Zambrano the Starweird
The Black Prophet of Balagoth
- Belkadan -
Objective A: Hunting The Hunter (Eliminate Thall and allies associated with him)
Objective B: Foremost For Fortifications (Establish or secure a military compound for primary base of operations)
Objective C: A Trip For Troops (Locate and recruit combat capable individuals into a local personal militia)
In the perspective of Thall Chro...
Steady.
A man crouched deeply enshrouded behind the cover of shrubbery.
Steady...
The glint of steel hinted at his presence within the brush, with two golden eyes held aloft above it.
Now!
A gnarly vongese beast had suddenly decided to step in precisely the wrong spot as it slowly went for the bait. A flesh cutting wire suddenly wrapped around its feet and began to drag it up a tree, but alas the wire snapped, and released the bloody beast back down to the earth roaring.
At that moment, the mysterious man leapt out into the air, sprinting and bounding after the creature with blade in hand, his arm gleaming to present himself as powerful to the inferior animal. With the swipe of his blade, the creature dodged around him, allowing him to erupt with raucous laughter, before the blade swung around once again to decapitate the creature.
"Ha ha ha!" The beast ducked under the blade, though not enough to avoid losing the tops of its ears and some of its scalp, issuing an angry yelp as it charged into his body. The weight of the creature forced him back, his heels digging deeply into the earth, its tusks pushing against the hide of his coat. It wrestled with him in moments, and before he could bring his blade down to slay the beast, it knocked him over and his blade.
He quickly recovered with a wolfish grin as he accepted the beast's second charge, grasping it by the tusks and lifting its head in the air with one arm, as his other arm punched its throat again and again, until something snapped in its neck, and the thing became motionless. It slumped to his feet as he let go of its tusks, and he stood proud as he had expected, bringing his boot on top of the freshly killed corpse. Few men were known for being capable of killing such bests with their bare hands, but one having hunted for so long, it was no surprise to the initiates hiding the shrubbery that this seeming legend was capable of the feat.
"Now that's how you kill a Y'Vongore when you're pressed against your luck!" His voice boomed as they rose from their observation areas, and circled around him, preparing to skin the animal for their Warlord.
[member="The Traveler"], [member="Theseus Reneun"]