03-29-2016, 04:30 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-29-2016, 04:56 AM by Magikeeper.)
Kage
Kage had learned fairly early on that the village periodically traded with a group of shifters, mostly of the cananine variety, that lived on the other side of the bay. There was talk that the hound traders (it seemed to be a friendly nickname) would normally have arrived by now. The talk of the town was a growing concern that they'd been captured by pirates or eaten by the island's dragon. Others considered the whole thing a boat of hysteria - it wasn't that late in the season, and if the hounds had the same hysteria going on maybe they just hadn't SENT a trader group in the first place!
Kage also learned that the number of fish in the area had drastically fallen - again, the dragon was blamed, although some suspected foul play of a less scaly sort.
In more pleasant news, the winter crop had been quite plentiful this year. Fresh kale, spinach, and much more was currently available to be had in soups and salads. The quiche was particularly delightful.
Tactically, Kage didn't learn much Dalton hadn't already told him. He could probably try to recruit some of the angrier youths into joining the scouting party, but Kaia didn't think.. that would be a great idea.
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Darby and Castor
The final checks certainly helped insure everything would go smoothly, if only by making Dalton feel more comfortable about the west cliff plan.
The general design choices of Dalton's boat were interesting - armored boats were not a common sight and Castor surely learned a thing or two about how they're put together. Mayhap that'd prove useful someday.
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Lily
The half-fey initially had no luck - most of the young men were currently hard at work. A few tried to amble over to her anyway, of course, but were generally pulled away. A few others did better, but knew nothing beyond the talk of the town. One of them managed to give her flowers though, they smelled pretty nice...
Near the end of the excursion her luring attempts snatched more substantial prey - Gavron, a youthful, big-chinned and barrel-chested fellow that seemed to be exactly the sort of man she was looking for. He boasted about his many trips to the nearby island and was more than happy to tell her anything she wanted to know about the area. The man clearly liked to.. exaggerate.. but there did appear to be truth in his words.
Kage had learned fairly early on that the village periodically traded with a group of shifters, mostly of the cananine variety, that lived on the other side of the bay. There was talk that the hound traders (it seemed to be a friendly nickname) would normally have arrived by now. The talk of the town was a growing concern that they'd been captured by pirates or eaten by the island's dragon. Others considered the whole thing a boat of hysteria - it wasn't that late in the season, and if the hounds had the same hysteria going on maybe they just hadn't SENT a trader group in the first place!
Kage also learned that the number of fish in the area had drastically fallen - again, the dragon was blamed, although some suspected foul play of a less scaly sort.
In more pleasant news, the winter crop had been quite plentiful this year. Fresh kale, spinach, and much more was currently available to be had in soups and salads. The quiche was particularly delightful.
Tactically, Kage didn't learn much Dalton hadn't already told him. He could probably try to recruit some of the angrier youths into joining the scouting party, but Kaia didn't think.. that would be a great idea.
---
Darby and Castor
The final checks certainly helped insure everything would go smoothly, if only by making Dalton feel more comfortable about the west cliff plan.
The general design choices of Dalton's boat were interesting - armored boats were not a common sight and Castor surely learned a thing or two about how they're put together. Mayhap that'd prove useful someday.
----
Lily
The half-fey initially had no luck - most of the young men were currently hard at work. A few tried to amble over to her anyway, of course, but were generally pulled away. A few others did better, but knew nothing beyond the talk of the town. One of them managed to give her flowers though, they smelled pretty nice...
Near the end of the excursion her luring attempts snatched more substantial prey - Gavron, a youthful, big-chinned and barrel-chested fellow that seemed to be exactly the sort of man she was looking for. He boasted about his many trips to the nearby island and was more than happy to tell her anything she wanted to know about the area. The man clearly liked to.. exaggerate.. but there did appear to be truth in his words.