| Monster Hunter: Legends from the Caravan; An adventure of a hunter that against great odds overcomes many hurdles, but not without staring into the face of adversity. | |
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| werewolfofsimi | Nov 28 2015, 05:15 AM Post #1 |
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Chapter 1: Upon a Sea of Sand The wind bellows outside the hull of the ship, the creak and groan of the wood as it scraped along the sand with the sound of Delex screeching now and again as they kept their distance from the sand skiff. An annoyed groan roused from a hammock against the nearest wall as a short, silver haired woman with white eyes and fair skin rolled herself to her feet. Wonderful, even the Delex can sense that there's something in the air. Lanna, what have you gotten yourself into? Lanna 'Snowdrift' Haruka, age 25 and quite a new hunter who is traveling abroad. Her snow white hair and white eyes earned her the nickname Snowdrift, to keep up appearances she also picked some basic white cloth top and shorts however... she had yet to decide upon what weapon she would decide to wield. I may as well step up on deck and see what's going on. Shifting from the hammock and leaving her cabin she walked up the stairs and was greeted by the warm, arid wind of the desert whipping past her and one man in a red vest and hat, hawk perched upon his shoulder as he barked out orders on deck. Turning about to see Snowdrift and greeting her with a broad grin. "Snowdrift! I see you've woke up by now, good thing too. We need some help on deck with making sure cargo and munitions are tied down just in case something happens. I received word from the Dragon Seer that there might be an Elder Dragon on its way to our destination, Val Habar." He gave her a pat to the shoulder and pointed off toward some boxes of cannon balls that were sitting before an activator on deck for the hunting gong used to disrupt monster that were attacking the ship. The reason she was doing the labor in the first place was because she didn't have any way of paying for her ticket to Val Habar. "Yeah, yeah I got it Mister Caravaneer." She huffed with a roll of her shoulders, seizing the box and hefting it up toward the aft of the ship along with the other munitions. Gently placing it down only to be jostled a little by something... much bigger than a Delex. Here we go, knew my senses were spot on. Kicking her feet against the deck as she raced back to the Caravaneer who had started to bark orders much more hastily as she approached. "What's going on? Is it the Elder Dragon?!" He seemed to ignore her as he pulled out his spy glass, peering off out in the direction of what looked to be a small sand storm brewing to port but a sandstorm at this time of the day was unheard of. He gave a grunt as he tucked his spyglass away, quickly scrawling something on a slip of paper and tucking it into a capsule on his hawks leg, quickly sending it off before another tremor shook the boat once more. And in a flurry of sand and frantic shouts of other crewmen and women something leaped up from the dunes. It was huge, it looked like a mountain had burst forth from the sands and the peak had caught some of the sun before it sank a bit and began to follow along side the ship. The rocky body of the creature was jagged and worn as though it had grown for some time and the sand trailed from those scaled rocks as it kept pace with the boat. "Dah'Ren Mohran! Crew below deck, make sure everything is secure and brace yourselves because things are about to get a bit bumpy!" The Caravaneer barked, cursing under his breath as his hat was thrown from his head and to the winds. His own white hair now whipping about in the wind before barking to Snowdrift. "Kid if you're gonna be up here start loading that cannon! We gotta hold our own before this thing reaches Val Habar!" Originally, she though it was going to be a grand feeling seeing her first Elder Dragon. But this feeling of dread, this sudden feeling of helplessness from how gargantuan this mountain of a beast was as it sailed along side their small boat. It was the Caravaneers words that snapped Snowdrift out of it and with a quiet nod she burst into action, heaving a cannonball to the cannon and with resolution tied to the shot she fired. Watching it strike the beast in the side... but nothing more than exploding as the creature remained unflinching and slowly edging closer to the ship. It was a frantic race between cannon and ammunition as Dah'Ren Mohran, after a series of shots into its side finally let loose a mighty roar when its tough armor on its leg shattered. Both humans covering their ears from the earsplitting bellow only to be jostled moments later as the splintering of wood was next heard. It was shoving itself against the ship. Wait... this is my chance! The white haired woman sprang to her feet and within moments had trekked up to the creatures back near what looked to be a blowhole, on the other side she could see a familiar object... the Caravaneers hat! Seems luck was with that man today as she snagged it from the crown of this monstrous dragon and felt the weight shifting again. A frantic burst of speed from her as she leaped from its back, rolling along the deck and skidding almost off the other end of the ship on her rump. A strong hand thrust itself into view with an amused laugh, being helped up by the Caravaneer. "Grand show kid, but bit of a risky tactic don't you think?" Turning his head as the sound of a distant gong was heard from off in the distance at the fore of the ship. As he glanced around there were several more sand skiffs approaching on from all sides of the Elder Dragon, and a particularly decorated ship with gold trim leading the attack. Harpoons flying about the ships and digging into the creature with the Caravaneer cheering with gusto. The Elder Dragon throwing itself to the sky once more before toppling onto its side while the Caravaneer's skiff made it into the Harbor as cheers were heard about the slowly re-populating market that practically was the entire town... Val Habar, the central home of hunter and trade alike. "Well, you-Oh!" The woman holding the mans hat out to him as he took it graciously, reaching in and pulling forth was looked to be a spectacular scale of some form. "I thought I'd lost this, well... you show some promise after all." Rubbing his hand at his beard while the white hawk perched upon his shoulder, responding momentarily with a bit of an impressed smile. "Snowdrift, I have a proposal for you if you'll hear it..." It was sudden but Snowdrift had no reason not to listen to this proposal, it could very well lead to finally starting out her hunting ventures she had longed for. "Alright old man, I'm listening." It was a long and boisterous talk of grandeur, adventure and danger but the thing that had caught the woman's interest immediately was when these words left the Caravaneer's lips. "-And how about you become my Kindred Hunter?" Only to be immediately given a strong shake to his hand and a clap on the back that shocked him a bit at how strong she was. "You said the magic word, Caravaneer. So what am I hunting first? Fanged Wyverns? Brutes? Maybe Amphibians?" Seems Lanna was getting ahead of herself, to which a large hand was held up in front of her face. "Slow down kid, first we have to find out just what exactly your style of fighting is. But we'll get to that later, because tonight the drinks are on me." A moment of silent glaring from Lanna as the man let loose a rousing laugh that she couldn't help but chuckle along with after a moment. "No worries, we'll get to that but after today I think it best we all get some rest... after all, I have some folks to introduce to you tomorrow so best be up by Eight sharp." |
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