[HUNT] [ALL LEVELS] [FULL] Roughalo Chikador!

A local farmer's Chikador have suddenly turn violent! He managed to lock them up in his barn but he needs the help of some hunters to provide a more permanent solution. Either find out what did this to the normally docile Chikador and try to cure them, or bring them a swift end!

.:Monster Info:.
Name: Ravenous Chikador
Level: 2-6
Location: Normally found in he Polaro Desert, this farmer is one of the few who keeps them here in the Lorian Empire.

Directions to the farm are included. Gate will be open, knock on front door. Don't have much to offer but my gratitude- the Chikador are all I have.

The large merc's stomach rumbled as he approached the board. His last hunt didn't go so well and his meal was destroyed, but he was hoping the next would supple him some food. He glanced between the papers, searching for something that would pique his fancy.

'Vowlear causing havoc'. He read to himself. He quickly skipped that one. After his last run with Vowlears, he'd rather not run into another so soon.

"Oh, what have we here." Zeik grabbed a paper. 'Rouhgalo Chikador.' it read. "hmm, seems pretty simple. I can kill the Chikador and have quite the meal..."

He had one problem, however. While zeik was pretty strong himself, he couldn't do this hunt alone...

Kazuku comes walking toward zeik yawning. When he notices Zeik he was reluctant to approach him.
"Yo Zeik"
He comes up to him and sees the paper.
"Oh ho? A hunt never been on one of those"
Kazuku looks at zeik and looks at the paper and goes back and forth.
"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE take me along with you!"

'Oh dear lord I'm gonna kill this guy.' He thought to himself. Unfortunately for him, he had no one else at the moment to go on a hunt with and this wasn't a hunt he could solo. With a long sigh, Zeik finally allowed him to come. "Fine, fine, you can come. On one condition. You listen to me in battle, don't fuck around."

Kazuku nods.
"So what's the game plan?"
Kazuku takes a better look at the paper and reads up on the chikador.
"Chikadors huh"

Zeik took the piece of paper and ripped it from the board. After rolling it up, he stuck it inside his pocket and notioned Kazuku to follow him. "The plan is to stick close and stay quiet." He said. "Let me do the talking."

The large merc started heading off into the direction of the quest...

Kazuku starts walking with zeik. He puts his hands in his pockets.
"Fine, fine."
Kazuku doesn't say a word during their walk to the place.

OOC: Well, Diego was supposed to be posting to describe the scenery of the place we're supposed to be heading, but I guess we can bullshit around til he does that.

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As much as the large merc wanted the trip to the farmer's house to be quiet, he couldn't take the silence any longer. Finally breaking his own little pact, he turned his head to Kazuku. "Tell me about yourself. Why did you decide to start in the hunter business?" He asked. It wasn't that Kazuku wasn't stronger than the average person, it just seemed as if this wasn't the right career path for him.

Kazuku stops walking from the surprise of what Zeik asked him.
Kazuku thought to himself about the question and said.
"Well,why does anyone get a job? Either passion or money, I just so happen to be in it for money"
He starts walking again looking at our surroundings.

"ehh?" Zeik said comically. "You're of human or elvish descent aren't you? Based on your appearance, you might be a halfling. Unlike us Ragonars, you have a much broader range of career choices than we have. You could have gotten a normal 9-5. Being a hunter doesn't exactly pay all too well."

The forest became more sparse and behind the treeline the pair of hunters would soon find themselves coming upon a heavily fortified plot of land (a few acres or so) out in the expansive green of the Lorian Empire. The path they'd been following would split off to the side and lead to a large metallic gate. Out here a farm needed to be well protected from the monsters of the wild, and boy this one was. Being one of the few farmers to supply Chikador and their meat throughout the Empire, he looked to be doing well for himself.

The land was surrounded by tall walls, more than enough to fend off the local wildlife. In the center the path led up to a quaint home near a large barn. The rest of the land was open pasture for the farmer's animals to graze.

Kazuku shrugs as he puts his hands in his pockets.
"I'm not the brightest person you'll meet when it comes to that stuff"
"But I know when somethings a bad idea and when ones not so don't worry"

"Right......" Zeik said. "Well it looks like this is the place here."

