Tobin Strider: Boar Hunter [Mentor Thread/Closed]

[Tobin]

(OOC: I am mentoring Mab, Bast and Raiu to my understanding. Sorcia will are also here, lets make a show out of this! Previous thread was: log-horizon.proboards.com/thread/2247/tobin-steve-strider-hunter-closed?page=1&scrollTo=9452 )

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With the party now gathered, and with a second thread retroactively prepared to meet prerequisites, Tobin decided to lay down his plans for this personal mission of his so that everyone in the party was up to speed. After all, the dwarf hated lengthy introductions.

"Well to lay it down flat ta ya, I am after the elite mob the game refers to as Gerald. I been' looking fo him myself for the few hours, but for a big fellow I haven't been able to pickup his trail yet. Put simply, I want to find him and mak' him mah steed." He paused momentarily, now that he thought about it this had been the first time he had setup a party of his own. This quietly amused him. "So yeah I imagine the big fella to be surrounded by boars, so basically I want us to spread out, find some sign of the beast, its companions or its tracks. Alternatively if you‘re an animal tamer ya that try and subdue nature around ya, as it's likely to know it's domain, though best of luck getting any of these buggas to work for ya." The dwarf rose to his feet, his eyes turned to the sky as he pondered any further information points he needed to bring up.

"Oh and ya, for fecks sake don't bring a mob train down on ya, I mean I know some of ya are level 1 but if ya pull level 32 brie weasels or something onto ya then your on ya own. Theres only one of us here that is relatively high levelled, though obviously if ya draw a little attention we are ta help each other out, and show ya newbies how a parteh should work together. Lastly, I need to earn a couple more levels of animal taming to tame the big fella, I believe I have most of them so far so hopefully that won't be a problem. Any ova questions?"

The dwarf paused as he accepted any questions, then once that period was done he would rise to his feet. He would likely remain close to the centre of this loose formation for the moment, partly to let them approach the situation without his bias, partly so that he could help them if they encountered any difficulty, partly because the author is short on time.

"Alrighty then, spread out and lets find ourselves the bacon! Sorcia, I hope ya don’t mind me askin’, does ya wolf have the scent of boar, or will he be needin’ a sample?"


(OOC: Welcome! The posting order is the order we post in. There’s certain flexibility in post order but once you have posted you will have to wait for me to post again, something I will only do after everyone else has posted. E.g. Tobin always starts the next round of posting. The point of this is for us all to have fun, a bit of creative roleplaying followed by a royal rumble.

Oh, and don’t find the big fellow too quickly.)

[Mab]

Mab understood the directives clearly and flashed a smile at her partners in crime. Finding the big walking batch of bacon should prove a suitable challenge. It was perfect because the girl wanted very much to hone her path finding skills. Making effort to toggle on her skill battle perception; Mab was good and ready to go. Worrying about team formation was something the girl would never think of. That would be the main reason she never mentioned it. She looked around wondering what direction to take. Mab had not really been thinking about were this creature could be hiding, or how many boars would be surrounding it. However it seemed to make sense that they would not be close by. As Gerald probably counted as a mini boss. None of those lived very close by. Or so she believed.

Waiting for the druid to answer Tobin’s question the girl drew her attention to the bard. Mab looked at him and said, “Hi Bast, nice to meet you. My name is Mab.” The girl shortly introduced herself. Bast like herself seemed quite new to the adventuring experience. Mab extended her hand to the bard. While she did so she noticed something odd. She met but a few people that where larger in size than she was. It seemed that Bast was not one of them. In comparison the stern looking druid was only a few centimetres taller as she was. Not sure if she should buy a “height complex” this because everyone Mab met seemed so tiny. Mab was sure there was a store somewhere that would sell these mental conditions. If not there was probably a black market for these. Deciding not to fret about it now she gave it no further thought. Not sure what to make of the bard she was curious what he could do. Wondering if she should ask him would prove meaningless because they were about to set out. Suppressing her need for asking questions with great effort she just smiled happily instead.

Today was the start of a great adventure. With people she had never met before, or really did not know that well. This was exciting indeed, the girl surmised quietly. Looking forward to their departure she made one final check to see if all her belongings were in place. “Food check, water check, staff check, Clothes check; well all seems to be in order.” The girl decided quietly. Looking back at the dwarf and the druid to see if they had come to a conclusion whether or not the wolf could use scent to find a trail she waited patiently for them.

“So who goes up front?”

Mab asked after the druid and the dwarf had reached a conclusion. Mab was curious because of her skill. It did help in avoiding certain dangers if caught on time.... However if others wanted to take point. She would not object as she could care less really. As long as the fun started all was right with the world.

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Tags: Tobin - Bast - Scoria

[Bast]

(OOC: If you’re happy to have me as an apprentice I technically am one and would love some wise knowledge on beer drinking and being relaxed in all matter of situations even that of wearing dresses I believe was something you offered to tutor me in though I think adventuring seems to be the manner in this quest.)


Bast was fine letting Tobin and the druid or maybe more precise his pet…or should that be companion, he could never tell, plan the direction the party should go in. Bast wondered a bit about the wolf and the lad he was a druid he decided so to keep away from names like pet just in case he had come by the animal in a more partner like way might help he thought…possibly, or he could be over thinking things. Leaving them to the question of the wolf and its knowledge on the scent of pigs, he turned to bright coloured girl that seemed to be introducing herself.



So her name is Mab and she… was she really trying to access if she was taller than the other druid, he wasn’t sure if he should laugh or cry when she seemed to come to the decision the lad was taller than her, he couldn’t decide if she was happy or sad at the knowledge either so he tried to stay quiet. And decided to move to the back of the party if there was a line he wasn’t going to be needed up front sure when they entered the right area he could use his “prediction” skill to see if the walking iron bacon was spawning anywhere close but that would only really matter if the thing had died from another party hunting it, it was better to believe it was alive and wondering about for pathfinders to scout out than to look for its spawn points and wait for it to spawn.


He thought he heard the lass mumbling but when he strained to listen and heard “clothes check” part of him wanted to believe she meant spare but another part wondered if she was like Nari and “forgot” clothes at times though she was in such bright ones he was certain she was wearing them today. When hearing her talk about up front he stopped thinking and questioned taking out his harmonica true we would be going into higher level territory than he normally ventured in but he did like to play a little music while he walked it was a perk of the class he had gained why wouldn’t he use it…but telling creatures of their presence the whole way wasn’t probably the best way to find and sneak up on something so that was that. Sighing he twiddled his spear around instead. Waiting for that of the party to decide its front man or woman that will lead us on to more bacon-e pastures or woodland he guessed.


“So which way to the Heavy metal bacon, I’ll follow whomever thinks they know best cause I have no clue, never met a Gerald.”


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Tags: Tobin Mab Scoria

[Scoria]

Again, what.

Right, Scoria was technically helping Tobin find himself a bear... Boar? Boar. Anyway as far as semantics about events went, Scoria was technically a mentor and was theoretically getting rewards for this. How nice. Assuming they all got five posts in or whatever. Anyway, he was helping out the token dwarf in an adventure to find Gerald. And really that didn't amount to that much, because while he might have normally been marginally helpful, this time, he wasn't whatsoever. Maybe he'd be helpful fending off boars later, but for now, he was just leeching the exp off of the rest of the party. Hahahaha. Take that, party members. All your experience belongs to meeeeeee. Oh wait he was being mentioned in Tobin's speech, he should probably speak up. "I won't so much as lift a finger." Which was true, because the entirety of Scoria's addition to this party came from his wolf familiar. The same familiar that was purring contentedly and rubbing up against Tobin like it was some sort of feline.

