<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/13/53/1d/13531db9b6da053e62f2cb4324f06620.jpg)</div><strong>Gurlove (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1725433)</strong><br/><em>Half-Orc Barbarian: Beserker 4 CN</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Gurlove was a bounty hunter.  Or a mercenary.  Or a hunter.  In truth, Gurlove was anything that got her paid.  It had been how she had been ever since she had left her village at the tender age of 16.  That had been six years ago and she had carved a fairly nice niche for herself as a skilled warrior that could handle most tasks without too much difficulty, though she wasn't foolish enough to try and push her limits beyond what she was really capable of.  She also had no issues in working with others, meaning that she could get a piece of larger rewards that might've been out of her reach if she refused to work with others.  Not that she generally had the money for very long as it was usually spent shortly after getting it on booze, women, men, and whatever pleasures that she decided to indulge in at the moment.<br/><br/>Of course, this meant that she was almost always running short on money, which meant that she was constantly looking for work in all of the small towns and villages that she came across.  Usually the tasks were simple enough, ranging from hunting small creatures that were causing an issue for the local farmers, helping with repairs on buildings that required someone with a great deal of strength, and other minor tasks that were too trivial for local guards or armies to handle, but too much for untrained people to deal with.  Not that she really minded as it kept things interesting for her and she rarely got bored, something that was important to her since she hated being bored more than she really hated anything else.  Of course, some were wary of hiring the half-orc barbarian, but she couldn't care less about those people.<br/><br/>And right now, she was on the hunt.  She had been passing through a small village of only a couple of hundred people when an elderly couple had stopped her.  After asking if she was willing to take on a job for them, they had explained that a beast had been on the prowl in the area, killing livestock and even a couple of young men who had attempted to hunt it.  One had managed to return, speaking of a fierce, catlike creature with six legs and tentacles.  An old man in the village had identified it as a displacer beast, something that a village of simple farmers and craftsman were unequipped to handle.  Agreeing on a fair price, Gurlove had agreed to hunt the creature and after a night of relaxing and drinking in the village's tavern, she had set off late the next day in search of the beast.<br/><br/>Moving through the forest, she had found some sign of the beast, but not the creature itself so far.  She searched all day and as night had fallen, something that didn't bother her with her ability to see fairly well in the darkness, she had decided that perhaps she should go ahead and make camp and rest.  But before she could do that, she heard the sound of fighting and shouting from not to far away.  Grabbing her greataxe and leaving her small campsite for now, she would follow the sounds of combat and shouting until she came upon a most curious sight.  It was a woman in a torn white dress trying to fend off the very beast that she had been hired to kill  And judging from the fact that the beast was clearly toying with her at this point, the woman was not faring all that well.  A fact that was made even clearer as she shouted at the beast just to stop playing with her and end it.<br/><br/>Gurlove couldn't help but smile at her good fortune in this situation.  Not only was her prey softened up and distracted, but she had a chance to earn the gratitude of what looked to be a very gorgeous and desperate girl.  She could almost feel the excitement building already, but first she had to focus on business rather than pleasure.  Growling, she allowed her anger to fill her, increasing her strength and intensity before letting out a fierce roar that filled the small clearing that they were in.  The noise clearly startled the displacer beast, which had been completely and utterly wrapped up in toying with its prey.  It allowed Gurlove to deliver an absolutely devastating blow to the beast before it even had time to react, knocking the beast off of it's six legs and to the ground, which Gurlove was quick to follow up on by attempting to deliver what she hoped with be the killing blow to the beast.<br/><br/>Her next blow struck true and brutal, ripping the beast wide open, but she could tell that it wasn't quite a killing blow just yet.  Still, the displacer beast was in a bad way, mewing now rather than growling as it tried to struggle to its feet, though it was clear that it wasn't interested in fighting anymore, but rather perhaps fleeing in the hope that it might survive just yet.  Growling in anger at the fact that the beast was still alive, Gurlove was not about to let it get away and cause her to lose out on the bounty and the possible gratitude of the woman that now, potentially, owed her life to the savage attack from Gurlove, something that she was very eager to try and cash in on once she ensured that the creature was finished off.<br/><br/><em>OOC:  Gurlove's attacks took 41hp from the displacer beast, leaving it at 2hp and on death's door.</em>