A Slain Hippogriff

[TavernLich 324]

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=eVToexUUKzM

 

A team of seven traversed through the woods… scouring the mountains and plains for signs of any monstrosity. A wizened individual, shrouded in a hood, led the expedition for the beast, his name was Tenshar. With sword, magic and bow the seven took part in various searches for a particular beast. Seven sets of footprints entered the mountains, only six sets came back. 

 

Two Saint’s Hours later, the crew landed on Dwarven mainland: exhausted and beaten. With spirits low, the group sulked, trudging about the docks with heavy hearts. Night fell upon the individuals whom continued to stand idly by without a care in the world. A shadow dived down from the heavens with deadly silence. Only then when the shadow combusted into a flurry of embers and sparks did the group take notice of the creature!

 

 

Eliza and Arayon took the vanguard; the magi bombarded the blazing beast with awesome spells of ice and earth. Hadrek withdrew a gargantuan axe, “Fookin’ Wuumbbvryn!” the mistaken dwarf exclaimed, flailing about with his axe in a deadly rage. Sam and Tenshar readied their bows, pelting the creature with arrows of aurum and ferrum! Viscerial took to the trees, his hands scaling up and over his shoulders as to retrieve a sizable arbalest. With hasteful speed, the Mali loaded the arbalest: firing upon the creature in hopes of bringing it down!

 

Hours later, wherein dawn took it’s rightful throne, Viscerial was met with the creature. Angered and wounded, it crept forward, slinking past Viscerial’s injured comrades. Its jaws, adorned with the corpses of fallen hunters, parted way to a befouling breath- blazing embers cloaked the creature in a mass: the pinnacle of beauty and terror. The ground beneath the Hippogrif shook, vegetation burning to a fine crisp in the abomination’s path, scorching the earth with its fiery breath. Viscerial took aim, his sight blurred with fatigue...

 

 

Blood lathered the grass, the battlefield was reduced to a burnt plot of land, misplaced and broken weapons littered the dock. Viscerial’s arbalest was left on the ground, broken. It stood upright with its stirrup half buried in the soil- beside the Hippogrif’s corpse. The mali'aheral dropped to his knees, gawking at the Hippogrif’s remains.

 

The beast was slain. 

 

OOC: Thanks to Treshure for playing the Hippogriff and to those who helped with the expedition! Also, I couldn’t write much about the others because it was a sort of cluster-fudge of emotes during the event. Hopefully you guys can post bellow about your experience!

[1 1393]

Arayon groans, changing his unrepairable robes from the final death blast of the Hippogriff.

[lawnmowerman 3040]

Luka spits at the disgraceful and unstrategic way these people slayed beast, and is fairly certain that they lack hunting licenses.

[Kanrath 190]

*Tenshar mutters about exploding fiery doom birds as he studies various pieces from the beast, recovered from where part of the exploded hippogriffin had landed with a most disturbing splat. Sipping a strong ale served by the Dancing Igor's Barkeep he mutters to himself.* 

 

"Yea know..I do hope that beast was some kind of abnormality..less the sky be full of its kin one day. Tis unfortunate about the dwarven docks but at least nothing was burned down, just the grass and snow. Just glad we were able to bring it down, didn't even expect to run into it but looked like some group of bounty hunters had failed and driven it from the orcish lands, judging by the bodies it had hanging from its maw. Wonder who tried for it..couldn't tell much since the bodies were half eaten. Either way whats one monster delt with."

 

*Though as he studies the items he cant help but chuckle*

 

"Fookin Wuumbbvryn..Yes, I think I'll make that the official name for this kind of evolved hippogriff"

 

*With little hint of sarcasm.*

[jamesb 218]

Sam rubs his burn-wound, mumbling about flaming hippogriffs. "Sumbitches, they are."

[Jygg 330]

((Buckbeak

[Luciloo 2680]

The Autumn Druid had seen the final seconds of the magnificent hippogriff, from the deck of a Dwarven steamship. When she came ashore, already a great axe was mid-arc, as a Dwarf cut the beast's head from its shoulders.

 

With a troubled crease in her brow, she'd pressed on to meet with the Metal Druid.

[Dohvi 622]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.