Chapter 1: Moose Hunt

Grom again tries to entangle the beast so the party can deal with the prey

Atticus stands up and dusts himself off. Thank you my friend, I owe you a huge debt. Atticus says to Koram as he claps him on the shoulder.

Once he's ready Atticus rushes to join the others in attacking the moose.

Koram nods in respect at the man, so ready to rush headlong back into danger for the following.

Once more the Druid attempts to dodge the rampaging beast….

The animal rushes both Koram and Haitith, knocking them both for a spin.

The intense pain of not only one of them, but both, taking the full force of the charge is enough to throw them both back, but they somehow remain standing.

Determined to end the creature before them, in spite of the pain coursing through his body, Koram throws his hands up and shouts an incantation, then brings his hands down towards the creature as electricity bursts from his fingers towards it. Simultaneously, Haitith bites at the beast in a flurry of teeth.

Atticus looks around at everybody and takes in all of the wounds and bruises. As he looks at all of his friends Atticus's gaze stops on Pakano a moment longer than necessary. Yes everyone, excellent job... despite the setbacks.

Igbork jumps out of his tree and joins the others
As he sees Pakano lift his spear to end the moose he laughs You may be a member of the falcon clan but today you fought like a duck. If you want to get the final blow go ahead! As long as we all survived and we have enough meat for the Night of the Green Moon I'm pleased

Koram shakes his hands, latent magic subliming from his fingertips into the cool air. "That that almost had us, I feel like!" he says to the group, "But nice wor-"

He's cut short by Haitith's loud hiss as the eidolon positions itself between Igbork and the fallen mastadon. "You will NOT claim my kill, whelp!" the dragon says in words Igbork can understand, "This was my glory, mine and Koram's, not yours, you graceless fool!" The eidolon rears back, bearing the full front of its long, slender body and baring its fangs, a faint blue glow of energy emanating from its scales.

"Haitith!" Koram shouts, "Enough! This is about the Following. For the Following. Let him have his moment."

The eidolon's eyes remain locked with those of Igbork for several long moments, then Haitith withdraws to coil and sulk next to Koram.

Igbork raises his hands and chuckles Hehehe... your spirit friend has an explosive temper. But it has a bit of a point. Maybe we should all end this moose together. After all we all participated in its downfall.

He draws his shortsword and prepares to thrust it into the moose after everyone else is ready to deliver a final blow as well

Koram and Haitith walk triumphantly into camp, carrying their fair share of the weighty carcass and leaving it with the rest for the upcoming festivities. He moves to join his clan and, more particularly, searches out Talina.

"What do you think?" he asks, a smirk on his face, "Pretty good for my first time out on a hunt like that, huh?"

She smacks his shoulder and grins back, "Could have been worse, I suppose. I heard you all about got killed out there."

"Who told you that?" he asks, his face reddening.

Haitith, quiet until now, perks up, "It is true, you know. I had to step in and save everyone, or you'd all be trampled to death. While it would have been interesting to watch, I couldn't well let my only tether to the mortal plane die."

Koram screws his face up and frowns at the dragon, "Yeah, right. You know you love me. Don't try to hide it."

The dragon harumphs and curls up on the ground in silent protest.

The three of them lounge near the fire together for a little more than an hour as the final hours of the day wind down and Koram relays the events of the hunt, moment by moment, to Talina. Eventually as the fire turns to embers they vanish to Koram's tent until the next morning.