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“We cannot hunt the beast! Think of how it might be able to guard us! Our mothers and children will not need to worry about some unknown threat breaching our walls,” Frelt pleaded, kneeling in front of his chieftain, who was sharpening the head of a spear. He looked up to meet Guthug’s gaze, merely looking down upon the orc with a judging look before he threw the spear into the ground in front of Frelt.

“And think if it were to turn upon us! We may have Akrosh’s blessing for the time being, but we cannot push our luck. You know the views of the ancestors on arrogance,” Guthug grunted as he stood, stepping forward before he was only a breath away from the kneeling orc. Guthug could see the desire of taming of the beast, but he knew that if Frelt was successful then it would give Frelt a position of power to challenge him as chieftain over the people. Politics ran through the heirless chieftain before he motioned for Frelt to rise. 

Guthug wrapped his hand around the back of Frelt’s neck and brought his ear next to his mouth before he would speak, “I give you ten days and ten nights to tame the beast. After that, we will hunt it. If you tame it during our hunt, you may yet still keep it alive. In that time, I will raise hunters to track it with me.” The chieftain knew of Frelt’s desire for a proper challenge, as such, Guthug would gift it to the ambitious man with such a time constraint. While he hoped that Frelt would fail in his endeavour, he knew the desire for a challenge for he had chosen the the rarest animal to track for his rite. 

Frelt stepped back at the words, looking Guthug in the eye once more but this time with a wicked smile upon his face before he turned to leave. “You may only pick three people to aid you in this task…” Guthug started before sour words came out of his mouth, “May Akrosh guide your path.” 

When Frelt left the grace of Guthug, he could only feel the desire of the challenge growing within him and he looked down upon his wrist to see the bite marks of an old companion that he had earned. He remembered the once great cougar that had become his closest companion. He remembered how they would hunt. He remembered when it had died in their exodus, how it had given its life so that the clan may live. Frelt owed his old friend such an honor, he knew that his old friend would approve of such a challenge. 

As Frelt walked away, intending to do this task on his own,  he soon found himself flanked by Gureth who intended to walk in his shadow. He hoped that his silence was enough to send her away as he stepped through the rocky fields that the others had resigned themselves to pick through for useless baubles. Eventually, he turned his head to her, she stopped as he did.

“What do you want?” He asked.

“I want to help you,” Gureth said.

“And what makes you think I want help?” Frelt asked, crossing his arms as she tentatively played with her fingers.

“I know that you like these challenges, b-but we both saw the size of that thing. It will kill you if you do not have help,” she said, her voice slowly becoming more confident as she spoke to the one that had held her infatuation. 

He knew fully well what she truly desired, his previous suitors had desired the same, but for what it was worth, he knew that she was right. With a sigh, Frelt hung his head before turning away from Gureth, motioning for her to follow. She was one of the only others that knew of this creature and she knew of its tracks. 

Gureth almost squealed at his acceptance of her being able to accompany him, but she knew that she had to be careful not to mess things up too quickly! She knew that she could not get in his way, lest she face the full denial of any confession to him, a denial that many had faced before her. She would be as crafty as a fox, as silent as a snake, a helpful as… an otter.

Frelt on the other hand, continued his march before turning to speak to her once more, “Just remember, if this creature is to wound me so that I may not be able to run, leave me to my fate! I will die with honor.”

Gureth could only look at him before she would speak, a full lie, “As you wish.” 


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[b]Event Choice[/b]
[b]X)[/b] Frelt returned to Guthug to report the sighting. He was given ten days and ten nights to tame the beast before Guthug would raise enough hunters to hunt it down himself.

[b]Main Actions[/b]
[b]H)[/b] As Frelt hunts to tame the beast, Guthug moves to raise enough competent hunters to be able to slay such a ferocious being. A combined mix of spearmen and archers grouped as force of hunters.

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