Now this whole thing might have possibly gone a little faster had either of two conditions been fulfilled. First, Scoria and his wolf encountering Gerald even once before this. They hadn't, so the scent was not given. Not even any boars really, because most of the time his forest sprite took the stage instead of the wolf. Second, the canine creature wasn't feeling particularly cooperative, especially not to Scoria. Classic familiars, going through their teenage rebellious phase. The wolf, as a familiar, could at least understand the most basic English and turned towards Tobin before pulling itself up on its hind legs and dropping its front paws on Tobin's somewhat low shoulders. And then it shook its head side to side. That was pretty much answered, the familiar hadn't. As for the rest of the party... well, Mab was doing something. Scoria really had no idea, seeing as she was just looking around. Yeah okay good for her. Bast was... was he hiding behind Scoria? The druid turned around to glare at the bard, eyes a piercing red as he did the Scoria Glare. Thirty levels of Courtesan was a mean thing.

Scoria wasn't exactly armed, as even his grimoires were tucked away, but if there was one thing he probably had enough of to contribute, it was experience. Unfortunately, he had no way of knowing that Bast was a fortune teller or that Mab was a pathfinder, so that wasn't being included in his assessment but... "Depends on subclasses. Tobin is an Animal Trainer, obviously, and my subclass is of no use here, but if we have a pathfinder, up front with you. The wolf is up front as well. I'm in the back. The other positioning probably doesn't make a big difference." Yup. Personally, he'd prefer that Tobin stay near the front and Bast be in the center, and that absolutely no one went behind him. Besides that it didn't make a huge difference because his wolf would follow Tobin's lead on finding scents and hunting down Gerald. For now though, the wolf was back to nuzzling the dwarf's legs. Oooooooooookay.

[raiu]

[OOC: Sorry for making you all wait. I didn't know this had gotten started. Welp, time to get the gears turning. Also, I'll set his speech to be a refreshing yellow as contrast.]
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There are two things one is unlikely to find in a forest: scribes and scholars. Typically, one would find such creatures in the safe, if dusty, confines of civilization with the only peril was carpal tunnel from extended use of their quills and scrolls. However, one such thing bearing resemblance to both types was residing in the woods, and even planning on delving deeper into the forest. That thing was Raiu, a cleric that had the word Academia defined in every aspect. There were two ways to explain his surroundings: he was being kidnapped by the quarto, or there was an "epic" quest to be done. Fortunately, the former was not the case (not that it would be of much use given certain adventurer skills available to everyone), so a quest was in order. The epic part, however, could only be used VERY loosely.

Still, the scholar noted as he leaned against a tree, you would be hard pressed to find a more suboptimal party line up. A monk, a bard, two druids and a cleric. Well, at the very least, they would have no trouble keeping the monk's HP up, as well as being fully redundant if one of the healers is killed. Besides, more people just meant more fodder for the friend list. Fodder always had a use in Elder Tale.

 He half listened to the dwarf as he told the meaning of their partying, filtering out the... "local color" from the dwarf's drawl. It seemed that they were going after some 'heavy metal' named boar by the name of Gerald because Tobin wanted it as a mount. Not the most insane idea yet to come from a player (the "Lever Incident" on the NA server took the cake for that), but not the most sane one either. All in all, it was a good enough reason to get out of town. The question of marching order came up, to which each quickly gave their mind. "I'll stay with Tobin at the middle of the party. That way I can make sure my Reactive Heal can reach everyone. If we find anything new out here, I'll give you all as much warning as I can."

The rather round scholar pushed himself out of the tree, wobbling a little bit as he settled on his staff. "I assume that we are ready to set off. To adventure, and all that." Hopefully he could get some information out of this. Without information, he was rather useless in this regard. If only he could find a true library...

[Tobin]

(The last guy will no longer be joining us, apprently he's gone off on an absence. Though I will try and sort something out later when he returns.)

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The dwarf kept a relatively stoic expression as he watched the adventurers organise themselves, raising a slight eyebrow at the druid's deft avoidance of the question. They seemed to do much less then he would of liked, since he would of likely approved any of their endeavours since their aim was to search the area for a particular elite mob. After all, if he knew where to find the thing, he likely wouldn’t have asked for help.

But it was fine since they had questions and he would try to answer them with all his sagely knowledge. A hand combed out his beard as he did just that, I mean, it wasn't as if he was going to chuck level 1's at the boss, right? Sorcia had answered most of them, but the dwarf saw a little more to add. The new member came along, his eyebrow raised, now that he thought about it; there were a lot of healers here. The dwarf gave a chuckle in amusement; at least there wouldn’t be a shortage of aspiring healers in the future. That and he were decisive enough to know where he should be standing.

“Ahhh Greetings! Glad ya can make it. We were just about ta setoff” Names could wait till later, he guessed. They were all raring to go.

"Well, ya, as said I’m not expecting to partially see trouble, but I’ll be followin’ pathfinder, Bard is probably closest thing we have to off tank." He jabbed a thumb at himself to indicate, the bard was probably the best thing they had to an off tank though this didn’t include the purring wolf and Sorcias gaze. Yes, just the trademarked gaze. ”The rest of the party are a bit more flexible. Personally, fannin’ out ta find a spore might be an idea.” A spore refers simply to disturbance left behind by a presence of a beings passing. “It can be an animal, it can be a spore left by the disturbance of greenery. I mean, ideally I would find a boar and make it lead us to its pack, or at least cow it enough to run to relative safety." Basically, even though they couldn’t track prints they could likely find other signs of activity that could narrow the search band and by process of elimination make it easier.

That felt good, almost as if he was a level 1 two weeks ago... Well, actually he probably was a week ago, got to pity the foo who look up to him as a mentor. Still, his idea had merit to him. Find the spore, follow it to its source, profit. The dwarf silently gestured the way he had come from, up north and started to stroll. During this his eyes would be scanning idly for signs of life primarily with the wolf beside him, since it would likely be his responsibility if the party stumbled across the boar’s or other wild life.

“Keep an eye out, while the big fella is unlikely to be hostile immediately, walking into his pack will mean we havta be ready. I mean, it was about over this way, they been here.” He gestured ahead of him to a small clearing, though it wasn’t immediately apparent, the grass here had been chewed quite significantly, and there seemed to be a hollow in the ground that contained a slurry, that may had been used as a mud bath, or worse at some point. Though the relative dryness, along with the amount of regrowth meant that it had been some time since this area was inhabited. Tobin had done his studies and knew a little about postmortem examination of a scene. Perhaps the authors degree was finally proving to be useful. “They been here some time ago, though I lost the trail since then.”

