Kevin
*Shank wanders into the Lymian Wilderness, weapons at the ready. He's been practising for a good while, and is excited to give his skills a test. He adjusts his helmet for a bit for continuing on.*
Dawna
*Shank, heading in a general direction of the map, would have a bit of trouble finding the cave, and stumbled into a small village in the middle of the wilderness. With the sun setting, Shank could see in the well lit village with Wood elves milling around, carrying about their business right before dinnertime. The rich aroma of food will drift over to shank, who had only eaten rations on the way here. A wood elf child would spot shank in the distance and tugged on her mother, who would look at shank in the distance and smile.*
Kevin
*Shank nods his head to the woman, and enjoys the smell of the cooked food. However, no time to be distracted. Shank is a dedicated and focused individual, who cannot be led astray by the promise of a meal. He internally chides himself for thinking about trying to get some.

Shank approaches the elven woman, putting his weapons away and his helmet's visor up in order to look more approachable. Well, more approachable. Shank still has a case of resting bitch face.*
Bette
"I was told Rust Monsters were nearby. Do you know their location?"
Dawna
*The woman's face flashes in surprise and then she opens her door and whisked her daughter inside. She shows some hesitation before she says: "I don't know where they are, but I know someone who does." She paused before continuing: "Virnan is a ranger. You will find him at the forge." She would point in the direction of the forge then shut the door when her daughter called for her , leaving Shank outside. Shank would make his way to the forge, where he would spot an elderly elf along with a younger one, dressed in green robes and armed with several arrows.*
Kevin
*Shank sighs. How useful of her.. Not.

He approaches the person he assumes to be the ranger. Same as before, trying to look approachable but probably failing. Nox can probably attest to the boy not being a friendly sort.*
Bette
"I was told Rust Monsters were nearby... And you know where they are. Is this correct?"
Dawna
*Vinran would turn before Shank reached him as he had heard shank approaching. Shank could see that the two of them were laughing and drinking. Virnan turned at Shank smiled and offered a cup of what they were drinking to him, but upon hearing the word rust monsters, his face would flash in surprise before chucking. He says: "I know where they are, yes, but what in seven hells are you planning to do with them?"*
Kevin
*Shank glowers at the elf slightly more than he usually glowers at most people. Again, as a lot of people who know Shank can attest, friendliness is not his strong suit.*
Bette
"I want to kill them."
Dawna
*This time, the Old timer as well as Vinran would chuckle. The old timer would say: "I think this one has had more to drink than us!" Vinran on the other hand, would see Shank's glower and sense that he was actually serious. His face would show signs of sympathy, and he would say: "First time on the Rodeo? It's not the best idea to hunt down and kill Rust monsters with your current equipment. I had almost assumed you wanted to tame one, although you don't seem to know how to do that either."*
Kevin
*Shank's constant glowering loosens a little. That... Was true. From what he's heard of them, they'd make a joke of his armour. He had the bow, but that probably wouldn't be enough.*
Bette
"What should I do, then? My leader needs their eggs."
Dawna
*Vinran would sigh and take a sip from his drink before saying: "I don't doubt your ability to kill them but have you looked at what you are wearing and repeated the name of what you are trying to hunt?" His would silently reminisce about the time that he had fought along a beastkin and sigh. Good old days. He thought to himself and took yet another sip.*
Kevin
*...Ah. Yes. That... Ugh. Shank groans, realising what an idiot he was. He debates removing all of his metal objects for safekeeping. He then gets an idea, and describes it to the ranger. To them, it might not be original, but to Shank, it is.*
Bette
"Could I leave my equipment here and take bars of metal to use as bait?"
Kevin
*Of course, that's a bit of extra money to spend. But Shank didn't mind.*
Dawna
*Vinran would smile and say: "Now you get it! With a simple touch of their antennae, your armor could rust into nothing. I don't see why you would need metal bars. Egg's don't move. You need nonmetal weapons to kill them, unless that sword or those arrows of yours are enchanted." The old timer moved into the blacksmithing hut, presumably to get weapons.*
Kevin
*No, they weren't. Shank debates enchanting his weapons, actually. Non-metal weapons... So, wooden spears, wooden arrows, the like, Shank assumes. He looks through his wallet, ready to pay for this non-metal equipment... Which he could've asked Nox for, but whatever.*
Dawna
*The old timer would return holding a wooden cub as well as a black roll. When he got closer, he would lay the club on the table and unfurl the black roll, showing a whole assortment of bone weapons. Shank would see Bone arrowheads of various sizes, a bone flute, and several wicked looking bone daggers with intricate designs. The old timer would say: "Yer luck we have these! The best weapons against the rust monsters!"*
Kevin
*Shank smiles **Ever so slightly** As he looks at all of the weapons. Back to his roots, then. Getting tribal in combat. There's something funny about that to Shank. Although... These will probably need some money to be acquired, hmm?*
Dawna
*The old timer looks at Shank in a funny way before saying: "We can give you the club for free, as you can see all around us, we have no shortage of trees at all. However, the bone knives belong to the village. We will happily lend you some for use, but will keep your metal armor here to ensure that you return them." Vinran nods and adds: i will show you to the caves, but will not accompany you further.*
Kevin
*Shank has no external reaction, but inside, he is very relieved. His equipment costed enough, he didn't fancy splurging out on some bone and wood weapons. He takes off his metal armour and equipment, leaving it at the forge, but keeps his gambeson on. That could still come in handy.

