Role

Chapter 9

The hunt
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Tarak stalks through the woods of a mist filled forest ... well stalks may
be a slightly optimistic interpretation ... but as far as large folk in the
woods go ... its quiet. He scans his surrounds catching a glimpse of his
pray he hurls a throwing weapon at it, binding it, knocking it to the ground.
As he moves to pick his prey up, its cries for help still filling the air he
stops as memories flood his head. The strongest of the two, one a distant
familarity he cannot quite put his finger on ... something yet to be
understood but there driving him none the less ... the other his sister,
doubled over a table an erratic arangement of books of war scattered infront
of her, she turns towards him and smiles.

"You can use this. Adapt it."

As he shakes his head for a moment Tarak subconciously reaches towards the
flail hanging from his belt while uttering the words.

"Taraks get good mooses!"