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Monster Hunter: Survival of the Fittest - (Old - Will be Rebooted)

I was waiting on others, been checking in every day.

Monster Hunter: Survival of the Fittest - (Old - Will be Rebooted)

Osmund Steele

Osmund nodded his large head at the newly relieved hunter, Alice, and the others speaking around him. He enjoyed the sharing of his food, it made for easier interactions and bonds to be formed. A person should not be as annoyed as she looked when they were off-duty, so anything to change that was an effort worth making. He finished his food and looked to the chef with a thumbs up and a nod of appreciation before turning back to those talking.

"I am Osmund."

A smaller voice made him turn his head to the side and look down. He looked very far down. What he saw was a smaller girl, quite a cute young woman. She had asked for a piggyback, and given her size it would be no difficult task to pick her up, even with his armor on. He smiled down at her before standing, and as he did he couldn't help but laugh. This little girl barely came up to his knees! Such a tiny person.

With a pleased chuckle, he knelt down to expose his massive back and looked back at the small girl.

"Hop on, child."

@Lmpkio
@Light
@StarInaBox
@Inertia

Monster Hunter: Survival of the Fittest - (Old - Will be Rebooted)

Osmund Steele

The meal was delicious, tender meat of the turkey and the succulent aromas of the shrimp making him feel as if he were hunting back home in Loc-Lac. He munched happily, but silently. In the hunting world, you had to be ready and keep your strength up at all times. You never knew when you'd have to hop up and run off to attend to an urgent quest. Images of his early career flashed into Osmund's mind, being rushed off to fight on the dragonboats with countless others. Back when his lance was his only friend. That lance was broken now, snapped delivering the blow that chased off a Jhen Mohran. He was in the care of medical Felynes for days afterward.

He smiled softly, pushing the visor of his helmet out of his face. How... how was he eating through his helmet before? He used a nearby cloth to wipe at his mouth before smiling. He was sure he was being addressed by one of the other hunters present, but he didn't exactly see which one it was. Then he looked down to see a short Shakalaka offering him some meat. With a soft smile he reached down to grab the meat, nodding slightly to the little Lynian.

"Thank you, little friend. Here."

He took a handful of his shrimp and put them onto a nearby smaller plate for the young Shamba to take, along with some of his turkey. He definitely had enough to be generous. He was a big man, but this meal was a touch too big for him. It was strange to him, that every Felyne kitchen he went to thought that he would eat like a Deviljho, and so they gave him too much food every time.

He sighed as he looked down as his nearly finished food, before looking over at the woman who had spoken before her Shakalaka. He shook his head at the woman's question. His last quest was to capture a particularly irate Duramoboros that was interrupting trade caravans on their trip between destinations. That was all the way back in Loc-Lac, and since arriving here in Minegarde a few minutes ago, he hadn't been on any hunts that he could remember.

He gave a slightly disappointed shake of the head to her, rumbling out a succinct, "No," before gesturing to his company attempting to get their attention. "What about all of you? Hunt lately?"

@LowKey123
@StarInaBox
@Lmpkio
@Inertia

Monster Hunter: Survival of the Fittest - (Old - Will be Rebooted)

Okay cool, I was getting confused because Inertia's character also asked someone to sit. No descriptors made it difficult to discern who she was referring to.

Monster Hunter: Survival of the Fittest - (Old - Will be Rebooted)

Which hunter was Alice and Shamba speaking to?

Monster Hunter: Survival of the Fittest - (Old - Will be Rebooted)

... Osmund should use a Hunting Horn some time. Just for the comical value of a ridiculously huge man playing a bagpipe hammer.

@StarInaBox

Well he already uses a hammer and enjoys helping, so it isn't impossible.

Monster Hunter: Survival of the Fittest - (Old - Will be Rebooted)

Post is out, the real hunt begins.

The Hunt.

For Camaraderie.

Monster Hunter: Survival of the Fittest - (Old - Will be Rebooted)

Osmund Steele

Aahhh, Minegarde. Such a spartan, dusty mess of a town. It was hard for Osmund to believe he had arrived at the correct place as he jumped out from the back of the caravan he was travelling with. The caravan bobbed as his significant weight left it, his sand-coloured Diablos armour clattering as his heavy boots hit the floor. This place was so different to his home of Loc-Lac, but he wasn't fussed with complaining about it. He was always taught to respect authority, and when the Hunter's Guild says reassignment, he was damn sure going to follow through with that reassignment.

Well, as always, the first thing to do when he came to a new port was to check with the local stores and crafts. The smiths, the general store, the other traders, everyone. Osmund wanted to become familiar with all of the people he was going to be working alongside before actually setting out to work in this new locale. The smell of burning coals and hot iron brought him back to his home, before being overpowered by the smell of the arid desert air and the scents of food from the canteen and tavern. From all over the immediate area, he seemed to draw stares from the old, young and middle-aged alike. This he was used to, as it was territory that came with his significant size.

His stomach growled at him like an angry Rathian, and he patted it with a gigantic hand. Might as well christen this new locale with his first meal. Tromping over to the food scents, he rejoiced silently as he found that they made his favourite dish. Fried King Turkey with a side of stuffed Queen Shrimp, helped him to keep that shield up and stand his ground for as long as he needed to. Food kept him on his feet and kept him hunting, so you could never have enough. He ordered a large plate as he took a seat, looking over his massive shoulder at the women nearby, one sat upon the floor and another standing off to the side. They looked to be hunters, judging by their gear and company.

Osmund looked to the two of them and gave a stiff nod of the head, raising a hand to both acknowledge them and greet. A deep voice rumbled from within him, like the sound of an Uragaan snoring.

"Greetings."

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@LowKey123
@StarInaBox

Monster Hunter: Survival of the Fittest - (Old - Will be Rebooted)

The 'dwarves' from Harth are called Troverians, just so you know.

Monster Hunter: Survival of the Fittest - (Old - Will be Rebooted)

I changed Osmund's armor to Diablos, it just fit a bit better.