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Braganil Goslan Waving his hand towards Blaed, Eorinae, Roh, Amhran and Ber, Braga motions for teh rest of thr group to fan out behind him quietly. A boar would be good, would fill their bellies for a week, would give each of them a nice trophy, like tusks, tail and nose! His tedermination rises as he screeps through the underwood, slashing with his sword to clear their way, his spear at a ready. After about 30 minutes, he stops and sniffs the air I can smell the boar, it is very closeby. Let me try something... Braga rams both his sword and spear into the ground, puts both hands at his mouth and lets out a moarnful wild boar mating call Braganil Goslan Not having to wait too long, the boar comes into view after the first few melodious notes from Braga�s mouth. He is a very fine specimen, at least 500 ibs, and with tusks long and pointy. He foames at teh mouth, his tail is wagging happily in expectation of a potential mate. All hunters are standing stock still, almost petrified, their spears at a ready, their hearts beating in their throats. Who will charge first - the boar or the hunters? Pellakal after what seems like hours, the boar makes a snorting sound. Pell gives Braga a look that says "we�re in for it now" and the boar charges. He makes a slash at Braga�s leg as he passes, slams into Eorinae, knocking him over, and rushes out into the under brush, doing a good 25 mph clip. Braganil Goslan DANG! Braga curses as he feels a tusk making impact with his leg* Those were my BEST hunting trousers! ARGH, my next will be made from that boar�s HIDE! He scrambles to thrust his spear into the side of the beast before it can hit any of his comrades. However, his speartip slips off effectless, sending braga into the mud GRRRRRRRRR! Eor, are you alright? Pelly, Ber, Roh, avenge my trousers! Pellakal ( 850 Points ) Pell yanks Braga out of the mud. A bit of mud never harmed anyone! At least, no one I know! He flies off in pursuit of the boar. The boar has made a lovely trail through the brush, one in which he can run easily. He waves his hand to beckon Bereth and Roh to follow Come! Let us avenge the chap�s pants! And get a good dinner on top of it! Braganil Goslan FOR MY PANTS! ... I mean, FOR THE BOAAAAAARRRR! Braga scrambles out of the mud and grabs the sleaves of Roh, Ber, Eor and Blaed, urging them onwards Amhran Amhran, who had (apparently) stopped to tie her shoe, chokes up on her spear and cuts around sideways a little. She has no desire to meet the boar head-on; instead she wishes to make a cast at him from the side where there aren�t tusks. Not a gut shot, mind you, but a side-on shot at the boar�s heart, throat, or straight through its head. At least, that�s what Amhran hopes for... �orina� (sorry! late post!) oof! gets knocked down hard on the ground and lays there stunned for a moment, never having 500 lbs hit him before, nor at that speed. He suddenly hears Braga�s voice and pulls himself up yes, i�m alright. charges after the boar. i will not let some animal like this get away with making fools out of us!

	Braganil Goslan Indeed, Eori. We do NOT need any boar to make fools out of us!!! At least I am quite apt at that myself...Uhm, anyways, let�s get us some chops! Braga sneaks through the brush, hearing Pelly ahead of him, and the others behind him. The boar has been spooked, has seen what he is up against. He will give a good fight before they can hopefully tale it down and drag it to a pub Pellakal The booming voice of the GM is heard, doing his best horse-race announcer voice. And there they go! Look�s like the boar has a good 20 yard lead on the pursuit and is going strong, coming in second is Pellakal, showing good form but about to loose his position as Bereth, overcome with excitement, is catching up. Roh is in fourth and keeping a good pace- might have a chance at the gold medal. Whoa! Look at Amhran! Cutting off the track and swinging a shortcut! She just might take the lead! Braga and Eor, sixth and seventh respectively, are off to a shakey start. Look�s like Braga is loosing his trousers there, that might be awkward. Anyway folks, the race is on and it might be a good time to put your bets on- I�ve got a payback of 8 to 1 on Amhran, and 5 to 1 on the boar! Braganil Goslan Dang trousers! Braganil stops to secure his leg wear with a hastily fashoioned string from teh bark of a nearby tree (it could happen), then continues after the boar and his fellow hunters. His heart races, his eyes are watery as is his mouth in anticipation of some broiled chops with mint sauce. In the far distance, he hears teh boar squeeking in defiance and mockery of their effords Silly sow, we�ll get you after all! FORTH HUNTEROONIES!

		Bl�dtunge Charges the boar with the res of the hunters, taking up Brag�s warcry. "Forth Hunteroonieeeeeees!" Amhran (remember this one?) Chupchupchupchupchup....NONNEEEEEEEEEEEEE! doesn�t actually yell that...instead, is a lot quieter than the others. the shrieks and hollers of the other hunters have distracted the boar, and now Amhran can get a good shot at it. this little "hunteroony" is ready for a scrap with large furry beasties...oh, her mouth waters at the thought of those marvelous sausages, chops, and ribs. oh, yes, the ribs, with plenty of barbecue sauce. heeeeeeere piggy piggy piggy....

