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Coroth goes hunting, to acquire leather for his work.

The "City of Slaves", sitting amidst the jungle terrain of the Crescent Peninsula, is a hotbed of simmering hatreds between the oppressed humans and their arrogant, winged avriel overlords. With each free citizen or visitor a potential slaver or sympathizer, and with the veiled presence of the cruel Cult of Valtharn, how long before rebellion erupts?

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-‡-Acquiring Leather-‡- (Graded)

Thu Aug 29, 2019 5:08 pm



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-‡- It took some time for Coroth to get out of his cave that day. He had acquired a routine of being more awake and active after dusk, and into the early hours of the morning. Today though, he had made plans to head out into the spires forests and hunt down something that would give him the leather to do the work he had acquired a skill for. There though, was this rather beautiful human girl whom he kept with him in his cave, his slave, whom was most eager to keep him pleased with her.

Today for example, she was of a mind to dance around the cave before his viewing pleasure. Her avid, pearly white eyes remained upon him whilst she twirled and made herself as elegant as she could with her movements. The silks she wore at times became diaphanous beneath one torch or lit candle that illuminated his den's chamber. Sometimes she giggled with humor, sometimes, she'd gasp and radiate her body through the silks to keep his attentions upon her, as if there was no reason to dance if he was not the one watching. Her hands would gracefully fall and be led into fluid movements, darkened some from the time he had her spent with him outside. Such hands that she was allowed to keep soft, and delicate, weaved through the air to lure his attentions here and there along her sinuous curvings whilst she danced and swayed.

Coroth was of a mind to let her continue, for she was a pleasurable sight to behold and gaze upon. It had become a means of entertaining him, and she to obtain a form of exercise that kept her toned and beautifuly curved. He became to her someone to watch of her beauty that pleased him enough to stare and adore such a finesse form of art that the human girl was becoming to him. He though, knew he needed to feed her, and keep her well nourished to grow all the more beautiful and pleasing to his eyes, and touch.

His own hands were becoming calloused from his daily practice with his weapons. He had been taught by those who trained him in the shadow wing to begin practicing in his spare time. To strengthen his muscles with their use. To keep his reflexes and state of mind ready to put them to use when the time would come. Such weapons he was securing within their harness' behind him as he watched her. His own awry muscles were felt straining in the efforts of the reach, he knew if his armor wasn't on, she'd be staring at him for other more lewd reasons. The weapons were already sharpened and polished for use. His leather armor already buckled into place along muscles that were still tense and rigid from his earlier morning exercises. It felt better having his blood running, and muscles tuned into place to be ready for anything that might occur in coming hours whilst he was out, hunting.

He had no intent on leaving for too long of a period of time, and took nothing to camp with. Pouches and sheaths still lined the broad leather of his belt, weighing it down from the bone of his hips, and it's tight embrace upon his waist. Eyes sauntered upon the girls' sinuos movements as he finished buckling into place one of the vambraces upon his left arm. He had added a stretch of leather over its' underside to assure the taut string of his longbow would not pass over buckles or flesh when in use. Particular curves were beautiful to him. Hers were of a sort that kept him mesmerized easily enough with their youthful roundness. He though, steadied his thoughts, and drew upon his discipline. His voice rising to lure into the chambers air as he began to stride for the entryway. The daylight exuming through the stoned portal with it's brightening shower of heat.

"I'm heading out, your beauty is growing the more I watch you lola. I'll bring us something to eat on my return, ensure you get in your rest, I do not want your eyes losing their beauty when I look upon them."

Such words were spoken in that lowered tone. The depth of his voice was growing in his early years, but he marveled a grin at her with appreciation for her means of entertainment. Letting her know he enjoyed it well enough. The roughened leather soles of his boots took him into the sunlight in passing moments. The heat devouring his flesh where his armor did not conceal it. Where his tunic beneath did not keep the leathers from chafing at flesh. A sigh passed through his lips with his next breath. The unfurling of his wings suddenly had room to unravel behind him. They to be sent outwards from his sides to stretch their dark blue contours into the air and allow them to breathe in the same heating of the seasons sun.

