Radaku Ambush
Class Choice Solo
Class Choice Solo
Orin had that feeling again, that feeling that he was going to do something he was going to possibly regret. He was in Jauhar for the time being, they had been traveling through on their way up then east. They had set their sights on travel, but weren't all too sure where they were going yet. Orin wanted to check out those airships. That would be something. But for that three of them would have to go all the way around, through Jauhar, over to Tale, and into Sauti before they could even board one. If they made it on time. He had heard that they still only run once a month.
He shook his head at the thought and to clear his mind of all that. That was way down the road, he wasn't going to linger on what was going to happen like months from now. That was just dumb. Nah, he needed to think of the now. What was he going to do tonight? The sun was already setting and the glow that engulfed Jauhar was already kicking up. It was pretty, he'd give it that. But there was also something eerie about being lit up blues and purples. It cast some pretty heinous shadows. They had set up for the night in Neued the closest place to Oba in Jauhar. He had already wandered off, like he was told explicitly not to do, and was in the forest, taking a leisurely stroll through the understory. He had heard that it was dangerous, but okay, whatever, he could probably handle himself.
It hadn't taken long at all for him to be proven otherwise. The shadows had covered up whatever it was that was coming after him and within a few seconds he felt himself being pinned to the ground, teeth bared close to his face. Close enough that he didn't like what he was looking at. He tried to resist, tried to struggle and roll his way out, but it had a hold on him tight. He had never met a radaku before, but he couldn't say he wanted to at this second. His arms were up by his face, elbows pushing against the thing's chest. He could feel the claws starting to dig into his shoulders and the pain was getting there. But before he could be injured, and his face possibly ripped to shreds, the radaku let out a yelp and ran off into the forest, leaving him on the ground rolled into a tight fetal position.
He jumped up as quickly as he could understand that the danger was done, and whipped his head side to side, trying to figure out what happened. An older shifter man was sheathing a sword with a frown on his face. "Didn't anybody tell you that it's dangerous out here?" he mumbled, looking all around unamused and already fed up with Orin's s**t. His pale skin was glowing in the light of the crystals and fungi. "Well yeah, but I didn't take them seriously." He grimaced at his being caught doing something stupid.
"You need to learn to defend yourself if you're going to keep being an idiot." The man threw out, already walking his way back to the village. "Hey wait up." Orin called, jogging to keep up with the man. "Maybe you're right, but who's going to teach me huh? Are you?"
"Nice try kid. Find your own teacher." He waved a hand at Orin, as if swatting away a bug. "Tonight just happens to be my night of watch duty, I don't do charity work." Orin had stopped walking, but the man kept going, leaving him behind without a backward glance.
Orin was bleeding from his shoulders and had a small cut on his leg where the back claws had dug in. Well that was stupid of him. But he wasn't going to make that mistake again, now was he? The guy was right, he did need to learn to protect himself. He should make that a priority. Carry a sword or something, fend off the wild animals. Maybe two swords. He shrugged his shoulders and took a quick glance over his shoulder before running the rest of the way back to the inn and toward actual lights and people. Fool him once, but he wasn't going to be radaku fodder a second time that night.
It was decided then, he needed to find someone to train him, and soon. It would come in handy with their travels anyways, both of his siblings didn't do things hands on, the Gods knew they would need the help. He could be the muscle. He smirked to himself over his own thoughts. Yeah, that sounded about right. He would look after both of his siblings on their travels and make sure that everything turned out alright.
He reached the inn and pulled on the handle, letting the warm light from inside and the sounds engulf him. It would be something to do for tomorrow, finding a trainer, but also getting fitted for the proper swords. He would need something that spoke to him, something he would want to be swinging around and felt right in his hands. And to be fair, the shopping for them was something he was looking forward to, he felt his face turn into a smirk as he met up with his siblings.
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