaping feeling like he should be offering his hand to shake but he just stood there instead wondering if her brightness was contagious and his ordinary brown tan leathers that even in its *New* condition looked worn and was creasing from his movements would on contact be infected and brighten to copy her lime green one or would find its own brand of brightness. He felt his fear as unfounded and impossible as it should be still could prove to be reality in this girls world…where did she find those armours?


He was turning away as she sat down either she was doing something else or they would meet again but having felt an idiot standing there he wasn’t going to try and see if she had noticed, he didn’t think she did or maybe hope was a better word for it. Walking off in the direction of the woods he got a reply once he was within the tree line saying he was going into town. So Bast turned back around and walked into the crowds the jostling he thought he saw the dwarf but the next moment he was gone. Searching among this crowd for a dwarf was more a search for a gap between the heads, he wasn’t any real good at this.



After getting him, his new cloths and somehow his hair into a mess he found himself back where the girl in her multi-coloured brightness was sat, with the dwarf. Well, here goes nothing, walking up to the two in his bedraggled state “So would you two be happy to have a Bard with you to help tell of this great deed? I’m Bast by the way, though I think if you’re Tobin we’ve met in the great clean event that is stuck in my memory so well you might think it was still going on.” Smiling if a little more the exasperated way someone does when they have had to go back and forth to reach the same conversation he had previously tried to start but failed.



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[Scoria]

...what.

Scoria scratched the back of his neck and picked himself up from the nearest tree, walking along the path as he heard the call. Someone had to answer, after all, and it wasn't hard to locate Tobin. He was loud, he was proud, and he was apparently trying to be Elder Tale's first rapping dwarf. He hadn't been aware until just now that someone could send out a 'local' message to people in the area, but you learned something new every day. Scoria's steps were rather light as he moved across the path and settled into a slow walk as he came across the druid of the north and the rapping dwarf. Was Tobin drunk...? Had Scoria not known beforehand that Tobin simply seemed immune to the effects of alcohol, he might have made such an assumption, but instead... Well, the proof of Tobin's weirdness was right in front of them. Still, helping Tobin get a steed sounded amusing. The glaring druid first set his glare on Tobin, then on Mab. So that was her name. Scoria almost scoffed at her self-proclaimed title, knowing very well that as far as the allegorical cold northern wind went, this druid was much more like the sun. Still, she could call herself whatever she wanted. "Is that so?"

Scoria's glare was, in no uncertain terms, harsh and critical. But then again, anyone who had seen Scoria before knew that the Scoria Glare ^TM was a permanent fixture on the former Scribe's face, to the point that it almost didn't indicate how he felt at all. At some point while Scoria had walked up, Bast had appeared, but Scoria hadn't paid him any attention until now. Technically speaking, Scoria had arrived after the bard, but his acknowledgment of the bard's arrival almost gave off the impression that Scoria had arrived first. That was probably why his nickname was the Ice Bitch. At any rate, Bast was saying words about bards and joining the group or whatever, but Scoria was an asshole and just invited himself. Because that's what Scorias do. Scoria was coming along. Sucks to be this party. Speaking of things that sucked, Scoria flicked his wrist and cast one of his familiar summons, Grey Wolf. The wolf was no longer the small pup that it used to be, coming up just a bit taller and a bit higher than before. It was definitely older and snapped its jaws at Scoria as the glaring druid glared at the wolf. Tongue of nature smoothly took care of a bit of the rest, not that his familiar couldn't understand him anyway. Well, Scoria was careful to be vaguely quiet about it so he didn't start looking like he was barking out of nowhere. "Iron-Tusked Gerald... Interested?"

The quiet, barking laugh of his familiar told him all he needed to know. Despite the irritated look the wolf gave him, it ran up to Tobin and rubbed up against him, fur bristling against the dwarf's legs. Scoria squinted, quietly questioning whether that wolf was actually a cat, before shrugging and glancing around. "Looks like he'll help you..." Tobin should have known this clearly already, considering their previous encounters, but levels did not mean a lot to Scoria. Nor did he actively lend his aid and do things for other people unless he was feeling especially nice, which he currently wasn't. He'd mostly just tag along and keep other things off of Tobin as he attempted to engage the Iron-Tusked swine. The rest was whatever. This was his adventure and Scoria was not the type to take the protagonist or hero role needlessly.

[Tobin]

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The dwarf seemed taken aback at the girl's reaction of his appearance, blue hued gaze broke from hers as she assaulted him with the foul magic of "MOE", a not so ancient magic produced from the far off land of Japan. Sure, the personality behind the mask of Tobin had grown up in Liverpool, a centre of multi-culturalism, but that served as a poor defence against truly foreign magic’s. Well, that or her clothes were blindingly bright. A chuckle escaped his lips as he simply tilted his head forwards and extended his hand to grip hers in a firm shake, despite being significantly shorter (though he didn't know by how much, since her expressed height was not listed on her character sheet) his hand was large and firm. All these weird proportions made him dwarf and probably a source of entertainment for the humanoid, adding to his obscure charm.

"Of the north? Interestin', I had travelled from ther' long ago, in a time long ago in a place not so far away. Nowaday, I be the Iron Dwarf of Lands End, my saga is sometimes spoken softly for that night a beast was unleashed, that consumed many a spirit."

He cryptically replied then continued with his explaination as he released her hand, his gaze flicked to the bard as he nodded. He didn't see the crowds that he spoke of since they were still firmly within the great wood, hence the there were only really them. Made tracking the party easier as he looked down at the message and chuckled.

"The Dwarf was I, though ya must have caught me on a thursday." What exactly that meant, he didn't clarify. He seemed to freeze breifly though as he digested the rest of the sentance. Yummy. "Though I know what'cha mean, almost as if the day stopped, no? String Theory in motion, because I had a lot of threads cut short recently. Ahahahah!" Cue canned laughter. The dwarf blinked as he noticed the Scoria, how long had the winds of the north been here? "I be glad to hav' ya aboard anyway! Always wondered when I see a bard 'ere."

-Hopefully it won't turn out like Sir Robin, with the bard singing of my other tales.-

With that the dwarf pushed the thought of terror out of his hand and turned his gaze upon the druid, if Mad had indeed been a druid of the north someday, then Sorcia was certainly the artic wind that kissed the land in winter. Despite the gaze he found he could muster a smile, he hadn't known he was in the area but his pressence was reassuring in much the same way that the wind was, it kept the land quiet while sending chills into spine.

"Ahhh, good ta see ya milk drinker!"

He let a moment pass as he made up the absence of greeting, tasting how the jest had gone down, though funnily enough that was a story of praise and his cast iron stomach. As the wolf approched him he lightly clasped a hand over one of his ears and fondled it, his fingers massaged the base of it's ear fondly as cupped the side of the canines head. Naturally being a dog owner he found that they had a relief centre there that they really enjoyed head.

“Good boy, how’s the little one by the way? Not seen her since she saved mah life, twice.”

The question naturally came out as a matter of curiosity, though the wolves nose would prove invaluable in this quest, with that he quickly checked his messages to respond to the bright sunshine of Mad, a tad concerned that she was beaming pink at him. Dat Dwarf appeal.

“There might be one more fella comin’ along, lv 1 guy, maybe, if he come’s it be a good experience for him. Either way, we betta get down to business, this is the plan.”

With the party of adventurers almost assembled, the quest could begin.

(Bahahah! I talk too much. Either way, the thread will continue here as a mentoring thread, where the plucky new adventurers will learn the art of survival! And not to dwarf. Feel free to continue convos there. Continued here: log-horizon.proboards.com/thread/2265/strider-hunter-mentor-thread-closed)