His shield was hefted up from where he'd left it propped against a barrier of stone that lined the edge of the tier before the spire would drop downwards like a cliff. His mind idly pondered upon taking up the work of stone carving to put a creative vibe and worth into his homes surroundings. Another time perhaps. The straps of the shield were passed through with his left arm. Letting the weight of wood and steel grow comfortable and reside before him passively before he'd step onto the boulders. His steps increased into a short sprint to help send him into the air beyond. His wings swooshing against the air as he fell into an immediate descent. The ends of his wings then were put into use with continual pushings against the air to begin an ascent upwards. His winged figure to rose with the casually cool breeze that existed within the skies that day.

Behind him, his amber depths fell upon his slave girl as she raced to the balcony, her shrinking hands waving cutely at him with her feminine slenderness still bearing a submissively subtle spirit within her. She remained there to see him off, the wonders of his wings ever an appealing thing for her to view with a cherished little smile upon her lips bearing utter adoration. The same breeze perhaps sent his mixed aroma of her honey that was melded within his pores when he was prone to sweat with her. It was a better means to conceal his lack of bathing. She also came up with a notion to add a particular oil to his flesh that she massaged into his muscles when his exercises were over. A taint of the musks scent no doubt left behind in the air and spurred towards her with his flight. =‡=


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Looming far behind him, like a monolith of some ancient part of the world that it perhaps truly was, one of the pillars of stone loomed, solid and unmoving. Though something seemed to eminate from it. Something he could not determine, or perhaps ever would be able to. There were other such spires along the horizon. Jutting over the junlges lush green canopy to rise high into the blue-white smotched skies. Smaller dots, flew around the heights of the trees below, birds that occasionally emitted their own squawks and cawings that echoed into the reverbrating depths of the wild trees in the lands below.

Coroth flew above the canopy in these moments. The steady extension of his wings matched the surrounding boon of the skies in their shades of blue, though his were tuned a darker coherency. Gliding upon the cooling breeze allowed him to pay attention to his surroundings. Other winged avriel were flying about to different spires farther away, reminding him that he was not alone in these lands. Where his kin were also about. Where there were also more secret societies of humans about here and there that they knew not of completely. But were warned to beware of. Narrowing eyes were drawn through the trees below as he neared a long partition opening amongst the jungles canopy. Farther beyond, that wide opening was known to be the river that heads southerly and bleeds through the city of Athart to the seas beyond.

It was as he traversed onwards that the birds suddenly flew from the trees below. Something was a miss as their emitting sounds seemed to be alerting the others, and many of them followed suit to find other places to perch. It was to such an area that he decided to spend a few moments to at least check upon. If an avriel was unknowingly below, and was in need of aid, it was his duty to provide it. It was thus, that an opening was found, his wings were folded in towards his sides with a deft swoop through the air and to his listening ears. His glide suddenly becoming an aimed descent till the opening was smoothly passed through. The air within the canopy turned to a shade of purple as the light was filtered through branches, and the mist of the air perhaps. He was no geologist. The colors of varying plants below drew his attentions as he swept onto an outreaching branch. His boots landing softly as he controlled his wings and settled himself into a silencing stature above.

His shield was worn upon his left arm. The weight of it becoming as passive to him to wield as the harnessed and sheathed weapons laiden upon his physique. It was allowed to ease to his side, and set the length of it against the tree to rest it's weight from his arm. His attentions scanned the area below and around him. Waiting for a sign of movement in the area to determine what it was that had caused such a ruckus. After a moment, he caught sight of what the commotion was all about. Beyond, amidst the jungles bushes and overgrown plants and livery, a man suddenly stood back up. His arms were prying something yellow, and serpentine from his neck. A neck that was reddening as it strangled him. The slow slithering length of a reptile was watched for a moment or two further before the man also revealed he had a knife in his hands. One that he used to cut into the snakes thick meaty flesh. A spurt of blood timely gooshed forth to the earthen ground below. The serpentines head suddenly reeling away from its imbuement of strength to strangle the man, and suddenly struck the man with it's rasp of fangs and dripping venom.

