3/8 Founding of the Hunters of Dawn

Artaghh whispers: Sure thing.
 Artaghh whispers: Tha' is fair.
Artaghh says, "Now we post up."
Chaaca Khan says, "Alright."
 Artaghh whispers: Ye' may need to swear an oath'ta Azrael.
Artaghh whispers: Bu' he is a cool guy.
 Artaghh whispers: An' ye' can still worship yer fish gods too.
Chaaca Khan whispers: So I've been told, I still know next to nothing about him.
Chaaca Khan whispers: As far as I know, my whale god works for him.
 Artaghh whispers: Think of it like a pantheon of badass.
 Chaaca Khan whispers: Right... Well while we're here, wanna learn some more about the leviathan?
Artaghh whispers: Sure.
 Chroma Zanders says, "Hey yall."
 Artaghh says, "We can talk out loud fer that."
 Chaaca Khan says, "Alright."
 Chaaca Khan says, "Apperently the thing is the original enemy of my people."
 Chroma Zanders asks, "Huh?"
 Chroma Zanders asks, "We killing another fish?"
 Chaaca Khan says, "Not now..."
 Chaaca Khan says, "And it ain't a normal fish."
 Artaghh says, "Some day."
 Artaghh says, "We will."
Chroma Zanders says, "Ah."
 Artaghh says, "We must get stronger first."
Artaghh says, "Been delvin' into deeper studies of energy magic."
Chroma Zanders says, "Works for me then, Aye."
 Chaaca Khan says, "The thin' dwarfs the largest ships ever made."
Artaghh says, "The Mystic Arts, mastery of the mind and mana projection, increases the sheer density of your shroud palpably."
 Artaghh says, "So I'd say."
 Artaghh says, "If I could figure it out."
Chaaca Khan says, "Anyways, from what I remember hearing... The thing is currently resting due to some injuries it sustained."
 Artaghh says, "I'd kick a lot of ass."
 Chroma Zanders says, "That's what Gabriel used."
 Artaghh says, "Tha' said."
 Chroma Zanders says, "Shit wasn't fun to fight."
 Artaghh says, "All I go' fer leads on the spirt realm is tha' amulet from the fish hunt."
 Artaghh asks, "So wha's our next steps boys?"
Chroma Zanders says, "I'm developing my own strengths though."
 Artaghh says, "Tha' thing we fought was a monster."
 Chroma Zanders says, "In Energy that is"
 Artaghh says, "There's more'a them out there, an' we need'ta kill'm."
 Chroma Zanders says, "Sounds good."
 Chaaca Khan says, "Describe the thing to me."
 Artaghh says, "Tha's our honor as knights to protect folk from creatures an' beasts o'ta night."
 Chaaca Khan says, "Cause... If it's what I think it is, there's a chance I might know a bit more about it."
 Artaghh says, "We shall become hunters this evenin', tha' a new Dawn may one day rise without fear of beasts."
 Chaaca Khan says, "Anyways, back to the leviathan."
 Chaaca Khan says, "The leviathan despite it's size, it ain't invincible."
 Chaaca Khan says, "The king of my people Yaddil, put a dent in the bastard."
 Chroma Zanders says, "Mnh..."
 Ser Artaghh would pat his good bard on the shoulder with a steady nod as he scratched at the seams of his eyepatch, steadfast in his pursuit of the mastery of the mind. He would find a way into the realm of spirits, face mana made manifest, and become a master energy magi or die trying. He had no fear of death after hunting the foul beasts of that horrible cave. He would be ready.

Unsheathing his mithril long sword with a nod to Bard Chaaca Khan and Ser Chroma Zanders, the bald swordsman would steadily dredge out an oily cloth from his silvery sabaton with a slow puff of his corn cob pipe, blowing out a minty cloud of smoke as he began the diligent process of maintaining his blade for hunting purposes. Who knew what came in the night.
(Artaghh)
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 Artaghh says, "We shall hunt the leviathan too."
 Chaaca Khan says, "We'll need to be geared to the teeth."
 Artaghh says, "A'course."
 Artaghh says, "We're nae even near at tha' level yet."
 Artaghh says, "Bu' one day....we will be."
 Chaaca Khan says, "Yaddil, was in a full set of blessed metorite armor, oh and he had a trident made of the same material."
 Artaghh exclaims, "We'll have the gear an' power'a heroes!"
 Artaghh exclaims, "An' carve our own tales in the myths and legends of Agartha!"
 Chaaca Khan says, "With that Armor, and Trident he was able to best the beast without taking damage."
 Artaghh says, "We are young still."
 Chaaca Khan says, "Blessed Metorite."
 Chaaca Khan says, "We should work on gathering that."
 Chaaca Khan says, "The beast is missing an eye, though."
 Artaghh says, "I'll take his o'er one."
 Artaghh says, "An' its fell life."
Chaaca Khan says, "And I'll take his head..."
Chaaca Khan says, "And make a fucking soup out of the bastard."
 Chaaca Khan says, "I'm gonna really fucking big bowl though."
 Artaghh says, "Potent."
 Chaaca Khan says, "For now though, I think we should focus on hutning smaller sea creatures."
 Chaaca Khan says, "Work our way up."
 Chaaca Khan says, "As we gather blessed metorite."
Chaaca nods. This seemed like a good plan to him.
(Chaaca Khan)
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[16:30] Scratching the back of his head, Chroma would attempt to fathom exactly how in the hell they'd be able to gather the meteorite down in order to forge a weapon to take it head on. Shrugging, he'd surmise, that it'd be a hell of hunt.

Grinning widely at the thought, he'd wonder if they'd even survive something like that--Artaghh, Chaaca Khan and himself were all pretty strong magi, but they'd definitely need to plan all of this out, and take along a devout team to do so.

Rolling his shoulder, Chroma simply added. "That'd be something....."
(Chroma Zanders)

Artaghh says, "Basically Chroma."
Artaghh says, "I've gone from jus' sorta implyin' I wanna marry Amelie."
 Artaghh says, "To more....cozy terms."
 Chroma Zanders says, "That's fair."
Artaghh says, "Nae anythin' unknightly."
 Artaghh says, "Bu' a lady mus' have her puddin'."
 Chroma Zanders says, "We all do crazy shit for our wives."
 Chaaca Khan says, "Right... So bad news."
 Chaaca Khan says, "We don't sell Cocoa seeds here."
 Artaghh says, "Just means."
Artaghh says, "Ye' need'ta head to Gehenna."
 Artaghh says, "I can't join."
Chaaca Khan asks, "Want me to go now?"
Chroma Zanders says, "Me either."
 Artaghh says, "Sure, stay safe."
 Chaaca Khan says, "Alright."
Artaghh says, "An' one more thing."
Ser Artaghh would raise his his freshly polished, glimmering mithril long sword into the air with a stalwart nod to Ser Chroma Zanders and Bard Chaaca Khan, bowing his head to both the gentleman and the gentlefishman would knightly fervor and determination. "We are now sworn hunters of the coming dawn, a society that pursues the ungodly creatures of the night that....aren't allied to us or in trade compacts with us. The true, towering beasts like the Swuisarme King. Today, we are sworn to hunt."
(Artaghh)
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 Chaaca nods to Ser Artaghh, as he lifts his ornate staff from his back, as he does so the crystal at the tip of the staff begins to hum a merry tune, as he offers a smile to both Artaghh and Chroma Zanders. "Yea, it's gonna be awesome as hell my dudes." With that he'd place his staff on his back before offering a farewell wave to Artaghh and Chroma.