(OOC: Sorry for keeping it brief. Basically what is going to happen is that everyone will take it in turns to find things. If you do find something, it is fine to make the assumption that we will alter course. Basically, we are looking for paths of much disturbance, so for the pathfinder this is likely to be smaller tracks with obviously bigger tracks. Anyone else? Be creative, find rivers, a whole pile of droppings for the dwarf to smell, or maybe even spot something from a distance to inspire a gentle jog! Though please pm me if you want input.
Alternatively, if you want me to be a bit more proactive, or the style is unsuitable, I'll try and take that aboard. Just I don't tend to run threads. XD )

[Mab]

Why oh why did it turn out this way? Mab wondered. How she ended up in front of the search party somewhat baffled the path finding druid. Somehow she felt that when she asked so who goes up front, it would somehow turn out to be her. Well truth be said it made sense to let the path finder go first. Did that mean she had to somehow find the path to Gerald. Without clues, without any sort of direction to go to. Well at least that meant that it was probably alright to pick just about any direction. However some area’s Mab knew where useless to search as they only spawned low level goblins, especially closer to the city. Mab decided not to share her thoughts on the matter with the group just yet. She wanted to find Gerald with her own abilities. Her pride in her abilities compelled her to do so. Not that she had that many ability to speak of yet. To Mab this was a challenge she gladly put herself apply herself too.

She was curious where they had been and what kind of creatures they had met but that would also spoil her fun in finding out herself. Where would I live if I was a boar? The druid asked herself. What do boars eat? Mab continued questioning, hoping to find some sort of reasoning that could lead to a certain area on the map. “Savill Grove seems to be the home of a host of invading Slimes, going there........” The girls shrugged her shoulders, “Is probably pointless.” She shrugged. Having mostly decided the area where she wanted to go. “Let’s try in Windsor Greatwood.... Unless there are objections to that?” Mab said looking at the group to either agree or disagree and state their objections. If there were no objections the girl would turn on her heels and walk towards the city limits. While she turned around she put up her fist in the air and repeated Raiu’s inspirational words.

“To adventure.... and all that!”

The girl started walking towards the edge of town. Heading towards the Windsor Greatwood should pose no real surprises. Mab had been there before. The way there was not very confusing. The challenge would start once there. Of this Mab was sure. No longer hesitating the girl energetically headed into the unknown. The first part of the walk was rather uneventful. Finding her way to the great wood was not that difficult it was a clear cut path. At the edge of the greatwood the girl stopped dead in her tracks. Looking behind her she just said.

“Well the real search begins here!”

Mab stated. The girl figured it would not be needed to said that it would be good for everyone to start looking for unusual signs. “The best place to start looking for is I guess a pond or some other watering hole?” Every creature needed to drink as far as Mab understood. If they could find traces of Gerald there it would be a good starting point.

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Tags: Tobin - Scoria - Bast raiu

[Bast]

A part of him found Tobins words higher shock than Scoria’s gaze “Tank?” welp that was going to be a sight. He didn’t really have much in the line of defensive abilities in fact the only one that made him feel slightly up for the job was his Battle conduct a skill to make a target enemy only take agro from it’s current target…from there he would take a book from animated comedies and video game scheming a run around in circles the skill only lasts 5 seconds while it had a 20 second cool down but with that and large amounts of buffs for the times… no he would have to fight it during that time it would be the best period to stack up the aggro on himself, as much as a support class doesn't want such things…it was the best idea, well-being it’s targets fine the party has three healers, he’ll be fine, his armour was no better than the druids but you don’t put a healer as a front man…not unless they are wearing plate and then you hide behind the recovering shield…but that wasn’t a thing in elder tales, so he would have to do.



Bast was unsure of where to stand in line but with the wolf and bright girl leading, Scoria scaring any who dare to come close to falling behind him that left the middle so to get away from the eyes and be in some manner close to the ideas of a tank he went to front mid and followed the directions of the two in tune with natural knowledge could seek are pray with said means, while he scanned with Prediction for any boars that spawned hoping for Gerald himself but as Tobin had said any would do to help seek a area with them as inhabitants. He didn’t see any but his shoe found some lovely droppings…sadly from the shape and size he would guess rabbit and not boar, so simply continued following the party after scrapping his shoe against a log and twiddling a bit more of the ball like excrement free with a twig. Hopefully he could try washing the scent off it in a river if they found one, if not he would see if swapping his starter shoes back and forth solved the problem. And if that didn’t work just straight up swap for the starter shoes would be his best bet, and to watch where he was stepping, yeah watching where he treads might be useful. Glad he wasn’t a pathfinder or the thought of that would have been far more embarrassing than it already was, and it was already a bad miss step really.



Keeping an eye out for boars, appearing monsters, their types and their excrement now he continued to follow the two creatures that know the path, the bright eyed one and the one adorned in brightness. It all kind of made him think of Rudolf and the story reason for placing him in front was his Bright nose. Are lights to find are way he smiled and followed on.




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[raiu]

(Bluh! Sorry for the wait. It's a little harder to get back into the swing of things than I thought.)
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It is always the most inopportune times where one requires missing items. At the moment, Raiu had encountered one such time. As the famous saying went "My kingdom for a..." pen and paper. Oh well, it was a butchered saying anyway. The rather unfortunate part was that both items were easily obtainable through the Scribe crafting menu, as well as a few shops for the most basic of materials. The truly tragic part was that the majority of his starting funds had been tied up in various living expenses while he looked for the London Library. Hopefully it would contain a wealth of in game knowledge, which would be near heaven for a lore addict like him. But, until he found the library itself, he was going to have to focus on the daily expenses, which involved hunting.

While he was deliberating on the past (thoughts, Griffin! Don't get lost in them!), the others spoke, giving a little more insight into their experiences, as well as who they really were. The dwarf with the username Tobin spoke quite a bit, using MMO terms (albet, rather basic ones thus far) while attempting to be "hip". He was likely someone who has familiarity with the game, so perhaps twenties? The "pretty"(as it was what the effect accomplished) Druid with the username Mab had a sort of energy to her, so the easiest (and thus, the most probable) outcome was that she was young. Choosing not to dwell on the unpleasant reality, Raiu decided to move on. The remaining two party members were rather blank. The Druid with the dwarf loving wolf had an air and look about him that said he had better things to do, for some purpose. The Bard was also a blank, having said very little (possibly the type that spoke when he meant it). He would have to find more out of the quartet sooner or later (preferably sooner). Who knew, perhaps they would make a decent basis for a book.

After a short time, 'Mab' was chosen as the vanguard, which made sense due to her Pathfinder subclass, and she led the quartet out of London, into the grand forest outside. Distances always seemed bigger when one had to actually move their legs, rather than just click a mouse. Once they were in the forest proper, the hunt began and his knowledge would be of use. "Going by previous hunting quests," Raiu started, in response to Mab's question, "Watering holes tend to be excellent places to start... Let's see..." He closed his eyes and looked up, thinking. "Boars... No, not meerkats... Ah, there we go!" He looked back at Mab. "On the off chance that the boar is in a rut, it could be making marks on trees, so that could be another sign."

[Tobin]

(OOC: I am a little dry atm, so forgive me if my attempt at humour backfires. XD Again, please PM me if you think any of my expectations are too great. ^__^)

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The dwarf sighed, though there was a lot of idea suggesting, the amount of action occurring was actually relatively low, with the vast majority of the content consisting of opinions of the party (Which of course, is a fantastic asset of it's own! For interaction with other players is fantastic) and possible options, rather then actions. While indeed the standard rule of not controlling players stands firm, often group activities of this nature would occur over a long period of time, thus each member could potentially control the group for the abstract amount of time towards finding the boar.

Additively, the author and Tobin by extension both found describing long sequences of events as encumbersome activity, but it was often the action, rather then the thought, that he would be able to act on in subsequent posts. Unfortunately a lack of actual discovery meant that Tobin had relatively little to comment on. The come away lesson? Be bold, find things. As long as it's fairly reasonable and relatable to the subject matter, the author would have very little to complain about, after all. Just because Tobin was round leader, doesn't mean that he had to be the guy to find big daddy bacon, just merely the one to tame him.

