captainwilcar (captainwilcar) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-07-12 12:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !group thread, !thread, altair laurent, cressida karth, merrion priddy, nathaniel porter, wilcar lockgold |
Who: Captain Lockgold, Altair, Nate, Cressida, and Merri
What: Garuda hunt!
Where: A third day's airship travel outside Emillion
When: Arrival estimated at 1730
Rating: PG13 for (filthy) language
Status: complete
Garudas notoriously did not like sharing their skies. They preferred Jagds where airships wouldn't travel, chased out even medium sized birds, and spent most of their lives terrifying anything not large enough to escape their claws. Invasive, long lived, and cruel, a full grown Garuda often moved in to a new home in order to nest where they would, eventually, leave once their hatchlings grew large enough to create their own menace.
So there was always money to be made from clearing them out. Gods knew where they continued to come from, probably from deep enough in the jagds most people didn't travel or live too far from air travel and shipping. They weren't too bad as long as you were prepared. Three guns, a good bow, and some magic should cut it down pretty quick, Wil figured. Still, his dad had spit when he told him where they were going. He never did like flying into a sure fight.
the Love wasn't the most comfortable passenger ship, but it was a far sight nicer to crew in than some of the other hunting vessels. She'd been grounded for too long, so it felt like little packets of dust still found there way out from innumerable small cracks, but she didn't rock too bad in turbulence and the wood didn't heat or cool as quick as metal. Luckily (or out of desperation) he'd finally fixed the ceiling fan belts, although they all operated on one joint and spun furiously when they were moving.
They were let off via the lift and ladder just outside of the Jagd borders and Wil waved up at his father to let him know they were all clear so he could raise it back up and hold the airship at cruising elevation.
Wil looked around at his motley crew of new and familiar faces. The two kids looked a little green, not that Altair and Merri didn't, but he'd seen them in action. He unstrapped Stormwind from his back and settled the butt of it on the ground. Wil had on his best defensive armor, even opting for a hat with side visors to prevent whipped wind, full arm and shoulder bracers connected to a chest harness and high boots.
"Right. We all heard a these. Twice as nasty as ya been told and faster'n yer eye. Find the shadow, shoot it every way ya can til it falls." Pretty simple instructions, this one wasn't going to need much in the way of special instructions except - "Don't shoot nobody else and whatever ya do, when ya see that fucker fall, run." Especially if it was still alive. Those fuckers were heavy.
"We ready?"