He gives the club a few swings. Feels nice, almost natural.*
Dawna
*Vinran would nod at the old timer, grab two torches, hand one to Shank and walk off, gesturing for Shank to follow. Within minutes, they would reach the other side of the Village, where the trees were much denser. It didn't help that the sun was setting. They would reach what looked like a path, although it seemed that it had been a while since someone had last used it. There were leaves and fallen branches covering the dirt of the path. Vinran would say as they were walking the path:"I hope you have a good memory. Don't get lost in these woods, especially with winter coming."*
Kevin
*Shank smirks at the elf as he walks alongside her. He does... Well, his memory isn't awful, anyway. There's still bits and pieces back from the slave camp that he remembers very well. The winter storms are awful, but Shank doesn't mind them too much due to his fur and Beastkin heritage.*
Dawna
*The duo would continue walking down the path, until they reached a small clearing in the woods. At the opposite side, Shank would see the entrance to two caves, one slightly larger than the other, with the latter showing a old bloodstain. Vinran would stop and nod and Shank, saying: "Best of luck to you. If you are fast enough, we may have a meal, for you." He would then turn back the way he had come, leaving Shank alone.*
Kevin
*Shank looks behind him and nods, before brandishing his bow, dousing his torch and wandering into the cave. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself. Always best to be prepared for an attack.

He relies on his night vision to help him see his targets as he wanders in.*
Dawna
*Shank would enter the cave to the left, and although he had night vision, this tunnel appeared to be long and straight, declining at an angle. Walking along it, Shank would see torch holders, but without torches in them. They had had probably rotted away in the ages that this cave went unused. He would continue further, finding nothing of significant importance*
Kevin
*Shank glares as he continues to wander down the cave, now putting an arrow in his bow and readying a shot. This would be a little unnerving... To most people. Shank had a steel will, and was prepared to defend himself, and pay back his debt to Nox.*
Dawna
*Shank would continue in dead silence for a while, before reaching a diverging path. From what he could tell, one lead down to what appeared to be a central room in the cave, while the other one maintained their elevation and perhaps was a platform to look down at the central room. At this point, Shank could definitely hear something, but with his current level of night vision, he could not see anything as of yet.*
Kevin
*Shank gets up and tries to sneak onto the platform. Of course, since his stealth skills are basic and not supernatural at all, he isn't brilliant, but he might still have somewhat of an edge against the monsters if he's careful. He assumes that the noises are the Rust Monsters, and checks his club and daggers' location, so that they are easily drawable in case of an emergency.*
Dawna
Shank looks down while sneaking up, and sees a skeleton of a dead Macen, and in another 60 feet away, the remains of a rust monster with a single red, very dim glowing rune on it. Looking around carefully, he vaguely sees two sets of feet and a few antennae spread across the circle of his range of night vision.
Kevin
*Shank tries to get just a little closer to the rust monsters, and takes the corridor leaning down, still gripping his bow and arrow tightly as he tries to get a closer look and a better shot.

When he can, he fires an arrow at one of the rust monsters, crouching, and aiming carefully.*
Dawna
*Shank's arrow hits a Rust monster but having been a bit out of range, the arrow ricochets off the monster and clatters to the ground. Sensing metal, the rust monster turns and scuttles towards where the arrow fell, using it's antenna to dissolve it and eat it. However, a zombie was close to Shank, an starts heading toward him.*

1 zombie 50 feet away, comming right at you
Kevin
*Shank readies another arrow and fires it at the zombie's head. Although he's heard of the story about cutting off a zombie's head, he wants to test for a normal shot first. No matter the outcome, he draws his club and looks to the rust monster again. Might shoot another metal arrow for good measure.*
Dawna
*This time, Shank was in much better range than his first shot, and this time, his arrow hit true, piecing right through the zombie's unarmored head, killing it instantly. It fell to the ground in a loud thud, alerting the other zombie, who was roughly 180 feet away, to Shank's presence. The Rust monster once again detecting metal, stats moving toward the downed zombie, but doesn't quite get there.*
Kevin
*Shank nocks another arrow to his bow and shoots the close Rust Monster. For now, he was just going to play it safe and utilise his bow for killing the creatures. However, if they came close, he wasn't afraid to get into melee combat. As usual, he keeps an eye on his surroundings and under his feet, worried for the possibility of stepping on an egg. Yes, it's probably just paranoia. No, Shank doesn't care.*
Dawna
*The ground Shank stands on is mainly uneven stone, with a few vines snaking through cracks in the stone itself. This time, when the arrow hits, it nudges itself between two sections of the rust monster's armor. Because it was so close, it detected the metal on Shank's belt and his arrow, and began running at Shank.*
Kevin
*Shank straps his bow back on and draws his club, moving toward the beast and bringing it down on the creature's back, hitting the top of the arrow in order to dig it in further.*