Tobin blinked, a mental reminder set aside for the author to back off from making such heavy comments in the future. He was sometimes such a tension breaker whenever he dropped a fist full of metagaming advice. Still the point was made. It was time to drive the drum along, otherwise it would be nightfall when they found the boar and being in the great woods in the middle of the night was not an appealing prospect, even for the level 14 monk.

"Indeed, ya all hav' good ideas 'bout how to track the creature, but we hav' yet to set eyes on da beast. Ye have the right ideas thus far, now we just hav’ ta cast the net out and see wut we can catch! Bahaha! Pathfinder, ya be finding a trace of boar with ya magical eye, the rest of ya? look for signs."

The dwarf straddled off into the great forest, with Mab leading from the front and the wolf at his side, it wasn't an easy task by any stretch of the imagination. Within the next hour they had combed several miles of widerness and had found relatively little sign of recent activity, until, at the location of a small waterfall a single creature was detected by a party, a lonesome boar briling, having a drink by the waters edge. Tobin raised his hand into a fist and geasured for only the wolf to follow him.

"This is my fortie, watch n' learn."

With the stealth of a crawling badger the vertically challenged monk crept towards the clearing, his step swift as he used the sound of water to mask his sound as he gained ground on the distracted creature,. By the time the threat had been recognised in it's small, dark eyes, the dwarf had closed to within a dozen steps of the creature.

"Shhhh little one, lets nut make a meal out of yo... I mean this."

The common words were questionable, but the tone was soft as he peered into its soul with his eyes that conveyed a caring light, an intention to gain a mutual benefit from one mammal to another (NO, not that). To his will it submitted and in return he presented an apple to its muzzle, a humbling offering of peace, before the inquiry was made.

"Now there little buddy, where is Gerald?"

"Snort-Snuffle-snort"

At this point a very important fact occurred to the dwarf, an error in his previous inquiry that had only occurred to him just now, a fact that would be uttered under strained lips and a rose hued face, embarrassment.

"... Oh, I don't have tongue of nature. Dat explains a lot."

Tobin sighed and stroked his beard, for the moment letting the boar youngling roam free as his mind wandered. What would Steve Irwin do in this situation?

Flashback

.... With a scratch of his head he pushed such thoughts from his mind, picked the boar up, held it to the wolf for it to sniff, before flicking his tamed creature on its snout and watched it flee squealing, a natural response for a level 1 creature to make when flicked on the nose by a monk. He chuckled as he geastured to the rest of the party to join on him it was now a hunt

"Right, 'eres a fresh trail, lets see wure this rabbit hole goes ta. Let him get a little ahead of us, and lets follow 'im up the creek, if ya get mah meanin'."

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 1 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 529	Tags: Tobin - raiu - Bast	Skills: none used

Mab was stunned by the dwarfs display of speaking to animals. The girl had no idea that this could be done. However it seemed that neither the animal nor the dwarf spoke the same language. Interestingly enough Mab had seen a skill go by that allowed people to speak to the creatures. It was a skill the girl wanted to have at a later time. But as she entered this thread as a first level, even though it appeared on her character sheet, it was unavailable to her at this time.

“Just how deep does the rabbit hole go?”

Mab wondered softly as she followed the bunny from a safe distance. Through shrubbery, bushes, and undergrowth; Mab followed the bunny beast without err. She did not let the creature get out of sight.

Mab looked at her staff, and wondered if it was smart to follow the bunny up the creek with such a short paddle. Mab had not much time to think about it. As she followed the tiny bunny into a clearing something weird was going on. It seemed like Mab was staring up the butthole of a large creature. Coming to a full stop the girl slowly and so very quietly moved backwards. Not wanting to stare into that black abyss any longer. Once Mab was at a safe distance the girl did a mime. Pointing to where the large butthole was, making movements that spread her arms indicating something big and dangerous was standing there. She however remained absolutely silent as she did not want to warn the creature of her presence.

Mab had done her job, or so she felt. She had indeed lead the group to find the iron tusked boar. Or Gerald as he was known for. Motioning for the group to move sideways to avoid everyone from suffering the sight of the same horror she did. This off course also meant they gained a better vantage point and could observe the creature and its surroundings. The clearing where the beast held up was not huge, but large enough to house a few more creature. The smaller looking boars, or the young pitted boars were meandering about, nibbling on something on the ground. None of these boars where of a particular high level. Mostly level 1 creatures. However it seemed the Gerald was not alone. This was something Mab had not predicted and it possessed a quandary. How was this group going to deal with four boars and Gerald?

“Any ideas for a strategy?”

Mab softly spoke, to those around her. Mostly looking at the expedition leader. He might not be a general, but it was his plan to begin with. As the druid had only the healing spell and this staff to add to this fight she was unsure what to do. Also Mab had no clue what the others could achieve. Maybe it would be smart to take care of the little ones first, by luring them away or something? Mab had all these ideas that sprung to mind, but felt unsure because this was her first time fighting these beasts, and she had no clue what they could do.

[Bast]

Bast didn’t think he had heard Scoria at all for a while but he wasn’t willing to look back into those eyes, someone else could determine if the lad was still following behind. Mab seemed to be doing some weird waving and pointing she had either found something and wanted us to move sideways out of it’s way or she needed the toilet, the ladies bush had a really long que so she was going in the empty mens bush and to move away from it…he wasn’t sure which but he doubted the epression as her in need of the lue but it was a curious one…never mind his disbelief of any other parts of his previously believed options. He started moving to the side, turning his fortune telling eyes on to read the area. The area scan was conclusive enough as he stared into the ghosty astral form of the boar to be… in fact looking around there were two more to add to the list. Well it would from the timers take somewhere between a minute and two for them to arrive, so they had time to plan but not so much that they shouldn’t act as quickly as they could if they were going to want to decide their own fates and not have it decided for them.


Really Bast thought these guys would reinforce the main party soon enough so, the decisions as he saw it were wait on this group kill them or follow them to Gerald if the waving and gestures wasn’t about Gerald himself at least he was pretty sure it was boar and so the party knew they were around the right place, as she was likely pointing out boars at least, he would guess anyway. He believed that the best plans of action were either dealing with these boars then deal with whatever Mab had found up there, or try to deal with whatever was up there first and hope these guys don’t hear the racket if we take too long, but there was another option; try and lead one of the groups away from the other.



This bardic vagabond attempted to voice these thoughts and plans to those within ear shot of him, and he felt he had provided most the information he had started with “Just a heads up but we are in a nest, is that the right word, would troph be it anyway…three in bound boars to spawn on this spot, in under two minutes. Do we wait for these one’s or deal with Mabs problem up there or scate round both…he have a little bit of time to decide but not much so. I suggest moving sooner rather than later, planning as we go might be our best bet.”



As he said that mab seemed to bring any doubts to what she had seen and was telling us she had found Gerald and some other mobs. So moving on round to a position to see mr Iron-tusked and his minions, he still wasn’t one hundred percent on what to do or if in fact that giant boar was Gerald…but he knew they were about to start either combat or a dragging of Gerald while fleeing tactic. Or at least he thought so but with two druids and a dwarf that tries to talk to the animals our very own doctor Doolittle if not a skilled one, a dwarf on a machine so maybe someone had a peaceful or other planned approach. But doubting having readied weapons pulled out his harmonica while wrapping an arm round his spear so he could swap to it as soon as he played a song. He hovered his fingers over the tune he liked to think helped any combat, Speed Sword Etude, readying his mouth and fingers to play it as soon as people moved onto combat so as everyone was attacking faster…but waiting to maximise the sixty seconds of the attack speeds buff. He waited for the movement or word of anyone that suggested the decision on what to deal with and when, had its fate decided.




