Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160218224245/@comment-3293219-20160221162938

Scattered mud flickers along the trail...



Yes, whatever she was following had recently legged it through here and it was bleeding... bad...



Small stains of blood could be seen on the trunk of a nearby tree and the footprints seemed to be getting heavier. The antelope had received a rather nasty, superfluous wound, that would kill it in minutes. Elis just hoped that the creature could hold out before she got there...



The Young Bosmer followed the trail, not noticing that it lead all the way back to the main road. She typically tried to avoid it but if she simply jumped through it, she wouldn't be at risk of being spotted by anyone she knew.



The Oakvale jumped out, clutching her bow and looking back, over her shoulder, prompting her to gasp as she saw what had become of her target. The creature lay on the road, completely gutted by large claws, its white fur wasn't visible anymore and its usual, cream fur was now caked in blood to the point that it was difficult to picture what it originally looked like.



Elis sighed, seeming more than a little irritated that she didn't get to kill this creature herself. She readied her bow and an arrow and pulled the string back, taking aim at its head.



“Shouldn't have run, I would've made it quick...” She shrugged, shooting the creature in the head and finishing it off. Shame she could barely get a pelt off of it...



“Ex-Cuse me!?” A voice called out, instantly getting her attention as she spun around and took aim at whoever addressed her. She didn't trust the roads... The male voice appeared to belong to an Imperial man, in an expensive, ceremonial looking coat. He seemed confident on the surface but it was obvious, at least to Elis that he was nervous about something.



<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“Hi... I... Don't suppose you're in the market to help, are you young lady?” He proposed, getting Elis to raise an eyebrow. When it came to condescending twats like this guy, she was often in the market for putting an arrow in his nutsack, between each testee.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“I might be... If it's worth my while...” The Bosmer said, cautiously, though this pleased the man greatly.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“Perfect!” he said, rubbing his hands together.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“Right, well... what's happened is that... well... I run a circus, have done for 6 generations. Well, my family has.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">Anyway... I was travelling to Summerset and one of my carriages fell over and I... Need someone of your skills to take care of it.”

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“If you're looking for someone to tip it upright, you've come to the wrong place...”

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“Oh no... I have a strongman for that! No... I need someone to capture what the carriage contained. A... Cyrodiilic Black bear.”

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“Wait... You mean those tiny things, that are like small dogs?”

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“The very same!” The Ringmaster said, glad that he wouldn't have to explain it so indepth.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“Although... This one's a little bigger... a strange mutant of a creature that's around... seven to eight feet tall, on its hind legs of course.”

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“Seven to eight feet!?” Elis spluttered, looking somewhat horrified at that revelation.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“What the hell do you feed it on!?”

<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm"> “Bandits mostly... Though this one's a freak, normally they're around 2-4 feet on a good day, I think it might've migrated from Skyrim... Though why it would do such a thing is beyond me, it does make it quite interesting...”

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“Y-Yeah... Only, I have to capture a ten foot tall bear, that can tear an antelope in two, like it's a banana leaf?”

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“Oh yes, capture it... Don't harm it, we need it for the show.”

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“Oh, atherious forbid...” Elis sighed, stepping past the ringmaster, with a sigh as she began to look around.

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<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm">“Take me to the trail and I'll get looking...”

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