Hopes of Adventures to Come

[Zarr]

In the far woods of Wistvale, a rather large being walked a path in search of this said town.  Word had got out that it was growing fast and with lots to offer.  Zarr was a Soren in search of adventures even at his age.  He's lived a long life of many battles, and he was not about to place his axes down any time soon.

Where is it?... Them folks told me to go south through this path and I would walk right to it.  They better not have lied to Zarr.  Zarr would go back and teach them a lesson or two. Hm!

He continued the path, in hopes of finding trouble or Wistvale itself.  

((Looking for a GM))

[Zarr]

Continuing his path, the Soren comes across a small creek. He walks up to it with a thirst that would dry a river, after a long journey. Kneeling down and placing his knees to the ground, he bends forward making a cup with his hands and begins to splash his face with it before gettin some more water to drink this time. His facial hair is all wet as it flows down his bare skarred chest.  His face looks up at the sky, admiring the beautiful color upon it, with thick clouds moving slowly blocking parts of the sun at times.  

Taking a deep breath, he gets back on his feet to continue on his way.

There's not a darn soul around here.  Maybe this place doesn't exist after all.

[Zaedus]

Or so he thought...

It was soft, had Zarr not been paying attention he probably would not have heard it but the sound was clear. In the distance the sound of a fracturing twig made it's cry. Possibly an animal, or something else, it was hard to tell.

Shortly after the soft muffled cry of something caught his ear. With what little he knew of the wilds he gathered it may have been an animal but he was not sure. As he stayed crouched by the creek the rousing suspicion of something foul was growing stronger as the water turned a reddish brown.

Blood.

It was not enough to completely run the water red but enough to stain the clear water. Whatever had happened ahead was not all too pleasant.

[Zarr]

Upon hearing the fracturing of a twig, he stopped to look around to try and figure out where the sound had come from. From where he came from, something was always trying to sneak up from behind him because of his size making many think it was a better approach, so he quickly placed his hands on the handles of his axes. Before getting up on his feet, he notices the water turning red and this only made him more nervous. He stands up taking his axes out and holding them out in front of him, yelling out to anybody near by.

Come on out of there! No one tries to sneak up on Zarr and gets away with it!

He looks left then right, before walking up the creek from where the blood was flowing down from.

[Zaedus]

There was no response from Zarr's exclamation of warning save for the rustling of brush ahead. As he neared the source of the wail he discovered what had made it. A deer lay mutilated and ravaged by the bank, it's head twisted and partially submerged in the water, the source of the blood.

There was not much left of the inside of the animal and much of the back end, primarily the legs seemed to have been all but devoured. Whatever had done this it was swift, and efficient.

[Zarr]

Hmm.... What the flarb happened here?

He spoke to himself as he kept his eyes on the mutilated deer then towards the rustling bushes ahead. It seemed like some wild hungry animal was nearby. Whatever ate this deer would probably make for a great meal for him he thought. He licked his lips as he slowly made his way towards the bushes where the noise came from. His axes at the ready to cut the beast down.

Come to papa ... He whispered

[Zaedus]

As Zarr approached, once again he was met with nothing. Whatever had caused the ruckus has simply vanished. Or so he thought since that how it appeared. A few scuffs in the ground told tale of something sitting here watching, and waiting. However upon closer examination there were no other clues on exactly what was here.

The clues that added up thus far were the mangled corpse of a deer, and a lurking predator if that were the case. Or may hap it could have been a poacher, or a very inexperienced hunter. Who knew. As of now nothing stuck out immediately signaling something foul.

[Zarr]

Seeing as though he could not see or hear anybody nearby, he looked back at the mutilated deer. He was very hungry by just watching it but there seemed to be nothing left to really make a meal out of, so he decided to continue on with his journey. He begins to walk across the stream to get to the other side.  His feet get wet and one can hear the splashes of his steps as he carries on.

[Ramir]

... and finds nothing else of interest, eventually arriving at Wistvale.

This is a dead thread, appologies Zarr.