[OOC: Anyone who starts the fight, know that Bast is going to cast/play a Speed buff on them to start off the battle so can write it in or act as if they have been buffed as they start it. Hope this is ok, But happy to adjust if not.]
Word count [fortune teller?]: 687
Tags: Tobin Mab raiu Scoria

[Tobin]

(OOC: Considering this is a flexable timeline thread, something I took the care to state at the start I am making the assumption that more than enough time has passed to make a reply. It's been a week since my last post. I do want to keep this moving

Theres also a mild bit of assumption making, in that we opt for the divide and conquer strat. if not? Let me know. Tobin chose Bast for other team since I assume he would be capable of dealing with the boarling’s fairly well. Don’t expect level 1's to be challenging, though somewhat unfortunately the Iron Tusked Boar has a few tricks up his sleeve.

Iron-Tusked Gerald
Level: 10
Type: Beast
Rank: Elite
Nature: Wary
Found in: Windsor Greatwood
Weakness/Resistances: None
Skills:
- Protectionist: Young Pittered Boars and Pittered Boars take 25% less damage when this monster is within 5 meters.
- Rampant Charge: The monster attacks the target head-on and attempts to gouge them with their tusks. Targets who did not defend against this blow suffer minor bleeding damage for the next 30 seconds.
- Boar Cry: Summons 1 Young Pittered Boar and 1 Pittered Boar as reinforcements. They immediately aggro onto the target that the monster is fighting.
Description: One of the lowest-leveled Elite monsters available for beginner Adventurers to fight. Its displayed level is 10 but it fights like a Level 15 monster and possesses a fair bit more HP, so be warned. This rare spawn of a large mountain boar is distinctive in its large tusks roughly twice the length of a regular Pittered Boar's. It spawns near the beginner areas of the Greatwood and is not initially aggressive unless an Adventurer harms a fellow boar while in its direct line of sight.


So yeah, it will be quite a hard fight. Everything below the line makes the assumption that everyone is onboard with the suggested outline. Feel free to get back quickly.)

Word Count: 812 HP: 78% MP: 85%


Tracking the Iron Tusk Boar to his humble abode, the dwarf smiled. It had almost been too easy though that is the result of having an extra set of eyes, an extra sets of hands. He blinked as he listened to the sets of plans, taking the parties input. Of course, it would be difficult to make a balanced sub parties based on the fact all but he and bard were primarily support, though he had formulated the best plan based on what they had.

"Aye, well, ya level one boars probably won't be a huge issue, just mah hands be full controllin' da big fella, keepin' his aggro on me... Bast, ya an Raiu draw off the 'ittle un's here now 'nd take care of them how ya see fit. Ya strong enough ta handle a few 1's, though if you can lose them, all da better. Mab, ya with me. Well as long as I have one healer on sideline, I can cover ya. The wolf watches over boss. Just make sure ya back in time to sing mah saga, hey?"

Needless to say, the Ice Bitches stare would do enough to motivate the party from afar. The dwarf's eyebrow quivered as he recalled a memory admist the talks. Thread continuity was a bugger, but he just thought he had to put it out there.

"Word of warnin', if he realleh starts pressin' me, ya might want to stay back. I hav' short fuse."

With that Tobin waited for the distractions to choose themselves and draw away the boars, the dwarf remained hidden while the distraction party drew the attention of weaker boars, drawing loud squirrs of rage as they aimed to chase off the offending pair. Gerald had been laid at the time basking in the late noon soon and had been the last to rise.

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The Dwarf took a deep breath as he willed a prayer to whomever the call centre up above for a safe hunt, before he broke cover and, with a strong -Wyvern Kick- into its side soon stopped the creature in its tracks, it skidded from the impact before it turned it's one good eye on the dwarf, it's bellow a challenge. The dwarf likely stood out there alone initially as his two hands met in a loud, slow clap, the crackling of knuckles was accompanied by the faint metallic sheen of his –iron body-.

"Iron Tusk, meet Iron dwarf, I don't understand a word ya sayin' but I'mma her' to tame ya if ya just come alo..."

At this point a second bellow echoed out, from out of the cave emerged an additional two boars resulted in a level 3 and level 7 pittered boars, young and regular respectively. The dwarf sighed through his teeth as Bast wasn't too far off the truth with the rumours, the creature could summon it's own reinforcements periodically, a fact that Tobin himself hadn't been aware about. He had no time for second thoughts as Gerard, the size of a small horse, thundered towards him.

"Well, shit."

Without hesitation the dwarf ran forward to meet the charge and attempted to bound over the boar, his leg snagged on the tusk of the beast thundering under him, as a result it caused him to flip uncontrollably, a fact not missed by the other boars that followed. The dwarf cursed as he hit the ground rolling before he lashed out with a zoom punch, striking the lesser of the adult boars in the face and slowing him down, the youngling slammed into the dwarf unimpeded, the dwarf used it’s momentum to roll back to Gerarld and to toss the creature into it. The boar took the blow, flinched, and stared blankly at him, the humour in using it’ young as missles only seemed to enrage it even more.

“Nice catch, bud.”

It’s bellow rang out once more and it thundered towards him, the other boars circled in from his flank as the dwarf laughed at their advance, a single raised fist erupted into orange flame, as they closed Tobin released a roar from his own lungs and pounded the ground, the shockwave from the –Tiger Echo Fist- flung the two lesser boars back, defeating the youngling instantly, but only caused the greater of the boars to shudder to a halt. Tobin didn’t take that as a bad sign, if he could push the creature away in a single blow it wouldn’t make a noble steed. It was also noted that it had only lost around 15% of its health thus far and the other 60%. For a level 10 elite mob it was tough, with brute strength comparable to a level 15 adventurer, Most worthy.

“I got aggro, heal, losing distilled manly here.”

Thus far the dwarf wasn’t really angry, yet. Just a beast on the hunt.

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 11 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 531	Tags: Tobin - Bast raiu	Skills: Heartbeat Healing

The game was on! So to say, the action was about to begin and Mab felt the excitement that came with battle settle in her bones. Adrenaline started rushing through her body and her mind went in overdrive. Paying attention to those on the battlefield, she did as asked, and followed Tobin towards the larger creature. Mab knew firsthand the range and power of the dwarf and made sure not to be too close to him so not to disturb his fighting by getting in the way. There was just no way she would do that again. Last, and only time she did, Mab had a short flying lesson. She learned that she could not actually fly. Gravity had Mab in its firm grasp and had decided not to let go.

“I am with you Tobin!”

Mab said to make sure the dwarf knew that the blonde druid had his back as best she could. Watching intently as the monk engaged the fresh Gerald, and two of its cronies Mab had to decide how she would support the dwarf. A cure bloom would give about seven percent of his hitpoints back, and a Hearbeat healing would heal over time. Something she could cast and would keep healing him for a period of time. This skill also did not draw any aggro. This was good for mab because it kept alternative options open such as a lightning strike at one of the creatures once they were severely wounded and the strike would take them out.