Brows were raised by the avriel high above who showed no concern to readily help the man. But, a closer look to watch him die was not something he argued with himself over. Thus he leapt off of the branch beneath him. His wings unfurling to slow his drop so he could precariously time his landings from one tree to another to draw him closer. By the time he was close enough to distinguish the identity of the man, still unknown to him, the snake was being pulled from his still reddened upper torso and head. Dropping the weighty beast into the foilage beyond. Gasping for ragged breaths. The man deliriously tried resheathing his knife at his belt, several times before he figured out how. Only then, he discovered he stabbed himself with his own blade instead. The tracts of his blood were being overcome with poison with every second of his beating heart. And after another moment, the man began crumbling to the floor to join the serpent.

Coroth was distraught for a moment, whether or not it was the right thing to do, to wait for him to die, without helping. If it was an avriel, he would feel differently. Anyways, a dull shrug of his shoulder into the laiden harnesses that were worn over them unraveled the burden of such guilt from him. After a few moments, he joined the bodies on the ground below. Amber depths were sent about the woodland around him. One path led to the rise of a spider web, its silken lines easily reflecting the illumination from the skies high above. Another path led towards Athart that the man had created, just now. Some branches were notably bent along the way, and grass was trampled upon or pushed aside in their heights that reached to his very waist.

After another moment of assuring himself that no one else was around, he stooped over the body. Flipping the man over to determine if he had any valuables. A pouch at his belt at least! With perhaps coin, or some heirloom within it that might amuse him for a moment or two. The knife sheathed in the mans gut was of little value to him, he already had a handful of them sheathed along his limbs and at his belt. And a few more at home incase these got lost. The snake though, was a creature that drew his interest in the passing of a moment. The sliced opening of it revealing the freshness of meat whilst dripping rivulets of blood continued to reveal how much was still left within to pour free in its' death. He eyed the large serpent in its' entirety for a moment or two in fascination and marvel at the scale like flesh that he passed his fingers to palm along in a slow barely touching pass. As if the mere texture of it was something to deem quite worth his attention. After a few moments of appraising it, he slung it over his shoulder. Letting its darkening blood smear into the leather pauldron that jutted over one of his shoulders.

Eyes of those honey like depths were lifted upwards. The lengths of his braided lengths of hair whisked against the back of his neck as his head angled upwards. His youthful countenance staring into the area above him to determine where the breeze might be the strongest amongst. And after a moment, his wings were sending him upwards and into those same currents. Taking a short cut to reach the skies above to continue his chaste exploring's before he'd reach the rivers where his mission for the day still awaited him. =‡=

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Tue Sep 03, 2019 6:56 pm



-‡-The river spread far enough across the channel of cliffs, boulders, and trees that he could use longbow with ease without the clutter of trees in the way as there was in the jungle. The sounds of the current tumbling along whispered and rushed along in a continual, soothing cycle below. He was crouched upon the side of a cliff that jutted forth from a stretch of land higher than the river itself, far enough that any danger from the waters would not reach him. Far enough above that he had a good viewing of what was in the waters so he could see the dark shapes of fish here and there where they gathered near the shore to feast on miniscule insects leaping about from green leaves floating about with the current.

