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Someone's Stealing Clementines Game

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Clementine
Posts: 12
Joined: Mon Dec 12, 2016 1:25 am
Race: Human
Profession: Hunter/Bandit
Renown: 10
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Wealth Tier: Tier 1

[Willow Woods] Trap Line

The former assassin stalked the forest while keeping herself aware of her surroundings, while her hunting companion Hoot silently followed hopping from branch to branch in the tree tops. Using the tools from her trapping kit, she was able to set up a trap line and it was in many ways her life line. Small game like rabbit, and squirrels were often hung up on her minor snares. And everyday like clock work she would diligently check them and if nothing was there she moved forward deeper into the forest, this time though a trap had failed her so poorly that it was time to move it even the best traps would fail if they were in a poor location although she was still learning the ins and outs of this cat and mouse game.

Following the marks on a tree she left with her hatchet she could detect her traps, a sliver of a slice in the bark of a tree helped her detect the placement of a prime trap as nothing would suck more then being the booby caught in her own snare. Finding the branch she took her axe and gave it a solid chop removing tension on the snare. Taking the components and putting them in her pull cart, she went to the next trap.


Finally something useful a Rabbit and a meaty one at that. There must have been enough there for the two of them with a fur that commanded at least a copper or two. And her owl had taken notice as it had fluttered down and perched itself on the rim of her wagon. Clementine could tell, Hoot was saying hell yes you just toss that succulent morsel in here and I'll take care of it, don't you worry bout a thing baby girl.

"Listen, Ima skin this thing and we will make supper with it later."

It appeared as if the Owl was all but unimpressed as it took off back to the tree branches staring intently at the game with hungry eyes waiting for Clementine to take her attention off it for but a moment. Clementine mused Hoot was more vulture then owl as she put the game in her cart and trollied down cart in tow to the next trap.

This time her discovery left her mad, she knew there was another trapper somewhere close by. And she knew he was tampering with her shit well at least now she did, the snare was not only tripped it was missing with remnants of disemboweled organs from an animal that had been cleaned on the spot. It was like adding insult to injury, knowing there was coins and resources being stripped from her hands. She spent the time putting up those traps, it was her quarry not his now this slime ball was fat and happy with coin in his pocket thanks to her hard work and efforts.

This shit would not stand.

There was a serious issue at hand, as trap after trap went missing and some had piles of disemboweled parts either at the scene of the crime or nearby. This was costing her money, and it was potentially going to hurt her as she needed to feed herself. Meat and Fur that was her job, and now she was going to have to deal with a thief that was stealing her livelihood. There were no courts, no town guards to stand watch it was her vs whomever and trial by combat was just about the only solution the forest offered. She could be strong and grant herself justice, or be weak and play the victim. If she was going to survive the season she was going to have to be brutal. People went missing in the forest all the time, but she had to be sure she was making the right choice as she contemplated her game plan.

Clementine wanted to catch him in the act, she wanted to take her things and his stuff too after she killed him. A shovel came out of her push cart and she started to dig a hole in frozen ground, each scoopful was a struggle as she tore into the earth competing against rocks and roots until finally she had made a good sized hole. Branches were next, good solid pieces that were widdled by her small hatchet into formidable spikes on both sides so she could push it into the dirt and really stabilize it, really keeping it solid when it went up against the sole of a boot.

Her tactic was simple build a trap that would maim him, and follow the blood trail back to his home so she could hash out the details of her business with him. But the trap was incomplete without bait she decided it was a gamble but stringing up the juicy rabbit would make it appear she came back reset a new trap and the prey item had set the snare so that thief would blindly rush in and fall prey to the real trap. Well that was until extra branches and leaves found them self concealing her pungi stick foot fall designed to maul. Now it was perfect, really.