Mab choose for the heartbeat healing at this time. In the end it would serve Tobin the most and she could use cure bloom later to just enhance the rate of healing. Having made up her mind the druid selected the dwarf as her target and released her first spell.

“Heartbeat Healing!”

The monk would notice the healing as he was surrounded in sparking green light. The health bar surely rising back to a better number. Mab was sure the health bar would drop down soon enough. As long as Mab could keep the health bar at least to sixty percent until she could use her next skill the girl was happy enough. Keeping an eye out she tried to see how the others were getting along. As long as they did not engage in combat they should be fine. Mab believed that they could take care of themselves long enough to create a good distraction that would not endanger their lives. Focusing on the battle in front of her the girl looked at the dwarfs antics. His fighting style was impressive and powerful. Mab would never be able to do the things he did. Mab was not afraid to fight when needed. But so up close and personal. It made her feel very uncomfortable just thinking about it. Mab hoped it would not come to the point where she had to use her staff to fight these boars. They looked mighty strong. Well at least in the girl’s perception. She would fight if needed. But for now she would focus on keeping the dwarf alive. That was her battle at this time, as she agreed upon.

[Bast]

Bast liked the rush he felt of the Speed Sword Etude and rushed forward to take on the little guys so that Tobin wouldn’t have too many puny little guys around him while he fought the big Gerald, sweeping his spear in arcs he understood what Tobin meant by tank…he usually thought of the tank as the main standing in front of the main boss wile taunting the others to come his way as well…but all he wanted was crowd control he could do that with the little guys even with a buff in armour for being close to Gerald…curling his spear round he slammed it down on a pigs snout and then rammed it forward between the eyes for good measure and moved on to the next little guy knowing that was probably enough aggro on the this one to focus it on him and sprinted to the next little piggy.

He went in both hands on his short spear to ram it in and push off it noticing the third was attracted to Tobin he was not going to let that happen. He would have liked to believe he knew enough about fighting to know and idiotic move when he saw one…and well in mid-air when the spear didn’t come out but dug further in as gravity, his weight and the original dig in strike left it no reason to do anything other. It peeled away at the pigs flesh splattering the surrounds with pig’s blood. But poor Bast had expected to pull away in a jump to a run, when you get a jolt in mid-air telling you something has gone wrong it is hard to fix in time…air time makes everything move faster for some reason and he was soon slamming to the ground head to boar body to floor, painful in so many ways even if it did look like he was trying to use the boar as a pillow…his neck had got it all wrong.

The plummet in health was his own stupid fault but when pittered boar number 1 came to meet what it had believed it’s enemies whereabouts it charged into its family member instead…the family member at this moment playing a hard painful pillow, the resulting pain burst the pillow pig to bubbly bits Bast head and the little fellow that killed it’s family’s mind did not go so well. But never would it be said he did not have his priorities right or didn’t take advantage of good upward motion, the boar that came in through its bubbling to bit’s brother had with the bubble pushed bast upward painfully but upwards and its impact as Bast himself tried to follow with his weight up bashed his in the ass up. He wasn’t in the air for long he landed mounted on the confused boars back…

No Bast was a silly man, maybe even a madman at times but riding a boar so small and wounded, while it was traumatised by killing family seemed a harsh life even to his bashed up noggins sense of the world; that said he needed to reach the one moving in on Tobin and didn’t want to lose this one. So maybe it was the pain that moved him his legs below him to help move the boar along as much as it hurt as his legs didn’t move in pattern with the boar and skidded his leg around hurting the boars pace and Bast life he circled it round using spear as rudder to boar targeting Tobin and bashed himself his target and one of the summons by Gerald as he tumbled and fumbled around in his charging around in this riggedy raggedy ride. The wobbly ride took him charging, well crumbling and fumbling towards Raiu hoping the other two were following him now...though pain flowing and now controlling him mainly he had no clue if it had worked or not (or in fact just got him more cut up). But the sound of trotters moving behind him helped him believe he was not to be disappointed and had helped Tobin somewhat even if only with the one Tobin had yet to target he knew he was at least doing his job.
“Help or get out of the way, distracting charge coming through.”



1(Kind of)
{Riding}
        {Chaser}
{Tobin already hit}

Word Count:719
Tags: raiu Tobin Mab Scoria

[Tobin]

(OOC: Raiu buddy, I did send you a pm after you messaged me. But you haven't gotten back to me. Let me know if your interested afterwards. Just I want to move the thread along. I'll aim to wrap this up next post.

Also Bast, I like them health bars.)

Word Count:528 HP: 55% MP: 73    Boss HP: 48%

A warm glow flickered over the dwarfs body that seemed to brandish the irritation from that seeped from the wound gradually, the dwarf flipping thumbs up in thanks. This didn't go entirely unnoticed by the mobs, the large fellow in particular let out a grunt as it's eye turned upon the druid, the aggro had switched but Tobin had sort of expected that to happen. The dwarf jumped up in a crimson frame, apparently 2 seconds was enough time to give this bit of mentory advice below. After the customary pig insult.

"Keep ya eye on me ya pot bellied bastard! Mab, healin' can also be drawin' aggra, so the tank hasta keep it aft."

As he landed and clipped the large creature with a AOE in the shape of the offending finger, the beast sharply grunted and turned it's murderous gaze back to dwarf as the tank easily hopped away from the half arsed attempt to clip him with a sway head swing, a loud clap echoing throughout the clearing. The lesser of the two boars was easily sidestepped by the jeering dwarf, for a change Tobin appeared to have control of the situation, that had to be a change from the dirt eating he normally did.

"Come on piggeh, I dun't hav' all day like, I might be missin' mah soaps!"

The thundering of heaving bacon flesh made the Dwarf swallow as his new found confidence evaporate. The time for words had passed like a British Summer and, after a brief moment of contemplation, he flung out a -zoom punch- to hit the creature on its snout, then, as creatures head jolted back the dwarf toppled backwards, it's head sailed over him and from this position, the dwarf kicked up into a critical spot as a high pitched squeal erupted from up ahead.

"One lump or two! Bacon sizzle!"

With a two firm blows to its chest the pig toppled over him onto its back, momentarily stunned by the attack. Though it's strength was comparable to a level 15, it's tactics and speed was comparable to a mob of a lower level. The dwarf's laughter was interrupted as the other unattended pittered boar followed up with a gore to the sack accompanied by a loud clang. There was a moments silence, before the dwarf also screamed, even higher pitched.

"JAHOVA BE MAHHH WITTNESS"

With a surge of strength pain could only prove, the dwarf grabbed the creature by the head and tossed it over him. While his iron body was active he had balls of iron, but that certainly offered no respite from the attack.

"Druid... Mah alkies heel... Heal."

Thank goodness healing could be done from afar. Otherwise this would be very awkward for all the involved parties.


The wolf meanwhile, alerted by Basts ride decided to follow to help, though it would be imagined not too quickly as the sight of the Bard riding on a miniature boar would be as funny as anything. After which it would start tearing into the chasing boars, being a level 40's familiar it would deal with both boars relatively quickly and get a good meal to boot.