Eyes were attentive upon the waters, waiting perhaps for something to become his prey. But after several moments of enduring the soothing, relaxing sounds beyond, he caught no sight of the creature he was looking for. Dark woven together locks of his hair brushed against his neck and along the leathers he wore that were strapped along his shoulders as he looked up and down the lengths of the river. Squinting to see just how much he could make out before giving up his search. He leapt off of the cliff dismissively, and began to hover over the river, his wings batting at the winds that were his to breath in. The scents of the fish within the waters, and the cooling breeze that it brought with it tugging at his wings. He decided to head further down river. As the further south he went, there was liably to be more commotion from the City, as well as activity to draw predators.

The lengths of his wings spanned far enough to his sides that he still had no worry about hitting any trees with the size of the river below. In fact, he began to dive closer to the surface with another angling of those dry feathered folds. Eyes of narrowed gleaming orbs seeking fervently for movement of something to kill. In moments, he found himself turning a bend in the river as a mass of trees had grown in it's path upon another rise of earth that formed a strict cliff face that rose up higher than any human could scale without aid. On the other side of the river, the shore was accessible, and a small beach was revealed with a rise of grass that showed signs of being trampled upon here and there in somethings wake.

Such signs drew his attention, and he drew himself upwards to the opposite side of the river. An abrupt swoosh of his wings was overheard as they fought against the wind to stop his aerial movement. His boots skidding upon loose stone below as he landed. Yet, as soon as he did, the edge of the cliff fell away from him. Sending a large enough chunk of sand and earth to quickly slide down the cliffside to follow a natural path into the waters below. Coroth was quick to hold his ground. His wings reflexively snapped outwards ready to put himself back into flight as he stumbled, and refound firm ground a little farther over.

Below, in the waters, something emerged as the spillage of the cliffside caused ripples, and a disruption into its watery depths. Something that appeared small, and floating, perhaps a mere log of a tree as it effortlessly rode with the waters casual pace. Coroth at first paid it little mind. He decided to try to use bait to determine if whatever had left the tracks across the river was nearby. His shield was lowered onto the ground behind him, knowing it would not be needed in coming moments. The yellow skin of the snake he had brought with him was drawn from his shoulder instead. The ooze of blood was not minded in its wake, or what had become left of it at this point in it's keeping. A blade was slipped free from his belt, and pried against the tail end of the creature. After a few moments, the flesh was easily enough cut through, and the smaller portion was tossed into the waters passing below. A spittle of blood be left in it's wake to splatter against the surface with droplets that could be barely heard in their making.

Nearby, what he thought to be a drifting log, suddenly began moving more quickly upon the surface towards what he had thrown into the waters. Yet, as it drew near enough, it submerged, and left his sight. Coroths eyes narrowed all the more in guise and humor. Another segment of the snake was cut off. This one he threw ever farther away, towards the distant shore. The waters below began showing something streaming in it's direction from beneath the water. Perhaps, a brackish shape began being revealed as the revealing light from the skies above reflected through the waters here and there to what was within it's surface.

A third portion of meat was cut way, and hurled as far as he could across the river. The remnant length of the snake was tossed back onto his shoulder. His longbow unharnessed from his back so he could begin stringing it into the notch for use. When it was prepared, he took off from the cliff face, leaving his shield behind to return for later. His flight took him to near the opposite side of the river. His wings keeping him in flight and above the waters high enough that his bow could be put to use. His free hand gathered his knife for use, and sawed through the snake for another portion. Using the leather of his pauldron as a cutting board until it finally fell free into the waters below. The iron scent of blood and exposed guts of the snake began dripping into the waters as he grasped at the snake, and tugged it from it's hang beside his head. Letting the entrails pour into the water below. Leading it's hungry predator onwards towards the shore till he was close enough to let it drop partially into the water, and the rest of it land within the muddy shoreline.

In moments, the trail of meat and blood was pursued. His longbow was readied with an arrow. The continual, slow batting of his wings in up and down fluency kept him rhythmically in the air above, waiting as no other large predator or creature in these parts perhaps was capable of doing. In another moment, the beast within the waters revealed itself. It was not an enormous king of it's kind. Nor was it even a full sized adult perhaps. But it was large enough to serve him in his needs for a hide. A strong hide, one with scales and reptilian texture that was pleasing to his own desires to wear instead of the hide of a milking cow.

