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1. Witch Hunting

Reward "10,000 gold pieces for proof of the demise of one who goes back the name of Angharad Seher. Possible Seer, approach with caution. Uses monsters to do battle"

2. Workers Needed

"Bahn Tegan is willing to pay 800 coins for a group of hunters to remove an infestation before he repurposes an ancient church"

3. Hired Hands

"Lord Mygrant is wanting a guild for a hunting expedition, pay based on experience,"

@WeepingLiberty I think I've found the perfect job for him, given his experience with infestations in buildings

@Rune_Alchemist Hunting werewolves ? Nice ^^

Jared is such a noob, he hasn't hunted anything yet in his life except maybe for cockroaches, flies and mice in his pantry.

It appears that Phoebe is facing the grave danger of encountering her personal phobia.

I don't want to burn down forests. I just want my character to have a good fist fight with Ky 

@CandySatan You remember the RP we've started eight months ago with a rather similar plot to your Medieval Fantasy plot idea ?

It's the Chernobyl forest. It's just that noone has yet found the plant itself because it's so grown over and ruined and noone has yet re-invented the geiger counter :o

I'm Beanstalk, not a witness of attempted suicide!

~~~ At the tavern ~~~
Mainly interacting with @Dark Light

Jared had been sitting at the bar, innocently giving away his coins for something he had hoped would help him soften the negative impact of what had happened earlier this day when suddenly... all hell broke loose. It occured behind his back, but the loud sound of it made him spout the liquor in his mouth all over the place in front of him. Yet, having turned around on his stool, the sight of what happened made him think that Abigail probably would have other things to worry about than removing some sticky substance littering the table.

Like, for example, the entire mess caused by the rapid chain of events he had missed before turning around. The last thing Jared was able to see was some kind of woman - apparently a witch, given that he simply couldn't imagine any hunter pulling of such a show just for some conflict with one of his colleagues and that there were some other things around here hardly explainable without magic - limping out of massively damaged tavern and leaving on a flying broomstick.

Now that really had the quality to deteriorate the man's already severely impaired mood even more. He just had wanted to get himself drunk and an individual which should immediately be subjected to applicated darwinism (reason: too stupid to live) had utterly destroyed it. How many other hunters were around here who just had wanted to enjoy their victory over the gnome assault and have a good time ?

Yet... there was something else around here. Something that didn't match the smell of holy water, wolfsbane, lavender or alcohol. In fact one couldn't deny a striking similarity with the stench of eviscerated entrails, though there was a certain spicy note in it that indicated that it were non-human ent...

"Beanstalk!"

Given that there was noone else coming even close to eight feet, Jared immediately felt addressed by the callout. It came from a familiar direction, but the sight given when facing it was so ugly that he had turn away twice before finally being able to permanently look at it. Jared pulled up the facemask again as far as he could, the thing now almost reaching his eyes.

Glass of broken vials scrunched under his feet as he approached Ky. Needless to say that he didn't take the direct way, but one riddled with evasive maneuvers around whatever 'soft' materials and reddish liquids were lying on the floor. Luckily his hands were still covered in the leather gloves, so he could allow to brace himself at the table as he leaned over it, looking down at the other man.

"Zero. I think the count is zero. I've not yet beaten up any blithering idiots who were told to stop what they are still doing today. Though, admittedly, I'd still prefer leaving that witch to your elaborate handiwork than preventing you from continuing it with that gnome. Have I made myself clear ?"

@WeepingLiberty Do you expect me to post something now or is Abi still willing to help him get drunk after this mess ?

@Blubaron45 Done. Hope that was what you had in mind.

Hatuum nodded in silence, but full of purpose. It was always a good thing to explicity signal the contractee that one did agree with his terms, thereby formally making the deal. The assassin firmly believed that this was true even if one's employer told that the contract would be regarded as accepted implicitly by showing up at a certain location at a certain time.

Then he could see the elder vampire leave. There was no point in trying to stop her to ask more questions - he probably would have done it if it had not been her. The information provided could very well be regarded as sparse and he wasn't happy about it. Yet... if it was the elders themselves wanting to hire him there were good chances that the payment would be equally high-ranking, even if the job was bound to be difficult, too. What a lucky decision it had been to go here... Definitely worth listening to all this political gibberish!

Hatuum turned his head and attention back to the mercenary leader. "Alright. I'll see you at the allotted rendezvous point then ? Greetings..." He nodded towards Amiartys in a friendly manner as well, then slowly accelerated to make his way out of the building. The assassin deliberately restrained himself to a snail's pace: If the other man would feel the urge to add or ask something - he'd still have the opportunity to do so right now. Otherwise however Hatuum would leave. There was a lot to prepare for he'd not go on this mission without his own equipment.

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