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 22 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 503	Tags: Tobin Bast raiu	Skills: none used

That was odd, one of the smaller boars seemed to have targeted Mab as an enemy. That was strange because Mab knew for sure that the monk had drawn their aggro. Mab knew that healing could draw aggro, but the skill she chose barely drew any. If she went for the mass variant she was sure to draw aggro, but she did not have that option available to her at this time. Hence her surprise. Watching Tobin swiftly deal with the oinker made Mab relax somewhat. It was difficult to make sure that everyone on the field was still alive she focused on the dwarf keeping up her healing to ensure constant HP regeneration. Most times she could not even spot Bast any longer. As soon as the spell cool down was completed Mab targeted the dwarf again. Basically doubling the healing effect and raising the health bar of the dwarf increased rapidly.

“Keep in mind, I can only do this one or two more times...”

The druid warned the dwarf. He was depleting his health bar quicker then she could finish a pink drink, and well she learned how to drink quickly. If the dwarf went down here. The bard who was playing around with the distracted boars and Mab would have to run for their lives probably.


“wait.... is he really riding one of them?”

Mab wondered. Shaking her head the girl focussed on the fight ahead of her. Bast would call out for help if he needed to. Mab wanted to know how much longer before the Gerald was caught. Mab did not really understand what Tobin needed to do to tame the Gerald. But she hoped he got there sooner rather than later. This did not mean Mab would interrupt the dwarf, who was too busy to answer right now. She would ask in more detail after the fight.

While the spell was being cast Mab had no chance of moving away. It would disrupt the flow of the healing, so she needed to stand perfectly still for the cure to have its full effect. This was troubling as if one of the boars managed to rush her she would be in trouble. Mab felt confident that the monk would be able to keep tangling with the enemies in front of him and not allow them to get to close to her.

It seemed quite a challenge for the monk to subdue all the creatures in front of him. Especially because the boars seemed to work together, or at least coordinate their attacks. Mab was thinking about how she could disrupt their attacks without endangering her role as party healer. Mab could not really find a constructive way to do so without summoning her wolf pup. But to do so would deplete her already low mp and so she decided against it. Tobin would have to deal with the creatures on his own strength, the girl would do all she could to keep him alive in the mean time.

[Bast]

[OOC: I know you said less is more and all so I'm sorry I just kept writing and it end up like this...sorry. hope it's not too bad. It's not like it will change your part anyway Tobin just go a head and tame the thing hehe.]

Riding the boar felt like what it must feel to ride the old Buck-a-roo, if he wasn’t a toy, a constant feel of pain as you know some point he is going to jolt from the pain or movement to try and send poor Bast flying, so far the little guy has tried three times and though its damage Basts health he was still on top of it, he wasn’t sure why he was clinging to the thing but he didn’t feel like getting off, no matter the pain. He was still heading towards Raiu the lad wasn’t moving Bast wasn’t sure if he had a plan or had somehow found a way to go AFK while being trapped in a game he wasn’t sure but he had to try to get the boar to curve in another direction and his pulls on the head just weren’t working… well it had worked once he planted his spear into the ground hopping to turn the boar and push off in a weird rudder meets rock kind of fashion…he just hoped it wouldn’t break his spear…he had only just bought it he didn’t want to be known for breaking his toys that quickly.

Jabbing the spear into the ground and pushing his weight to one side to help make sure it didn’t just pull the spear out of his hands he hoped for the best…what he got was strain, pain and a werid effect running through his body like vertigo but also like his bowls were messaging to his throat they felt this was the right direction right, while his brain felt like a politicians secretary try to tell everything to please hold. All in all a very strange feeling he would say, unpleasant and sadly he felt he knew he would be at some point thanks to this new world he dwelled in would experience again.

As the feeling ended he noticed he had left his spear back there…but he had succeeded at changing course (yay?) some reason he wasn’t really happy about that now as he looked at the incoming chasers he was weapon less (well he could nab any of his old two or try recollecting his spear...choices such time consuming choices).

He needed to stop this boar…well creatures bodies usually follow their heads he thought…this is going to hurt…really hurt, he felt the agony as his legs wanted to reject the idea, too bad his lower half didn’t actually control him but his brain did he would probably get into less trouble if it did.

“YOOHOO Mister Boar Let’s see how you ROCK!”

He pressed his legs down onto the little guys tusks pulled with his arms on his ears and moved his entire body weight onto this boars head… the resulting weight of the situation wasn’t lost on the fellow or bast as they hit a crashing stop…well Bast would say stop they kept sliding, well tumbling and rolling till basts entire being was grass stained and he had found the rare and uniquity of grass cuts, even rarer than paper cuts but somehow more insulting if you get one. He might never garden again in fear the gardens will laugh and taunt him with this moment. The boar didn’t do too well but hopefully that guy would die soon so he probably wouldn’t remember it in the next life it lived. “ok now to get up and actually kill something…eh please let it not be myself eh brain”.

He stood up grazes and bruises would register soon enough so he knew he would have to keep his eyes away from his health and stick with the situation and not the pain…there were healers everywhere on this quest someone would deal with the pain right… somehow that thought just made him hurt a bit. And there was the moving exclamation mark and the follow along, they would soon meet up with dirt for brains and Bast would be in trouble, come on Bast these critters were level 1 or at least below his level they shouldn’t be causing this much pain. He wanted his spear to handle this but how would he get to it… reverse tag it was him against that many it’s… and he was already in pain yay for adrenalin he hoped he got through this. Ok game on.

He waited and hoped the boars wouldn’t come together…wait no together with a giant opening would be perfect yeah giant wide opening or surround him come at both sides and then bash into each other instead of him…he sighed as thought all this watching them and their actual formation…not perfect but hey there was a gap large enough for him he would go for it. Sprinting forward aches trying to push through his brains secretary to tell his brain important reason he shouldn’t be doing this he past the first boar and saw the other turn to face him...Bast turned to run at this boar somehow he hoped he could still duck and roll from a jump and as his deadline for the jump arrived he pushed off and hoped for the best.

Rolling felt nicer than his previous experience in the day of it…still hurt but it was an old pain not a new one so really what did he have to worry about strain never killed anyone…well he could come back to life what did that matter any who…”hehe damn.” He scrambled up and hoped he would pass dirt for brains without any hiccups, him and his big thoughts. The boar was rising up no that would not do and Bast ran straight up over the boar stomping down on its face “Please just stay DOWN” his yell was more exasperated and pleading than his earlier just moments before really, the emotional roller coaster these critters were sending him down. It was enough to make a man scream, he did a little…he hoped only in his mind but he wasn’t sure.

Finally he reached his spear at last…tug…tug why were things always getting stuck in the mud around him. Tug tug…the boars are coming…tug…they are really close tug tug...he had to jolt out of the way this spear idea wasn't working….spring the boar went straight into the spear and he noticed he was even as he had moved his body further back still holding the spear with some sort of need for it to come to him, the boar had helped him by ramming into it and the force dug it out Bast tumbling onto the ground the spear spring forth to smack him in the face and a happy boar was left unhappy with the pain to the snout but able to snigger at Basts predicament none the less.

The boar started up closer as Bast tried to scramble back to his feet he faced the vengeance of dirt for brains and it’s trotter strikes aiming for Bast crown jewels it could have easily attacked anywhere else but it wanted Bast to feel real pain, it was the boars undoing but it definitely made Bast do a freakily scrambling dance moving in fright of this boar and it’s crushing trotter strikes. Sadly for the boar, Bast was now equipped with a good strong spear and the boar was sadly in perfect position to be struck with it, it squired the boars head slamming down straight through to the ground Bast still on the floor the boars head smashed into Bast ball sack as the boar turned to bubbles…it was scary but not painful gladly though the spear he had rammed so close to that which he was trying to protect made him even more terrified. Someone might think he had plum forgot about the other two.

