The First Hunt

This event takes place on "7th of First Seed 4E 193"

A Promise is a Promise
"Hey, wake up. Wake up!! Asbjorn's here. He has brought something for us. Wake up Frod !!"

Frodrig wakes up slowly on Denria's voice. While he gains his consciousness, he realizes that today, they turn 16. Today they are supposed to get their first hunting lesson. But how, he's not sure. His father had injured his leg three days back. He knows they may have to wait for few more weeks to finally get out. Denria runs back downstairs after waking him. Frodrig follows her to meet Asbjorn.

"16 years old and still waking up after sun, come here... "

Asbjorn spreads his arms to give Frodrig and Denria a hug. Behind him, their father Lukvaar lies on the bed with his wounded leg. He greets his children on the occasion. Then he turns to Asbjorn...

"Go on, give them what they are waiting for..."

At this point Denria start literally hopping like a hare in excitement, as Asbjorn unfolds a shroud and presents them with two identical bows. Frodrig and Denria, both pick up their respective bow in their hands. They spend the next few minites gazing upon their gifts and trying out different postures, as Asbjorn and Lukvaar signal each other, agreeing that they liked the gift. Asbjorn finally breaks the silence of the room...

"Father was working on these for two months. He said making good bows was easy, but two identical ones was a challenge. Did you two like it?"

Both the youngsters did nothing but gave a little nod while still having their eyes locked on the bows. Lukvaar speaks up.

"So it's final then, today's feast is whatever you two get on your first hunt..."

This gets both of their attention. Frodrig replies in excitement...

"What? We're going for hunting? Finally. I'm sure we'll be able to bring down an elk from these...But how? You are not fit to hunt. Are we going alone?"

Before Lukvaar could reply, the door of the shack got smashed open by an Orc who came in with his arms stretched and screamed...

"Who's ready for some hunting...?"

"By the Nine! Do you want to break that door again!!" shouts Lukvaar.

"Why do you care? I'm the one who fixes it. Now rest your damn leg. I'm not here for you." Turns to Frodrig and Denria. "How are my young hunters doing this fine morning?"

Both give him a confused smile, realizing that their first lesson won't be from their father but from Mazon. Both can't decide whether it's a good thing or bad.

"A promise is a promise. Both of you didn't hunt because of my promise to your mother. Now when you are of right age, it's time for me to fullfill my promise to you. Today you'll hunt, and my injury won't come in your way."

Both the siblings get themselves ready for the hunt. With them gone, Asbjorn asks

"Uncle, why are these two so mad about hunting?"

Mazon speaks in between, "People carve for what they are restrained from. Both of them are excellent archers, with excellent weapons, but no targets. It's completely normal for them to hunt."

"I was expecting Balimund. Too busy with the forge?"

"He'll come for dinner. Our newly appointed Jarl, Laila Law-Giver is trying to shake things up, trying to get control over the city. She has the whole city on her toes, but that's what she thinks."

"She won't be able to do anything, until the Black-Briars are in the ... what are you doing." Lukvaar shifts his focus towards Mazon, who is examining the identical bows.

"Nothing. Nothing. You got them these bows? I think they are quite light for them."

"No. It's Balimund's craftsmanship. They are perfect for them. Now put them down. I don't want you breaking more of my things." replies Lukvaar.

The Siblings get down, ready in their hunting outfit. They greet their father, says goodbye to Asbjorn and leave with Mazon for their first hunting lesson. As Mazon closes the door, the large elk trophy above the door falls on the ground. Asbjorn and Lukvaar hear Mazon laughing outside their shack.

"I'll place it up again. Uncle do you need something else? I should get going too."

"No Asbjorn, you go back to the city, I'll take care of my leg. Just be careful outside."

"Okay Uncle. See you in the evening".

The Hunting Grounds
Both the siblings enjoy their first day of hunt. They were able to hunt down a hare and a fox. But that wasn't enough for Mazon. He wanted them to bring down an Elk. So they continued their search. As the sun moved on top their head, a mist started to form around the forest.



"Do you think we should name them?" Frodrig asks Denria pointing towards the bows.

"Hmm. why not let's see..." Denria replies.

"Why bother, there's no need of naming them." intervenes Mazon.

"Why not, father has Arcus. He named it." Frodrig answers almost hastily.

"Well that bow has earned the name. Your's are still new, and won't they'll last long. They are just delicate toys. Not at all suited as a hunter's tool"

"How about Rig and Ria?" says Denria who was until now in her own thoughts.

"Father said they are perfect for us." Frodrig to Mazon, little angry on his previous statement.

"Heard that did you. He only said that because of Asbjorn's presence. You father knows that these bows are just excellent piece of art rather than real weapons. Ha, you should have seen his eyes when he said "Balimund's Craftsmanship". That was a total... Shushhh...get down, this is what I've been looking for." Mazon orders both of them to crouch. Ahead of them stands a gigantic Elk, who Mazon wishes to bring down.

"Can you see the beast?", "Yes" replies both.

"Can you the size of the beast?", "Quite large". replies Frodrig.

"And what about his antlers?", "Quite deadly". replies Denria.

"Exactly. Now I now you are excellent archers, but what we have a here is a live target. If your first blow doesn't kill the beast there are only two things that can happen depending upon his mood. First, he will run off, and you won't be able to catch him again, which obviously is the bad scenario. Second scenario which is a very rare one is when he decides to charge on you with those deadly anthers. Now that is even worse. So your task is to bring down the Elk in one go. We are three, so we get three chances. Denny will strike first, if she fails Frod, and then me, got it?" Both siblings give him a gentle nod. "So let's do it".

Denria's arrow hits the elk in his thighs, he starts running away and Frodrig misses the shot. Mazon fires his arrow which finds its place into the Elk's skull, killing him in an instant.

"Very nice for the first hunt!!"