<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/c4C5CZX.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Yokun da Nukoy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15884568#msg15884568)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Human Boxer<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>A ruined wheat field North of the Cypress tree/ Evening/ W1D2-Castalin<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Suna<br/><br/>As the pair moved out onto the road and the Elf girl took her first pull of the drink Yokun lifted the keg and simply poured his share directly into his mouth. Oh damn that stuff tasted like fermented death and Yokun was all for it. He had a feeling it was Bacchnysus's will they not consume the entire contents of the keg and that's why he cracked it and caused most of it's contents to spill out. Maybe mere humans or mere pink elves weren't meant to drink a full thing of Gnoll booze themselves.<br/><br/>Or the God of Wine was a greedy fucker and he just wanted most of it for himself. In that case this was a double victory in Yokun's mind! First, a win against some Gnolls and then another win over the God of getting drunk off your ass. He was about to pour Suna her second cup when he noticed she wrapped her arms around herself to ward off the cold. Should he put his arm around her? It would be a nice gesture, but wouldn't do much to keep her warm out here. Looking down for an idea he remembered he was wearing a fur lined coat. Albeit one that could use a wash, but as long as she didn't mind the smell it'll keep her warm and he still had his other fur-lined clothes on to keep himself warm. Putting the keg down so it wouldn't tip he quickly undid his belt and pulled the coat off before slinging it over the barely dressed Elf's narrow shoulders. Not that he minded her being barely dressed. She had a very petite body, nicely curved, and likely quite fun when it comes to thing that don't involve fighting, but being cold isn't fun.<br/><br/>Once his coat was settled he redid his belt and picked up the keg to refill her cup before tipping back for another drink for himself. After a small belch he answered her questions. "Hmm I was actually out here catching some rabbits for an impatient Satyr who needed their blood to track some ducks or some shit." He shrugged walking slowly besides the Elf woman. "Anyway caught the rabbits, got paid for it, but then I kid you not the goatman paid me an extra five copper pieces to go get a bath at that temple out here somewhere." He chuckled holding his arms out in somewhat disbelief. "And I tells him, I'm not gonna pay for a bath when I can jump in a river for free. Plus that temple ain't all it's cracked up to be, they say they'll tend to a person's...baser needs as well. But what they don't tell ya is they only do that if you're a rich merchant covered in silks and rubies. Most people can't afford the Tantric Services or whatever they call'em." Dropping his arms he continued. "So I took a swim, smelt booze and meat, then found trouble." He laughed kicking a small rock off the trail. "As for where I'm from and where I'm going? Well I'm from far to the East somewhere. Up a mountain among some pine trees, honestly don't remember much beyond that. I wandered for a bit and wound up in Amberdale. Been there for...hell five years? Maybe...that's another thing I don't remember, but I live at the Vine and Horn Inn which incidentally has the best beds to rest a weary ass on in all of Amberdale!" He gave a short barking laugh. "So what about you? I've seen a few Elves in my time, but not one quite as cool looking as you Suna. Especially love those dagger moves of yours."<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/35roasb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>An-Yah (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333483.msg15893851#msg15893851)<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Painteno Huntress<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Farmlands/ destroyed wheat fields/after midnight W1D3-Castalin<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<br/><br/>Hours beyond the time two weary adventurers wandered off to get drunk on the road a soft pained moan drifted out across the dark fields of destroyed wheat. A few of the not utterly ruined stalks rustled as someone began to move about and soon the multi-colored head of a canine poked up eyes shut and ears drooping down. "Ow...An-Yah no like Pink Elves." The female voice said before a woman's full form stood up, though considering she was barely taller than the wheat around her it would be hard to tell from a distance.<br/><br/>An-Yah was having a bad day. First she woke up with her fur all sticky from the heat of the previous night, then she almost broke her spear hunting. Things began to look up as she was told she'd be going on her first person hunt with Ba-Tou and Ye-Jal. Finally a chance to prove herself as something more than just a scrawny furball unfit to carry a Gnoll male's pups. But even that ended in disaster, two of her teeth were gone, they would grow back she knew, but still didn't make it a nice feeling. She was also beaten up by and knocked out by a skinny Elf of all things. Among Gnoll that's like losing to a Goblin or something, she was more than ashamed she was downright embarrassed.<br/><br/>Plopping down onto her shapely rear the girl held her head in her claws trying to will an oncoming migraine away. She needed to get back to the clan. They had to know about this! As she moved to stand though she kicked something heavy and cold with her foot. Looking she saw it was Ba-Tou's stone knife. She quickly picked it up and got into a low ready crouch expecting trouble, her bother loved this knife and it wouldn't leave his possession without good reason! Her people had good night vision not to mention her big ears could pick up even the smallest of sounds if she paid attention to them. But there was nothing around her but the lonely whisper of wind and the distant chirp of crickets. A crushing feeling of fear and loneliness began creeping up the young Painteno's spine, she hasn't been alone since she was first found by Mama Sim-Za. Her eyes went wide as she looked about her quickly trying to find Ba-Tou and Ye-Jal, surely those two persons hadn't killed and eaten her brother and sister? They were two fully grown Gnolls, not exactly quick meals for anyone to devour.<br/><br/>In the darkness though she found something that told her their fate. In the dirt was a note written crudely by her brother.<strong>"Sorzy Sissa, we alla fail. You take knife, cape, go town. Finna new home. Luv Brotta."</strong>Tears almost came to her eyes, it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever said to her. But it was also a hidden truth, Bo-Tou and Ye-Jal had failed their first person hunt as well. All three of them would be ridiculed and put into the pleasure pen for the next six moons. They would be forced to serve the normal pleasure pen occupants, reduced to even lower than dirt. Not the worst or the longest punishment known to Gnollkind, but still not fun. So her brother and his mate likely left to make their own clan far from here. Sadly they couldn't bring her along as no male Gnoll wanted her as his mate. She was too small and scared too easily, the better fate would be to die out in the wild than grow old as an unmated female.<br/><br/>Or maybe someone in town would have a use for a hunter of animals. She was good at that at least. Grabbing up the cloak dropped by the Elf girl and her brother's knife, An-Yah picked up her spear and moved out onto the road looking up and down it for a direction to take. She'd never even been close to the Person town of Abnerdell, all she knew was it was South of her clan's...former clan's lands. Knowing at least which direction was South she began walking down the road towards what she hoped was the town.