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Viola's life had never been an easy one. Those in the village that knew her didn't know if she told the truth of her memory loss; and she was quite aware of the Elder's rather silent distrust of her, as a hunting partner was always assigned to her when they left the village - willing or not. Those that attempted to be friendly with the woman would receive warmth and kindness back in turn, but it would come to a quick end as soon as they started prying into her past. Sometimes, even if they wanted to help her with whatever caused her such pain, they'd be driven away permanently by the hurt huntress.
Viola knew, in the deepest part of her heart, she was one of these 'Descendants', as the Elder called them. There couldn't be any other way for her to be as fast or as strong as she was without being a child of a God. It didn't matter to her though; the Gods hadn't bothered her, and she had no plans to bother them.
It seemed like a normal day for Viola; it had been for the past few years since she lived with the village. Despite the bright sun, and the rumors of a large fight between the Goblins and Kobolds, she knew she had to hunt. Making her way to the lead hunter's hut, she stopped with the small, three-person group of Hunters, glancing at the men and women that stood around, waiting for their assignments.
[Hunters:]
The group of men and women around Viola were the best of the village - not as good as a Descendant, but still great compared to other hunters in the village. These Hunters would most likely compose the group Viola hunted with today, as it was most every time they gathered. Few of them treated the probably-Descendant as one of their kin; in fact, Janna was the only one that gave her a tiny nod in greeting - but still, nothing was said to her, as the group held their own small conversations with one another.
When the Elder's Hunt Adviser came from the hut, the conversations ceased. Herald was an older man, like many of the advisers, with graying hair and cold blue eyes. Still, even though his days of hunting were over, the man had well defined muscles along his arm, and Viola suspected elsewhere, hidden beneath his clothes. He runs a hand through his hair, looking at the gathered hunters.
"...You've all heard Dexter's gone?" He asks. Brash, a skinny, rather... well, brash man, laughs a little.
"Yeah, and good riddance too. I wouldn't want to see that thing when it got really big."
"Doesn't matter. Just wanted it gone," Herald says. He was a man of few words, something Viola could appreciate, "Creature to the Northwest. Spotted by Gatherers, looked dangerous. Need it killed."
"What if it isn't?" Janna asks timidly. Herald and the bow huntress never seemed to have much of a report; thankfully, today, he merely looks at her and shrugs, instead of raising his voice.
"Doesn't matter. Need it dead." Herald shrugs his shoulders with that. After a few moments of silence, Brash and Leon stand up straight, stretching, starting towards the Northwest, followed by Janna and Hera. It left Viola and the Hunt Adviser some brief time, but not much - that is, if she wanted to say or ask anything.
[Current Position: 0,0]
Viola knew, in the deepest part of her heart, she was one of these 'Descendants', as the Elder called them. There couldn't be any other way for her to be as fast or as strong as she was without being a child of a God. It didn't matter to her though; the Gods hadn't bothered her, and she had no plans to bother them.
It seemed like a normal day for Viola; it had been for the past few years since she lived with the village. Despite the bright sun, and the rumors of a large fight between the Goblins and Kobolds, she knew she had to hunt. Making her way to the lead hunter's hut, she stopped with the small, three-person group of Hunters, glancing at the men and women that stood around, waiting for their assignments.
[Hunters:]
Brash:
Stats:
Leon:
Stats:
Janna:
Stats:
Hera:
Stats:
Stats:
Strength: 10
Stamina: 5
Dexterity: 5
Agility: 5
Intelligence: 5
Will: 5
BP: 10
FP: 10
PP: 8
MP: 20
Sharp Stone Sword
Stamina: 5
Dexterity: 5
Agility: 5
Intelligence: 5
Will: 5
BP: 10
FP: 10
PP: 8
MP: 20
Sharp Stone Sword
Stats:
Strength: 5
Stamina: 10
Dexterity: 5
Agility: 5
Intelligence: 5
Will: 5
BP: 13
FP: 20
PP: 10
MP: 20
Dull Stone Sword
Wooden Shield
Stamina: 10
Dexterity: 5
Agility: 5
Intelligence: 5
Will: 5
BP: 13
FP: 20
PP: 10
MP: 20
Dull Stone Sword
Wooden Shield
Stats:
Strength: 5
Stamina: 5
Dexterity: 10
Agility: 5
Intelligence: 5
Will: 5
BP: 8
FP: 10
PP: 8
MP: 20
Reinforced Short Bow
Stone-Tipped Arrows
Stamina: 5
Dexterity: 10
Agility: 5
Intelligence: 5
Will: 5
BP: 8
FP: 10
PP: 8
MP: 20
Reinforced Short Bow
Stone-Tipped Arrows
Hera:
Stats:
Strength: 5
Stamina: 5
Dexterity: 5
Agility: 10
Intelligence: 5
Will:5
BP: 8
FP: 10
PP: 8
MP: 20
Stamina: 5
Dexterity: 5
Agility: 10
Intelligence: 5
Will:5
BP: 8
FP: 10
PP: 8
MP: 20
The group of men and women around Viola were the best of the village - not as good as a Descendant, but still great compared to other hunters in the village. These Hunters would most likely compose the group Viola hunted with today, as it was most every time they gathered. Few of them treated the probably-Descendant as one of their kin; in fact, Janna was the only one that gave her a tiny nod in greeting - but still, nothing was said to her, as the group held their own small conversations with one another.
When the Elder's Hunt Adviser came from the hut, the conversations ceased. Herald was an older man, like many of the advisers, with graying hair and cold blue eyes. Still, even though his days of hunting were over, the man had well defined muscles along his arm, and Viola suspected elsewhere, hidden beneath his clothes. He runs a hand through his hair, looking at the gathered hunters.
"...You've all heard Dexter's gone?" He asks. Brash, a skinny, rather... well, brash man, laughs a little.
"Yeah, and good riddance too. I wouldn't want to see that thing when it got really big."
"Doesn't matter. Just wanted it gone," Herald says. He was a man of few words, something Viola could appreciate, "Creature to the Northwest. Spotted by Gatherers, looked dangerous. Need it killed."
"What if it isn't?" Janna asks timidly. Herald and the bow huntress never seemed to have much of a report; thankfully, today, he merely looks at her and shrugs, instead of raising his voice.
"Doesn't matter. Need it dead." Herald shrugs his shoulders with that. After a few moments of silence, Brash and Leon stand up straight, stretching, starting towards the Northwest, followed by Janna and Hera. It left Viola and the Hunt Adviser some brief time, but not much - that is, if she wanted to say or ask anything.
[Current Position: 0,0]