Turn 25tc (A-Hunting We Will Go...)

A-Hunting We Will Go...

----> Watching the dog and surveying the area, Tharg remembers he is upset by the fact that the barbarians raft wasn't good enough.
----> “Hmmphhhh,” Tharg mutters and wants no part of this boat getting. Conner is in full acquiescence.
----> With a another grunt and a sigh Tharg remembers his stomach. “Me hungry. Get food.” Conner looks up from where he is sitting and petting the hound, Gerald, and nods. Gerald has been licking the salt from Conner’s face for a while now, the barbarian’s face glistens with dog saliva.
----> With this, Tharg treks off to the edge of the glade, followed by Conner who, in turn, is followed by the wagging tail and flopping lope of Gerald, the hound dog.

Green.

Jungle green.

Leaves.

Branches, twigs, and vines.

Green.

Bushes.

Vines, green, bushes, leaves, green, twigs, roots, flowers, twigs, green.

Scent. Dung.

Stinky.

Bushes, branches, brambles.

Green, green, green.

Sapling. Stump.

More green.

Vines, bushes, sapling, vine, green, branches—

Flash.

Sound.

Rustling. Moving green. Moving gray.

Stealthy. Still. Silent.

Baying. Barking

Flush. Burst. Leap. Pounce.

Thump, crack, thud, slice.

Scents.

Fear. Excitement.

Blood. Death.

----> Gerald flushes the scared kanchil (mouse-deer) toward the waiting barbarians. Tharg downs the unfortunate creature with a mighty pounce and Conner finishes the wounded animal with one sure chop of his enormous bastardsword. The blade cleanly removes the deer’s head at its shoulders. The twitching only lasts a few moments. Tharg carries the prey back toward Uther’s cabin, Conner laughing and playing with the triumphant Gerald the entire way.

----> As the two barbarians walk up onto the porch, they can hear the voices from inside.
----> "I want a portion of whatever you find in Baragon. I trust Taer Tilwic to keep you all honest," the old man states.
----> Alasdair is quick to snap, "I thought you weren't interested in gold?"
----> An odd twinkle lights up the old man's eyes as he smiles. "There's wealthier things in Baragon," Uther's smile turns up a bit in the corner of his mouth, "than mere gold."
----> The barbarians enter just then, and Uther leaves the conversation at that.
----> The kanchil dinner Tharg and Conner provide is welcomed and promptly cooked and served. Conner feeds Gerald a healthy portion of the kanchil's meat. It is decided that the party will leave at first light. They fill Tharg and Conner in on a few details before retiring for the night. The group sleeps on the floor while Uther retires to a bedroom off the living area.

Good Night

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