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| Topic Started: Jun 6 2011, 06:27 PM (23 Views) | |
| Zero-0 | Jun 6 2011, 06:27 PM Post #1 |
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Flash of light, waking up in a strange place, answers would have to come later. A naked man runs through a dense forest, trailed by a group of tribal-looking men and creatures. The man gains distance, pausing behind a tree to assess his situation. "Six of them... no, seven. Primitive weapons, but it's more than I've got." he thought, looking around to try and get his bearings, the man darted out of sight just before the pursuers caught up. "Fan out, he should still be close." One man's hissing voice whispered. The group spread wide, keeping mostly in sight of each other, but lacking the precision that comes from training. Eventually, something that looked more or less like a lizard man strayed away from the others. As he searched on his own, the scaly hunter peered out across the forest, not noticing the quiet, barefoot steps behind him until it was too late. Before he could make a sound, a sharp stone stabbed into his throat, followed by a larger rounded one bashing him in the head. The naked man wasted little time in stripping the hunter of his gear. Now armed with a knife, the naked man escaped for the time being, leaving the hunter draped across a low-hanging branch for his comrades to find. As the hunting party discovered the lizard man, their prey sat quietly under a fallen tree, whittling sharp ends on various-sized sticks. "What, is this supposed to scare us?" the leader of the hunting party asked in his snake-like tone. It wasn't uncommon for those who arrive in this place to be dangerous, or for them to kill a man and take his things, after all, that's what these hunters had done since day 1. It was puzzling however that this prey only took items useful to survive, and stole no trophy of his kill, nor even the clothing from the dead reptile. "To hell with this, keep looking." the leader hissed, his order punctuated by a scream from one of his men. As the five hunters turned to attack, their instinct faltered at the sight of the screaming man clawing at the lizard man's knife in his chest, screaming in pain as a myriad of insects swarmed him, or rather the thick nectar or a local plant slathered across the knife's blade and thusly inside his wound. "He's there!" Another hunter shouted, and three of them rushed toward the naked man, who seemed to vanish in the brush. "Fools!" The leader shouted, taking the other man and giving chase. Screams filled the forest as he reached his men, impaled on various traps made of sharpened sticks and vine ropes. None of them were dead, but all would be soon thanks to blood loss and infections caused by the insect-attracting nectar coating each of the hastily made spikes. As his last unharmed man frantically tried to free his comrades from their traps, the leader stumbled forward in shock. He'd been wandering this place for years, hunting the newcomers for whatever they might have, but never before had he been hunted. He didn't even pay any mind to the scream of his last subordinate as a trap or who knows what claimed him. He just stumbled forward in confusion, staring at the world in a way he'd never seen it. "Where? Where are you!?" He hissed as loudly as he could, in reply a knife slid across his neck. "Where the hell am I?" A voice asked from behind him, the hunt was over, all the man could do was answer. "Thracs." "How do I get out of here?" "I don't know." "Who does?" "Nobody... Order, maybe, doubtful though." "Why?" "If they knew, they wouldn't still be here." "Where are they?" The man pointed, vague, but good enough, "There's more hunters between here and there, stronger than the likes of us. You'll be dead by sundown, y'hear? ....Hey?" The man said, turning to find no-one. |
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