In another moment, the snake was found, the acrid scent of it's remnant amount of blood luring the creature towards it. Till it was hastily taken into it's maw. Sharpened teeth snapping it into it's mouth to begin working it into bits to be consumed. It was with his steady hover in the air, and versing in aim that he loosed his arrow. The shaft practically embedding itself in the thick hide, but not so deeply as he was hoping, or as he was used to seeing an arrow do with a human. Thus another was drawn upon his bow with the haste of a need to shoot another. The beast on the shore below already twisting itself from beneath the impalement. Unknowing what was giving it such pain, noises began emitting from it's nostrils in agony, and anger at the intrusion upon his little feast.

His second arrow was loosed, driving into the belly of the creature as it was attempting to dislodge the first arrow. The second arrow erupted in a snapping of the light wood as it was rolled upon, impaling it further into it's hide and stomach within as it became all the more enraged with pain, and having nothing nearby to kill for dealing such to it. It though, did not seem to be on the brink of dying so soon. His longbow was pulled over his head and one shoulder. The length of a spear quickly, unpracticedly was removed from it's harness at his back as he watched his prey begin to make enough sense to head back into the waters where perhaps it was safer. Before it could do so, he descended to reach it.

The spear was not something prized by great warriors, or even riddled with runes for power and the aiding of magic, but it was lethal enough to serve its purpose. And with a rush from his wings demanding the airs part for him, he drove it into the escaping beast below. The spear felt piercing through the toughness of its' flesh with his velocity from above. Angling downwards as he had nothing to stop himself from continuing to drive it into the beast until it bore through and came out to bury into the murky sands below. Pinning it into the ground where it became captured. And the waters began reddening with it's release of blood as it entered a state of panic and ebbed towards its dying breaths.

Coroth swept his wings downwards, pulling himself away from the waters to hover as close as he could from the surface. The tips of his wings grew damp in those moments. The waters soaking into the blue feathers, making them all the more darker, weighing his flight. The waters below became a tumultuous state of ripples, both from the frantic beast he'd captured, and his own weave of beating wings from above.

After it's death, Coroth landed upon the grounded hide of the unmoving beast. His spear was pried from the depths of the waters, rivulets dripping from it's shimmering metal end that had served it's purpose. Lucid orbs quickly looked around the waters, assuring himself that no others of it's kind were within the area. In the distance, a few possible heads floated about. Only one of which was hesitant and cautious as it approached. It no doubt had felt the tremble of the waters, and the death cries that the river had perhaps sent in its direction.

The tail of the beast was wrapped around with an arm that became doused and soaked in water. He began to pull it onto the shore, the distaste for water altogether as an avriel forgotten for the moment as it splashed and rained upon his thigh, and sides below. Dragging it with the heave of his lithe muscles. Muscles that argued along his arm to clench his hold upon the tough hide of the creature as he pulled. Muscles along his thighs to legs further below began to be put to use to drag it further and further. Legs that relied more on his wings than the practice of walking. Something he now regretted. It though, was too heavy to lift into the air.

Even now he took another glance over his shoulder, to seek out perhaps the arrival of another that might come to its' revenge. It did draw near to the shores, the blood leaving a path from it's crimsoned surface to lead it where it was dragged onto the sandy shores, and over the path of long blades of grass and plants alike that gave way to his impedance. =‡=

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-‡- Further inland, by about twenty arm spans or so, the tall grasses that grew from within the shallow depths of the water and spread onto the muddy banks of land finally ceased in their reach. The ground gave way to a shaded area before a cluster of towering trees rose upwards to blot out the sun's basking height of heat and bolstering rays of light. It was within this hidden clearing that an aged boat had been turned upside down some time ago. The planks of wood that it had been created with had already began rotting away, and a few of them were even missing or broken away by perhaps a curious animal that had leapt or walked along it's exposed underside.

