[Complete]Bounty: The Serpent of Summerhall

[Norman 492]

Wanted: Serpent of Summerhall.

Threat level: Medium-High.

Description of beast(s): A large draconid, with matte colored scales, a burly tail, resembling a fork at it’s rear.

Location: North of Summerhall, found in the peaks of the snow-cloaked mountains.

Rewards: 1500 minas.

 

Edited September 9, 2015 by Norman

[MissInfinity 2]

Krea looks at the bounty. She studies it, then copies it on a torn peice of paper.

She writes a note on it that says as follows;

Contact Krea Cailli 

[the 1 bow 1112]

The Rex hears of the Serpent of Summerhall, and after personally killing the Fleugal, he knows that the Iron Uzg clammers for more blood.

 

The Serpent of Summerhall is hereby declared game for the Iron Uzg.

It is ours to hunt, for we are stronger.

 

[ScreamingDingo 16792]

A rough, hastily written note is pasted below all of the bounty boards across Vailor

"I apologise, but bounties of the Vailorian Bounty Society will not be reserved for those whom post on the notices. I shall make it my very job to remove these notices, since they clutter the board and allow for the egos of many to be stroked like Mori'quessor cock. 

Also, I shall state that the fleugal is not a hunt to be proud of, the continent as a whole is at fault for allowing a low level threat to become something that rivals the Devourer. The self inflation of ones pride over the killing of small bounties makes you and everyone you represent stupid.

Yours Sincerly,

Edgar Bennett, Representative of the Vailorian Bounty Society.

"

[Norman 492]

 

     A rush of cold air gusted over the mountaintop relentlessly, blanketing the windswept terrain in layered snow. The unforgiving peaks of the elevation did, for those willing to brave its ascent, grant a boundless view- the expansive vista of Summerhall visible from atop the mountain. 

     A fair place for a forktail's nest.

     The daunting reptile, with scales the color of flesh-tone and the luster of burnished steel, descended unceremoniously from the sky and landed near its roost. The nest was littered with the bones of foolhardy adventurers and errant travelers past- their broken swords and snapped staves coupled with their ravaged remains. Two fresh and mangled forms lay supine amidst the macabre collection - the newest victims of the creature's insurmountable prowess. The unmoving carcass of a creature akin to the serpent itself lay half-buried by snow, broken wings fluttering listlessly in the strong wind as the crimson forktail slithered past.

     Four had come to its perch, and yet two remained. The party of hapless explorers fought with vigor, and though they scored an onslaught of blows none could best the indomitable serpent. Two had escaped the creature's fury, but a keepsake remained: the shattered shield of one of the survivors. The brigands had not escaped empty-handed besides, for where once a pair of fledgling eggs lay nestled in the roost there was nothing.

     The forktail sidled around fruitlessly, arching its bristling neck at last to release a keening, ear-splitting wail skywards. For two winters the creature had watched over its den, repelling all those who had been bold enough to accost it. But it was all for naught- it had long lost the scent of the thieves that had purloined its nest's contents. The forktail's wings shook and unfurled as it roared again in contempt. It would never find the robbers, but there remained one vestige, one vessel to make its ire known:

     Summerhall.

     The gargantuan creature raked its gaze to the quaint and unassuming township, reptilian eyes glinting with a carnal and beastlike fury, before it lifted itself into the air with a final, vengeful screech.

 

 

 

[JCmarine 11]

"... Better for orcs to have died killing the fluegal, then other races... hmm... now we have a dragon flying bout these lands...? Thought they were all dead... Why cant we just leave beasts like this alone!" stomps the ground angrily as she exhales and turns around to go back to walking "The descendants are paranoid... wishing to kill anything dangerous or deadlier then they... even if it be beast and know not completely what it is doing..." glances at her arms and frowns "Shutup..."

[PeachLova 324]

Mariana would right down the information in her notebook. Sighing. The thought that this would be one of the hardest things she has done so far.

"It is for the better." 

[ryno2 1238]

((is it still alive? bump

[The Womping Wizard 400]

Bounty Completed.