Although hoot looked on in disgust as his meal was now up for grabs, she could feel it he was infuriated by the indignation of this however it was a necessary evil. She decided to push her cart into a patch of dead tall grass as she pulled out her ghillie suit, and looked for patches of dead grass to tie into the netting, by the time she was done it looked like some kind of abominable grass beast. It could blend in well with the dead grass and snow fall, a patch of moss would really help distort her figure if she positioned herself up against a tree on her belly.
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Clementine
Posts: 12
Joined: Mon Dec 12, 2016 1:25 am
Race: Human
Profession: Hunter/Bandit
Renown: 10
Character Sheet
Wealth Tier: Tier 1

[Willow Woods] Trap Line

Clementine wanted a vantage point the high ground, she wanted to use tactics to help her get the upper hand. And she was learning that tactics revolved around planning, preperation and strategy key elements of wilderness survival. There was also a delicate balance between fortified entrenchment and offensive capability, being able to see without being able to be seen was a tactical advantage aswell as being able to use her crossbows ranged capabilities to its fullest potential was another the gulch would force melee stylists to contend with environmental obstacles to obstruct her from there grasp.

She lurked at a stealthily pace until she finally got to her destination. It wasn't a bad set up as her feet securely placed themselves on crumbled rock, the noises irked her stealthy sense of self awareness and kept padding the rocks as they disintigrated under foot falls creating a paniced sense of urgency to continue kicking the dirt untill the disrupted earth finally had been swept clean. Even natural noises could draw attention to herself so it was best she kept herself free and clear of it. Clementine took a moment to go over over her surroundings. The gulch was long and empty with a clear line of sight and fire at the trap not so far as it was out of her capabilities but far enough to set up a second shot. This was the spot she would set up shop, it was the be the perfect place to observe detect and gather intelligence.

Placing her crossbow on the rocky ledge she unlocked and unhinged the weapons crannequin taking a great deal of time to make sure the weapon would remain steady on the uneven surface as she really dug herself in.

Once the elusive sniper found a certain degree of comfort in the prone position Clementine began setting the crannequin to the stock of her weapon. It looked like two hooks on a flat metal crowbar with a cranking reel ontop set up like a suicide clutch. It was standard fair as even the typical hunting crossbow required a mechanical piece of equipment, or a goats foot to operate unless you could draw excesses of five hundred pounds without giving yourself a hearnia. What was a crossbow without cranks and levers? A shitty short bow, that's what.

The item found itself hooked into the stock comfortably and as the claws clasped the metal cord. The cranking mechanism was a well oiled machine which meant buttery smooth operation as it made a seemingly impossible draw an effortless reality albeit time consuming and dangerous if mishandled. The ratcheting gears took time to fully complete the colossal weapon draw, as every rotation of the handles rotation got a little harder until a feint click could be heard as the trigger mechanism engaged signaling audibly the cue that her crossbow was live.

Only after that sound she checked visually to make sure the triggers hooked claws caught and held the wire securely and properly, a faulty missfire if just one hook caught the cord and slipped free or broke and let go could cost Clementine her fingers as the release of such tension on the wire could outright sever minor appendages. That was the tricky part, it took a little know how and familiarity with the weapon to know what was and wasn't secure as she had a relationship with this crossbow and knew the instructions and outs of its fickle parts.

But it was just so much easier cranking the crannequin in reverse as the steel hooks loosened there grip on the wire and let go altogether having faith in the solid components to not buckle under the stress of extreme tension. It allowed her to remove the critical component from her weapon system, others might have stopped uncranking as soon as could break it free. But Clementine knew better, if she spun it all the way it was one step our of the way as it was prepared to claw the cord that much faster.

And a crossbow bolt found itself quaintly snug in the notched out groove. Her fingers strummed her savage projectile firmly against the release claw for maximum prepulsion. She reckoned it could put a hole in plate, although regardless it was almost guaranteed to ruin someone's day if they got hit it was brutal pure and simple. But it was the overall time, and preperation required to properly operate that made it fall short in comparison to faster fire rates of typical long bows.

However Clementine was of the mindset one shot, one kill. And would use tactics and stealth to help her use her this slow cumbersome weapon to her advantage.
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