SwordfishKnight — Roleplayer Guild

You sit in the wooden cart, bumping along the sandy trails. The path gets more worn as the cart continues forward, eventually turning into nothing more than a faint semblance of track. You look at the note in your hand, an official request by the guild itself. You get bored by the beautiful sight of sand, and instead decide to reread the note.

Congratulations hunter. IF you're reading this, you've been selected along with three other hunters to do a few small hunting tasks for a village in the desert. we've also commissioned you palicoes, for your assistance. Whether you choose to use them or not is up to you. Last but not least, please be careful to not upset the chief of the village. She is an honored retired hunter, well beyond your years in both age and experience. Farewell, and good luck.

While reading your note, the felyne driving the Aptonoth speaks up.

"Man you bunch sure are silent. Lighten up a little bit. It isn't like we're in danger."

The path grew rougher and rougher, the cart bumping up and down along the path, shaking all the hunters on board. The ride had been relatively boring so far. Nothing much had happened. The most that could be seen were some Bnahabra flying slowly towards the cart. The hunters had their faces down, preferring not to look at each other or the driver.

"Hmmmph. No responses. You lot are going to be fun." The cat sarcastically remarked, Betting they would quit within a week or two. He looked to his sides, and leapt out of his seat. "Ahhhhhh! We're in trouble right meow! There.... there's... there's Jaggis! A whole bunch of them! Help hunters!"

The Aptonoth reared up and let out a noise, trying to avoid the teeth of the small carnivores.
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