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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2016 5:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2016 5:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2016 5:25 pm
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In an area near Moonfire, a group of disgruntled rebels make their way through the dense forest. Their voiced were subtle, yet fueled with rage. The fact they blew their only chance to liberate their people from the claws of the terrible landlord. At a glance, it was a certain victory. But they didn’t count one important detail: he had the money. Ever since the landlord had feared of the rebellion a few weeks ago, he had hired well armed mercenaries to deal with the pests. How can a few peasants fight against highly trained ex-soldiers? They can’t, that’s why the remaining few rebels had fled leaving their people behind. It was a disgraceful decision by Jeriel, the leader of the WestRiot gang, but they would have been slaughter otherwise. Because of this, morale was low among them, knowing they will never return to their tribe.
“We wasted our opportunity. We had the chance to save our people. And now lives were lost in vain!” Said one of the rebels. Even Jeriel agreed, but what choice do he have? The WestRiot were the only one that expresses their people complains towards the landlord. It was their only hope to suppress the villainy of Troy North, the truly distinguishable disgusting landlord of this area. “I know! I know! There’s nothing else we can do about it.” Jeriel replied in frustration. “How are we supposed to survive here? We left all of our equipment back in town.” Said Laure Riotnor, Jeriel’s sister. She was aware of the issue as much as Jeriel; as the only brave hunter who specializes most of the tactics to his brother, the unforeseen attack wasn’t in her equation. “Even if we travel the nearest village, it will take days to get there.”
“We can't survive here! We are doomed!” one of the rebels rushed to Jeriel in rage “We shouldn’t have ever started the rebellion in the first place. You have doomed us-“ before he could finished, Jeriel fist was planted in his face, the impact causes him to fall over. “Enough!” Jeriel growled, trying to control his men “Sigh… we do as we must to survive. Just because we lost everything doesn’t mean we should let our defeat consume us.” He looks at his men with hope, even if the hope he had left was clouded into the abyss. “But Jeriel…” Laure briefly paused “What do we do know? We don’t have a purpose to remain as rebels any longer.” “It doesn’t matter now, all I can say is we should stick together until we found a good spot to camp. We should find the main road up ahead.” They couldn’t argue with his decision. They will have a better chance of survival if they all stick together. They were 7 of them, enough men to quickly find resources for the day. Without hesitation, the West Riot gang travel to the west.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2016 5:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2016 5:27 pm
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Before long, the group follows a path that was lush with pasture. Given that they still carried a few spears and knifes, they can find a good spot to hunt for food. “Jak and Ika, it’s your job to gather materials for the camp.” Said Jeriel before turning his head to the rest of the group. “The rest have to hunt for food. We will meet up in this spot at noon.” “You need some help?” said Laure with concern, since she know full well he’s not much of a hunter like her “Laure, I’ll be fine. I know how to get food on my own.” Jeriel replied with confidence “There’s not a lot of fish here you know. Are you sure?” “Yes, I am sure. We need to cover more area anyways.”
Soon the group spread for possible hunting grounds. As Jeriel venture through, he noticed small footsteps of a possible pray. “Hmmm…” Jeriel then touched the ground and grin “There you are.” He was convinced he found his meal and decided to follow the track. But after a while, he went far off the known area and appeared near a small stream. “Dang.” He never went this far out, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to go alone. He sniffed for his group scent, instead he smell something different. What’s that smell, he thought. Unsure if it’s a small animal or another predator, there’s too many smells to distinguish one another.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2016 5:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2016 5:29 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2016 5:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2016 9:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2016 2:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2016 3:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2016 3:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2016 9:36 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2016 10:39 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2016 12:01 pm
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