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Braganil Goslan Waving his hand towards Blaed, Eorinae, Roh, Amhran and Ber, Braga motions for teh rest of thr group to fan out behind him quietly. A boar would be good, would fill their bellies for a week, would give each of them a nice trophy, like tusks, tail and nose! His tedermination rises as he screeps through the underwood, slashing with his sword to clear their way, his spear at a ready. After about 30 minutes, he stops and sniffs the air I can smell the boar, it is very closeby. Let me try something... Braga rams both his sword and spear into the ground, puts both hands at his mouth and lets out a moarnful wild boar mating call Braganil Goslan Not having to wait too long, the boar comes into view after the first few melodious notes from Braga�s mouth. He is a very fine specimen, at least 500 ibs, and with tusks long and pointy. He foames at teh mouth, his tail is wagging happily in expectation of a potential mate. All hunters are standing stock still, almost petrified, their spears at a ready, their hearts beating in their throats. Who will charge first - the boar or the hunters? Pellakal after what seems like hours, the boar makes a snorting sound. Pell gives Braga a look that says "we�re in for it now" and the boar charges. He makes a slash at Braga�s leg as he passes, slams into Eorinae, knocking him over, and rushes out into the under brush, doing a good 25 mph clip. Braganil Goslan DANG! Braga curses as he feels a tusk making impact with his leg* Those were my BEST hunting trousers! ARGH, my next will be made from that boar�s HIDE! He scrambles to thrust his spear into the side of the beast before it can hit any of his comrades. However, his speartip slips off effectless, sending braga into the mud GRRRRRRRRR! Eor, are you alright? Pelly, Ber, Roh, avenge my trousers! Pellakal ( 850 Points ) Pell yanks Braga out of the mud. A bit of mud never harmed anyone! At least, no one I know! He flies off in pursuit of the boar. The boar has made a lovely trail through the brush, one in which he can run easily. He waves his hand to beckon Bereth and Roh to follow Come! Let us avenge the chap�s pants! And get a good dinner on top of it! Braganil Goslan FOR MY PANTS! ... I mean, FOR THE BOAAAAAARRRR! Braga scrambles out of the mud and grabs the sleaves of Roh, Ber, Eor and Blaed, urging them onwards Amhran Amhran, who had (apparently) stopped to tie her shoe, chokes up on her spear and cuts around sideways a little. She has no desire to meet the boar head-on; instead she wishes to make a cast at him from the side where there aren�t tusks. Not a gut shot, mind you, but a side-on shot at the boar�s heart, throat, or straight through its head. At least, that�s what Amhran hopes for... �orina� (sorry! late post!) oof! gets knocked down hard on the ground and lays there stunned for a moment, never having 500 lbs hit him before, nor at that speed. He suddenly hears Braga�s voice and pulls himself up yes, i�m alright. charges after the boar. i will not let some animal like this get away with making fools out of us!

	Braganil Goslan Indeed, Eori. We do NOT need any boar to make fools out of us!!! At least I am quite apt at that myself...Uhm, anyways, let�s get us some chops! Braga sneaks through the brush, hearing Pelly ahead of him, and the others behind him. The boar has been spooked, has seen what he is up against. He will give a good fight before they can hopefully tale it down and drag it to a pub Pellakal The booming voice of the GM is heard, doing his best horse-race announcer voice. And there they go! Look�s like the boar has a good 20 yard lead on the pursuit and is going strong, coming in second is Pellakal, showing good form but about to loose his position as Bereth, overcome with excitement, is catching up. Roh is in fourth and keeping a good pace- might have a chance at the gold medal. Whoa! Look at Amhran! Cutting off the track and swinging a shortcut! She just might take the lead! Braga and Eor, sixth and seventh respectively, are off to a shakey start. Look�s like Braga is loosing his trousers there, that might be awkward. Anyway folks, the race is on and it might be a good time to put your bets on- I�ve got a payback of 8 to 1 on Amhran, and 5 to 1 on the boar! Braganil Goslan Dang trousers! Braganil stops to secure his leg wear with a hastily fashoioned string from teh bark of a nearby tree (it could happen), then continues after the boar and his fellow hunters. His heart races, his eyes are watery as is his mouth in anticipation of some broiled chops with mint sauce. In the far distance, he hears teh boar squeeking in defiance and mockery of their effords Silly sow, we�ll get you after all! FORTH HUNTEROONIES!

		Bl�dtunge Charges the boar with the res of the hunters, taking up Brag�s warcry. "Forth Hunteroonieeeeeees!" Amhran (remember this one?) Chupchupchupchupchup....NONNEEEEEEEEEEEEE! doesn�t actually yell that...instead, is a lot quieter than the others. the shrieks and hollers of the other hunters have distracted the boar, and now Amhran can get a good shot at it. this little "hunteroony" is ready for a scrap with large furry beasties...oh, her mouth waters at the thought of those marvelous sausages, chops, and ribs. oh, yes, the ribs, with plenty of barbecue sauce. heeeeeeere piggy piggy piggy....

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