Nor was it alone. For a small skeletal crew of humanoids were laying against it's sides, overgrown with the rise of grass and the mud from drenching rains claiming the site to be old, very old. Much of the small site was overgrown with earth, plant life, and already broken wooden crates of flimsy wood that had barely lasted long enough to determine what more it could have been. The site though was also a point where the state of his disciplined mind gave out, and his strengths exertion in dragging the reptilian creature finally got distracted. He finally felt himself fatigued from the ardor and had drop the creatures tail from his arms grasp. The sound of the solid mass of meat and turgid hide landing on earth caused a thud to his ears. Silence seemed to keep company with the clearing as he looked about with narrowing eyes.

Then, another sound began to come to his ears. The sound of another of it's kin emerging from the waters behind him where he had come from. Perhaps it would settle for the remnants of the snake he had left near the waters edge, still bloody and easily noticeable with it's yellow scaled hide. Perhaps though it would want more. Coroth's mind suddenly raced into actions. He had a bundle of rope bound to his small backpack behind him. The straps of which he began to reach for blindly, seeking the ties that could be pulled to loosen the bundle of hemp. The sounds of gurgling and satiating a larger reptile than the one at his feet were overheard. Instilling a punctuation of fear into his breaths as he looked over the heights of the grass he had waded through with hopes of spying it through the trampled lengths he had made.

Finally though, the bundle fell from behind him, snatched up as he twisted about. Loosening the bundle so he could get at the ends of the rope with franticly working fingers. In moments, he was weaving the length of one end along the dead reptiles hindlegs, and about the length of it's tail. The uncountable number of rising bumps and the rugged structure of it's leathery hide gave the rope all the more friction to bind with and keep it in place. When a suitable knot was being concentrated on. He heard the sounds of the beast at the edge of the waters, begin treading through the grasses in his direction. Snorts and monstrous sounds began to be emitted. As if seeking an answer from another of it's kind, and hearing none. Anger began to pronounce itself as part of its attentions and beckonings.

Coroth took the remainder of the rope, his wings unfurling from behind him in the next moment to hurl himself into the air. In not even a few beatings he was within the heights of the nearer of trees. His attentions had chosen the most sturdy of branches. The leaves upon it still a healthy green. The bark still darkened and unblemished with moss or degrading colors of sickness. The rope was tossed over it's thick jutting limb beyond the trunks base. Other branches were nearby, above and below. His wings disabled him from getting too far within their families reach while hovering nearby.

Another moment, and the beast that was still alive finally stormed into view. The grasses falling out of it's brambling movements as it's huge size came into the clearing. A most angry sound threatened whoever it was that had left it's child dead where it laid before it. It had to be a child with the size of it in comparison. Before another moment went by, and his hunt was ruined, Coroth, dropped his own weight downwards. Pulling the rope with him. His wings began pushing through the air as he pulled with his upper bodies strength against the rope in turn. In a few quick moments, the body on the ground was swept upwards into the air, to hang amongst the lower most branches of the tree. The angered beast revolted in brash anger and began snapping at it with a maw riddled with several dozens of teeth that snapped and sent frivolents of saliva spewing forth in its' haste. It though, did not seize the dead within it's clutch's.

As the threat was put aside, Coroths eyes remained attentive and wide open. It was harmless to him as long as he remained within the air he told himself. He swept through the air at another angle to tie the rope off at another branch to keep his trophy hanging within the air, out of reach, and safe from any other passing creatures that might come about to have of the easy meal.