The large merc headed toward the farm's entrance. With a large, deep, bellowing sound, the metal doors rang. It was more than enough to get the farmer's attention. While waiting for someone to answer the door, Zeik reached into his pocket and grabbed the paper that was hanging on the hunter board.

The gates opened slowly, with a low metallic rumble. Soon they were wide open, though no one was at the gate. They had been opened remotely and the path up to the farmer's house was clear.

The sun, high over the plains, shining down on the dusty path in the rural land of the Lorian Empire. The land seemed to stretch for miles in many directions, with a magnificent sight of green grass bending gently in the wind. The breeze lightly touching each blade delicately in a harmonious fashion. The grass almost seemed to the shimmer as the sun's light bounced off the emerald color of the grass in the noon sky. Besides the overcast of the occasional cloud, it was a truly azure sky that blessed this land.
Tim taking a breath and sniffing the air enjoyed the scenery. Never had he seen such vast flat grounds stretching for miles since leaving the mountainous land of his homeland. Tim's clothes were worn and slightly tattered due to the length he had been walking. Tired, but in good spirits, Tim continued to press on. Looking forward he saw what seemed to be a fence around an area in the distance. Maybe a plot of land owned by one of the citizens of Lorian. Tim's hope grew as this might be first contact he will make with an individual outside his homeland. Not only was he anxious to begin meeting people on his journeys, but he was also ready to have a roof over his head if the owner would be kind enough to let him stay for a day. In the distance he did see two individuals standing in front of the open gate. Tim figured they must be people that were owners of the farm. Tim gathered himself and with enthusiasm marched onward in hopes that the farm owners would help him in anyway.

Kazuku notices the man walking towards them.
"Hm?"
Kazuku gently hits zeiks forearm to alert him.
"Seems as though we have company"
Judging by his appearance kazuku came to the conclusion that he was not from around here.
Kazuku stays casual but does not let his guard down as he slowly turns around to greet the man.

Zeik was about to enter the compound of the farm until Kazuku got his attention. With a quick turn, he saw the stranger walking toward him. The man seemed to be one of many words with a particular eye for the nature around him... As the man approached, Zeik rested a hand on his sword, just in case. He had no idea who this guy was, but judging by his attire, he was a monk.

The man wasn't too far away now and was definitely in ear-shot. "Who are you and what do you want?" He asked Tim.

Tim drew closer to the individuals with each step, and with each step he took into the fact that these two individuals were very large and equipped to fight. Curious, maybe they were not farmers at all, but people for hire. Might they be defending the farm and Tim was trespassing? He did not want his first encounter to be a negative one. Before another thought crossed Tim's mind the Towering individual who seemed to have large horns almost like a bull sticking out of his head bellowed.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Zeik shouted.

Tim drew to a stop to not seem threatening. Though considering the individuals' size he might not even seem threatening if he were to take a martial pose. Tim standing at a tall 5' 11", at least tall for his clan,(will add this later to character sheet.) and then these two seemed to cast shadows almost like trees made him intimidated by these "guards". At least he hoped that they were some kind of peace keepers for his sake. The Large Horned figure had his hand on his hilt a normal reaction for meeting new individual out in the land. The other Elfish looking person seemed a lot more calm. He was even more bizarre to Tim, the elfish, who might be a hybrid, hair was extremely spiky. Curious to even think an individual has some kind of hair, but to have it in such an interesting shape. Tim figured his best bet was to be as respectful as possible.

"Hello warriors!" Bowing down at a 90º angle as was a custom greeting in his clan. Quickly standing straight to bring a bright smile to his face. "I was hoping for rest here at this establishment. Do you happen to own, or know who owns this manor?"

Tim, being unaware of the custom greetings or even if these individuals were friendly, held his breath, in hopes he did not some how screw up his greetings.

Kazuku still on guard calmly replies.
"Well we wouldn't know since we are hunters."
"The owner of the farm put out an add for help with his wild roughalo chikador trouble"
Kazuku bows at a 90º angle to be respectful towards the stranger.
"My name is Kazuku Garlon."
I tap my noise to signal Zeik to be alittle bit nice.

Zeik cringed at Kazuku's notion and the thought of taking his head off crossed the merc's mind.... if only.

