[center][h1][u][b][color=8dc73f]Zark[/color][/b][/u][/h1]

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Location: Forest outside the village
Doing: Scaring a bear
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The little scavenger had caught wind of a bear; attacking a high warrior in fact! Though that detail didn't matter... What did matter was there was a bear to be hunted and glory to be earned. For [b]all [/b]goblins wanted was the pride of their ancestors. Thus it took off upon this trail of fright, following the wind right to its source

[color=c4df9b]Zark [/color]was one of many it seemed, though they all likely came to aid Cyrus so that such a value to the tribe was not lost. Still [color=c4df9b]Zark [/color]joined in at the tormenting and scaring of the beast, making a ruckus. Yooping and hollering, banging sticks against the trees. Anything that would confuse the creature so that it may leave. Finally... After what seemed like an eternity for the runt, leave it did. The bear waltzing off into the forest quite casually really.

Though while the others left [color=c4df9b]Zark [/color]was left to their own and the goblin quickly made a cut on a tree, trying to remember the area that this had taken place. [color=c4df9b]Zark [/color]would have the bear, but not by hunting it fairly. No, the goblin was much too weak to battle against a bear. Instead the goblin would trap this bear and slay it without risking their own health.

[right][sup]But so much to do, yet so little time...[/sup][/right]