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Welcome to The Chosen's journals. Each character is invited to keep a
journal and write down the thoughts of their characters as they wander
through Nyternia. In addition, the DM has a journal which highlights
each session. The players are:
Blink's Journal, session #15
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So we arrived in Tallo. While we were waiting for Jay to get word that we were here (damned guard probably wanted a gold piece to expedite our message!), we heard about "the hunt". Apparently, it's a qualifier for a larger tournament that will take place as part of the Adventurer's convention. Basically, you pay 50GP and go slaughter a whole bunch of poor beasts (I was relieved to hear that the Hunt has a nice side purpose of providing meat for the city) during a timed period. Most kills wins, with a point system. If you win, you get 600GP, an entry to the big tournament, and undying fame (in Tallo, at least, for whatever that's worth).
So we scouted the terrain in advance, and found a pond that looked like a good spot (local watering hole). We decided to head that wait on the day of the contest. We figured that we'd have an edge on most of the competition, between Vernon's tracking skills and Malif's falcon.
So the big day came. Off we went, in an efficient manner, wreaking havoc on the local fauna (you'd the word would be passed along the deer grapevine.the humans are coming, the humans are coming.but apparently not). We accumulated some deer (hard to kill, because they keep running away.our normal hunting technique is to either befuddle the beasts with Errol's mellifluous (that's what it says in his press kit, at least) voice or just piss them off so much that they don't WANT to run away), some boar, and some bear (turns out dire bear are nasty as heck and I've got the scars to prove it). We were falling behind, though - some group with two rangers were racking up an impressive total of tigers, the biggest value animals. Personally, I think they had a big tiger cage out there somewhere - "Look, Algy, another tiger, by Jove! Let's shoot the bugger!".
Needing a giant load of meat, we finally executed on our plan to head for the watering hole. By sheer luck (that's not the public story, of course) we got there at dusk, when all the local beasts were congregated. We managed to kill some deer, and some boar, and a tiger who was foolish enough to be lounging around (great spotting by Vernon, and great shooting by Vaugner and Kestrel). Then we were attacked by harpies. That was ugly, because almost the entire group decided to go walk into the pond and die. Vernon and I (clearly there are benefits to having a disciplined mind!) were not fooled, and managed to save the day. Best of all, harpies fell into the "other beasts" category and gave us enough points for the overall win.
We are SO good. Must get Errol working on a song to immortalize our victory.
There was also some talk with Jay about Belar politics. I slept
through that part.