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05b - Ngarungadurung Hunting.

Posted by The KeeperFor group 0
The Keeper
GM, 216 posts
Sat 24 Oct 2020
at 18:10
  • msg #1

05b - Ngarungadurung Hunting




Ngarungadurung hears Speckles doing that particular one-footed jump onto his riding-beast and calling out to the others. The foreigner/fire demon might have said something about being careful, but the cicada-sound quickly falls like a curtain over their communication and Ngarungadurung gets a strong sense of being alone in the bush, like he's suddenly travelled an hour's journey from anyone in a handful of steps.


[[May I have a mystery roll, please, and a Stealth if you want to be stealthy.]]
Ngarungadurung
player, 72 posts
Long Runner
Sun 25 Oct 2020
at 08:47
  • msg #2

05b - Ngarungadurung Hunting

Ngarungadurung crouches and moves close to the ground, approaching as stealthily as he can manage.


10:46, Today: Ngarungadurung rolled 44 using 1d100.  Stealth (55).
10:44, Today: Ngarungadurung rolled 88 using 1d100.  Mystery Roll.

The Keeper
GM, 219 posts
Sun 25 Oct 2020
at 16:22
  • msg #3

05b - Ngarungadurung Hunting

Ngarungadurung creeps, the leaves and dry soil mapping their texture across his soles as he shifts forward, one spear up and ready and the other balancing. He feels quiet, and can surely not be heard over the insect noise, yet as the uncertain movement ahead resolves into glimpses of European clothing - a dirt-streaked shirt, darker breeks, a skinless-pale hand twitching through the leaves and crowded shade - he reads something in the other's pause that suggests perhaps he sees him.

The cicada chant seems to run slow, Time thickening as the instinctive certainty of the hunt tells him this is the moment of action: to launch himself from cover and in two running paces close enough to fling the spear and let its motion carry onwards with that sharp and ending point of will, or to run harder, run true, throw his body behind the strike even as the back of his mind throws up the image of the site of sorcery far below.

(A fire, a cookpot, strange sticks and writing. More than one man's teeth.)
Ngarungadurung
player, 73 posts
Long Runner
Sun 25 Oct 2020
at 18:24
  • msg #4

05b - Ngarungadurung Hunting

To kill a white fella in the presence of other white fellas... that was a death sentence in the country down below. But who was to say what was the rule up here? The dead walked and talked and hunted the living.

Ngadurungadurung burst towards the target, spear ready to thrust. But he would hold his hand until he could lock onto the quarry with his eyes.
The Keeper
GM, 223 posts
Wed 28 Oct 2020
at 13:36
  • msg #5

05b - Ngarungadurung Hunting

The cicadas chant incessantly, and somehow his sense of distance is all wrong: each step seems to carry him further than his brain knows his stride to be, his breath even, all around him fast. The first he sees of the whitefella is a hand reaching for his spear, a shoulder and side turned to meet his chest...

[[a Fighting: Brawl roll, please.]]
Ngarungadurung
player, 75 posts
Long Runner
Wed 28 Oct 2020
at 20:38
  • msg #6

05b - Ngarungadurung Hunting

Ngarungadurung knows all too-well the sense of dislocation; he is in the presence of one of them, one of the dead from a different time...

23:35, Today: Ngarungadurung rolled 3 using 1d100.  Brawl (60).
The Keeper
GM, 226 posts
Wed 28 Oct 2020
at 23:41
  • msg #7

05b - Ngarungadurung Hunting

[[Hahahahaha, he's not wrong! Please move yourself over to the other thread you can see...]]
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