Afterwards, he took forth a knife from his belt, his skill still far from competent in what he was doing, yet he decided to thrust it into the chest of the creature hanging before him now. The feel of bone jarring the blade was felt, yet it sunk through rib, causing blood to begin seeping loose. Wrong spot. He tried again, lower, the blade was pressed against the thick flesh of the creatures underside till no more bones could be felt being run across. Then it was sunk within, the blade was pulled downwards, slicing it open to let blood and guts topple loose, and fall onto the ground below. Spattering the still angry and remorse beast below. It's maw opening again with a stupor of it's place in these matters. Yet hungrily began devouring what fell for it to consume.

It took him an hour or two to clean his catch of it's insides. The beast below his company, waiting for the avriel to fall from the branches above, or give it some of the meat that he was tending to. The hide was the most important to him, and became a crucial artform for him to gather from the meat inside. He knew he fumbled parts of the process, but knew as well it was for him to use and wasn't going to be sold or traded. The skin he set about hanging out to dry when he was finished. Parts of it he pinned to another branch with a few of his other knives. The meat became another priority for him. Such he had to cut away into enough portions that could be carried away with him segments at a time. He could only carry so much weight with him, and planned to make several returning trips.

In these trips, he would bring some of the meat to the avriel marketplace, still fresh and to be sold to meat dealers. A good portion of it was also laiden with salt to preserve it, so it could be taken to his own homestead and shared with his slave so they could eat for the week, and maybe longer. For he knew not how long meat could last. And perhaps, he would ask about for ways to turn it into jerky, and make it last even longer.

The head, was later chopped away from the rest of the body with his axe when the beast on the ground below had left, and he could use one of the stones on the ground below for an anvil. The head to become a trophy to adorn one of his walls near the entryway at his home.

When all was through, he had decided to follow an off chance, and searched lightly through the skeletons at the overturned boat on the ground below. Perhaps jewelry was worn, or coins could be found from decayed coinpurses. Or even a chest under the boat bearing something of worth. One never really knew. =‡=
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Re: -‡-Acquiring Leather-‡-

Sat Sep 21, 2019 3:50 pm

Let's address the clerical issues first.

1, Knowledges must be associated with a skill (Otherwise it would be a 'non skill' knowledge, meaning you cannot use it for progression). The end result would look something like this:
Strength: Adding momentum to one's blows
Combat: Melee: Polearm: Using a spear in combat
Hunting: Skinning a lizard
If you wish for random allocation based on reviewer's choice, please specify. Otherwise click here for a list of skills that you can put knowledges towards.

PM me the list of knowledges you want based on those standards and I'll gladly update your rewards.

2, Wealth threads must be approved before you start getting wealth point loot. These are threads associated with jobs that are tied to a skill. However, I've noticed that you've not submitted one.

Please go here and submit a thread that matches the criteria. Please read it carefully, as the hyperlinks are very useful and clear up the confusion.

PM me again with a link regarding the approval of that season's wealth thread, and I'll gladly update your rewards.


Onto the meat of the story itself.

While it had a shaky start, your descriptive prose lends well to open environments, as seen later on. The subject matter itself, of hunting for leather and the process of tracking was something that I quite well enjoyed.

However, I must make special mention to your willingness to play to your skill level. I picked up on that botched first attempt, and it's a sign of a good writer when they can identify a character's weaknesses but not be completely disheartened by it. The community is always made brighter by people being a good sport on that front.

I cannot find anything directly wrong with your grammar, aside from 'amiss' being spelled 'a miss' and a few words being made plural when they didn't need to.

Good job. Enjoy your rewards.

Coroth Encinosa

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Knowledges:
Combat - polearms -spear: Useful with velocity for deeper impact
discipline - If danger is far away, your still able to work
field craft - Hang things up in the air to keep them from predators
flying - You can glide with wings when your going between trees
flying - can keep you out of reach of land predators
strength - More power is needed for strong hides.
Wealth:
Player rescinded request for wealth points.
Loot:
One recently dead human, a few skeletal remains near a boat, a killed reptile (meat, pelt,etc)
Renown:
+5, for hunting for pelts to sell on the market.
EXP:
+10

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