Looking up at them exclamation mark was squealing at the other one, and when it couldn’t get the other to move exclamation mark charged…he wasn’t sure how he knew the difference since the mark had disappeared a while ago but he did, and Bast scrambled up to face the critter. The little guy didn’t stand a chance it was skewer with in the time it came close to Bast, the other boar on the other hand had run away. Bast gave himself a breather looked at the others and fell to the floor as the brains secretary finally was overwhelmed. He watched Tobin and Mab do their thing, while he lyed there unmoving waiting for this to end. He used a last bit of strength to say one thing…”The lesson of today was don’t ride a boar, if you can’t tame it first…oww.”



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{Ranaway}
[OOC:Also hope that didn't feel too OP it was fun to write but it does seem a little bit more than he probably should be able to do at mo... meh]
Word count: 1,437
Tags: raiu Mab Tobin 

[Tobin]

(OOC: I had sent the wolf anyways to help, though taking them out was within your capabilities.)

Word Count: 832 Health: 83% Mana: 54%

The dwarf felt the healing hit him again and again he found his feet. The dwarf made a mental note that Critical hits were deeply unpleasant in cloth armour. A rumbling nearby alerted him that Gerald had finally regained his composure, the remaining hog he had tossed was below 20% and chose to back away from the combat. Tobin sighed as he cracked his neck, letting a gentle, rolling growl escape from his throat. A memory recalled of the time when he helped tame the hell rabbit Hyzenthay, an act that he remembered by letting it get it's anger out of its system before his friend played the good cop to tame it. Well, there was no good cop here just dwarf and more dwarf, but it was necessary lesson to be the reasonable, firm presence. Especially when subduing an alpha male. In short, have bigger balls than the male or less sense. The dwarf was winning on one of two fronts.

"I'll onleh be tellin' ya this once, give eup."

The snort gave a universal answer that was simple to understand as it banked around. The dwarf sighed as he gave a small smile, the creature was starting to look like a drunkard at the pub, there was a certain weakness, a certain slack its posture. The dwarf sighed, the thundering of trotters no longer terrified him as his iron body flickered out as though his heart still pounded his mind was clear.

“Fine, come.”

Despite his blocky appearance, the dwarf was like feather as he lightly sprung aside the bulk like a feather on the wind, a light kick clipped it’s side of the creature with all the strength of a flirtaous kiss, yet the blow was there. The boar bellowed in it’s unknown tongue, the dwarf wondering whether it would be wise to take tongue of nature at all at this point. The dwarf waved the boar in, his intent obvious.

“Again.”

The second thundering charge was evaded by a -summersault attack-, clipping its back. The dwarf seemed to stagger some way after landing, but he soon regained composure. His back to the walls of the cave it called its dwelling.

“Again.”

The third time, as it flung itself at the dwarf made no attempt to counter attack, at this point only full evasive manoeuvres would barely clear him from the worst of the damage, suffering a light nick across the chest as he flung himself aside. However the creature collided with the firm rock with a crash, and a zoom punch connected with its hind leg, causing it to falter, by this point the dwarf simply let the creature know that through action he could hit it at his own convince. The wound the wept for the occasion soon ceased to stain the fabric of the cloth.

“Again!”

This time when the creature ambled around, it’s charge was disjointed through its daze and weariness and, seizing the opportunity the dwarf sprang up, a crimson flame of the -wyvern kick- collided again with its face. The clash caused both parties to recoil, but the dwarf landed on his leg, ignoring the pain from his right.

“AGAIN!”

This time Gerald wasn’t ready, the dwarf ducked under the tusks to grab it by its trunk neck and with a grunt he lifted and pulled sharply left, using the momentum and it’s weight to topple it onto its side, a fundamental principle of Judo and with a loud roar he pinned it down with his hands, bringing everything he had to bare on it’s side.

“You’re spent. Yield.”

By this there was no further attack, just every time the creature attempted to rise, the firm presence shifted him down. Though it could certainly flail, the dwarf was away from its implements of destruction. Soon, as it began to quieten down the dwarf whispered softly, it was pointless to say anything meaningful as it couldn’t understand him, but the intent behind capturing him was obvious.

“Come on buddy, ‘nough is ‘nough, yield. Now.”

The creature seemed to give a resided sigh, before it finally stopped, a notification flashed up in his HUD that it was tamed, the Dwarf smiled though there was no time to celebrate as it’s irritation would likely make it dangerous even as a pet. The dwarf quietly walked away, leaving behind the apples he had brought in his inventory, before he met the gaze of anyone in the area and made a ball motion with his hand that shook. One shudder, two shudder, and then the hand closed to a fist.

“Click, gotcha, ‘hough that big fella’s still mighty ticked rite now, so we bettur book it safe distance foar him ta cool oft. Ya did good kid, might have gotten a wee bit rough without cha healin’.”

The dwarf glanced at the party list and noticed two things. Raiu was fine, Bast wasn’t.

“Ahh Bast man, ya alright ovar thure? Ya health is loonin’ like a turtle’s neck”

[Mab]

	Mab:: Level 22 :: Druid Armor: Windsor Antiqua Leather Armor (Lv5) Main Weapon: Windsor Antiqua Staff (2H - Lv5) Quick Slot: Heartbeat Healing Summon: Wolf Pup
WC: 434	Tags: Tobin Bast	Skills: none used

Mab watched in amazement as the Monk beat the Gerald into submission. He kept hammering away at the beast until it calmed down and seemed to actually like the dwarf. Since capturing him was the reason for coming here, they were pretty much done. Well that was what Mab believed. However Bast looked absolutely worse for wear. Mab did not wait to ask she just did it. Mab activated Earthbeat Healing, selecting both Bast and Tobin at the same time. The skill had just become available to her. And so she was happy she could use it. Right after the girl selected her other healing skill Heartbeat healing. The regeneration type healing should heal Bast up quite nicely. He was the most wounded so he got the extra healing skill.

“You guys alright?”

Mab asked the boys that were both glowing in fifty shades of green. They should soon be healed up nicely to their full health bars. Mab sat herself down for a moment. She did this without much elegance. Basically she just plopped herself to the ground. Though she did not receive any wounds her Mind points were almost spent. She needed to sit down for a bit so they could slowly return. Well at least a few of them.

“That was awesome Bast! The way you rode that boar....”

Mab complimented the bard. Who knew that the bard would be up for such heroics. It was heroic. A tad silly perhaps, but he had managed to keep the boars occupied long enough for Tobin to capture the Gerald. It was a rather large beast.

“How are ye gonna climb mount Everest there?”

Mab drily asked the dwarf. The sizes just did not match. She tried to keep a straight face but her eyes clearly showed her amusement. She was picturing a ladder of some sort, and a weird ass saddle. The Gerald happily strutting about as the dwarf would be bouncing on top of it. The picture of that in her mind, it was too much as she burst out laughing. In all fairness it was not just about that. It was also the fact that they all just went through a pretty dangerous encounter and they had all survived. She allowed herself to lay on her back and just kept giggling.

“.... Bouncing dwarf... whahaha.... Ladder..... Heeheehee....Mountain of a ride.....ahahaha... got to catch them all... oohooowahaha...”

Mab giggled as she clutched her stomach while rolling on the ground. Her amusement would last for a good few minutes before she sat up and wiped the tears from laughter from her eyes.