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theianlogs2017-09-24 09:29 am
shalamayne) wrote in theianlogs2017-09-24 09:29 am
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croikey! it's a big one! (CLOSED)
Who: Varian Wrynn, Khadgar & his gryphon.
When: Probably from around the 15th Sept.
Where: Bayou, swamps.
What: Hunting down the White Crocodile.
Warnings: Probably hunting an animal, said animal taking chunks out of said hunters...
[ Being in this new place has been a stress even Varian isn't willing to admit to. Knowing full well that things are dire back home and that he's not there to oversee said things is bad enough, but also knowing that there's no apparent way home yet? That is going to give the King of Stormwind the grey hairs that have been threatening ever since Anduin ran off to Pandaria. There's been a few days of wandering around, exploring here and there as Varian tries to get some kind of handle on this place. It seems pretty closed in though after looking over the wall at one point Varian wonders if it's keeping them in or something out.
The opportunity to go to the bayou raises itself in the form of a task, to go bring back a white crocodile. Varian would be a liar if he said he wasn't having some kind of nostalgia as he makes he way to where the creature is supposed to be. It's almost like he's back trekking through the Wetlands, having snuck out during a brief stay at Menethil Harbour. Even the crocodile is similar enough, though Varian knows that one is most likely just a story (unlike the one that swims in the canals at Stormwind. No matter how many times they say that one is real people still seem to shake it off as a myth and pay the price in bites later). This venture is going to be some much needed stress relief; hell, Varian is even debating if he wants to try this without weapons first, he's just looking forwards to it that much.
And then he spies someone in the distance, two figures from what he can see and both looking familiar enough. It's that kid from before and with them a gryphon looking almost like it's just been plucked straight from Stormwind. The nostalgia briefly threatens to twist itself into something suspciously like homesickness.]
Don't tell me, you're looking for a white crocodile too.
When: Probably from around the 15th Sept.
Where: Bayou, swamps.
What: Hunting down the White Crocodile.
Warnings: Probably hunting an animal, said animal taking chunks out of said hunters...
[ Being in this new place has been a stress even Varian isn't willing to admit to. Knowing full well that things are dire back home and that he's not there to oversee said things is bad enough, but also knowing that there's no apparent way home yet? That is going to give the King of Stormwind the grey hairs that have been threatening ever since Anduin ran off to Pandaria. There's been a few days of wandering around, exploring here and there as Varian tries to get some kind of handle on this place. It seems pretty closed in though after looking over the wall at one point Varian wonders if it's keeping them in or something out.
The opportunity to go to the bayou raises itself in the form of a task, to go bring back a white crocodile. Varian would be a liar if he said he wasn't having some kind of nostalgia as he makes he way to where the creature is supposed to be. It's almost like he's back trekking through the Wetlands, having snuck out during a brief stay at Menethil Harbour. Even the crocodile is similar enough, though Varian knows that one is most likely just a story (unlike the one that swims in the canals at Stormwind. No matter how many times they say that one is real people still seem to shake it off as a myth and pay the price in bites later). This venture is going to be some much needed stress relief; hell, Varian is even debating if he wants to try this without weapons first, he's just looking forwards to it that much.
And then he spies someone in the distance, two figures from what he can see and both looking familiar enough. It's that kid from before and with them a gryphon looking almost like it's just been plucked straight from Stormwind. The nostalgia briefly threatens to twist itself into something suspciously like homesickness.]
Don't tell me, you're looking for a white crocodile too.
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I am.
[He'd spent the last few days since then writing down his observations concerning that event and examining the egg he'd claimed from it. After he'd learned all he could from that, he'd found a box that was big enough to hold it without being too big and padded it with an extra shirt before storing the egg within it. With that out of the way, he'd turned his mind to other things to busy himself with. Which had resulted in him deciding to try his hand at hunting with the gryphon that had apparently had the misfortune to be brought with him. A fact that had also occupied some thought as well, though fortunately it seemed that it had been capable enough to take care of itself at night. He would need to see about finding fitting shelter soon though he suspected.
The gryphon made a fussing noise that pulled his attention back to the present and his current company. He gave the gryphon a steadying pat on the neck before turning away to step toward the other man.]
Perhaps we can hunt it together?