Completely ignoring Kazuku, the large ragonar kept his hand on his sword. Unlike his naive companion, Zeik wasn't gullible and was much harder to convince. "As my companion has said already, we're here for a job. Perhaps if you talk to the owner, he'll allow you shelter for awhile." He took a step back to let Tim lead their way to the farmer. It wasn't out of kindness, but because Zeik was being cautious.

Tim seeing Kazuku respond in a similar fashion to his greeting filled his heart with joy. Maybe he would fit into this world with this seemingly giant populous. When he looked at Zeik he was filled with a little bit of confusion. The giant didn't move from his post. Maybe Kazuku was being polite in a manner of greeting. The horned figure still keeping eyes locked on Tim with a stern voice spoke.

"As my companion has said already, we're here for a job. Perhaps if you talk to the owner, he'll allow you shelter for awhile."

Zeik, stepping aside, opened the path for Tim to move forward. Did they want Tim to lead them up to the farm house? Maybe to keep an eye on him. Tim, Either way, did not mind going first to get to the house first to maybe speak with the individual. Maybe even help these two individuals with their jobs if they needed it. Tim began walking for past to the two individuals and onto the clear path towards the now close house that seemed so far away a minute ago.

"Excuse me, where were my manners." While Tim walked past them, and looking back "My name is Tim I should've introduced myself earlier." Proceeding to look forward again to make sure he didn't trip himself up. He marched on towards the house.

Kazuku nods as he rest his hand on the hilt of his blade.
"Onward we go"
Kazuku walks exactly 3 feet behind tim watching for any sudden moves.
As we approach the house Kazuku gets an uneasy feeling.
"This is gonna be difficult"
Kazuku waits for tim to knock on the farmers door.
He prepares himself for something to pop out and attack.
"Hmm.."

The large merc walked closely behind the two. He kept his eyes glued to Tim and that sweet ass of his. This man was a mystery. The lifestyle of a monk wasn't very popular in modern day, but it intrigued Zeik nonetheless. Suddenly, he saw Kazuku drop into a cautious stance and wondered what the fuck he was doing. Just in case, Zeik rested his hand on the hilt of his blade.

Tim stepped up onto the porch of the farm house. The stairs creaking underneath each step from the supposed years of stress of use. He stepped up to the door looking back at Kazuku, and the horned man. Curious to see Kazuku in a crouching pose, almost like a tiger ready to pounce on some prey. Was he going to be attacked here? No way, they would've already attacked and beaten him as he had passed inbetween them back at the entrance of the farm. Maybe Kazuku was just being caution about their job. A little too cautious for Tim's taste, but who knows what this foreign land holds.

For the large man he had his hand on his dam hilt. Seriously is this like a past time for them. Back home we crossed our arms or held them at our sides.

Tim looked back at the door raised his fist and rapped loudly 3 times at the entrance and stepped back waiting for a response.

There was the sound of the door being unlatched on the opposite end, followed by the slow creaking of the door as the farmer revealed himself and his home. He was an older gentleman, looked about 60 or so, a human man with a look of distress upon his face and an air of anxiety around him. He looked the band of... heroes, if you'd like to call them that, up and down- and he was surprised with what he found.

"Well, I wouldn't be an honest man if I didn't say you three weren't quite what I expected," he admitted. Who could blame him? Hunters had a specific look about them, and the trio before his eyes... not quite hunters. You had a Ragonar who clearly had the look of a merc- good in a fight, sure, but a bonafide hunter he was not. Next there was the monk. Yeah, a monk. Not a common sight around these parts. Last but not least you had a Half-Elf, definitely young and strong, but not quite experienced. Gods know why he looked so on edge.

The farmer smacked his lips, "But, hey, you're my best shot. I've had that poster up in the capitol a few days now and you're the first to even consider helping an old farmer like me. Come on in," motioning for the three to step inside.

The house was a pretty typical set-up. A bit old fashioned, but typical. It was an open space, wooden floor and walls, with a kitchen, dining area, and fireplace. Some doorways at each wall leading to the rest of his home.

The farmer took a seat in an armchair by the fire. Across the coffee table in front of him was a loveseat- two of the guests could squeeze in there. He offered the open seats to his guests, "One of you feel free to take a chair from the table."