This is the first draft of part of the story. It deals with an intro, the new missions and a couple of other skills. The <*> symbols indicate where the story breaks off to talk about a certain skill or proposal. This is JUST the story. I meant to send this ahead to a few people...but the stupid forum mail has a 2000 character maximum...so this would've ended up being like 4 or 5 messages. I hope you enjoy the story.
Entering the town, the hunter paused to squint his eyes in the sickly glow the phosphorescent streetlamps were exuding. He hadn’t been in town for a while now, and his head was pounding with all the clamor and brightness of the big city. He started making his way towards the cantina, hoping to grab a few refreshing drinks and ease his mind from the past month in the wilderness by seeing a local entertainer performance. On the way, he stopped off at the local bazaar, hoping to find a newer weapon to replace his old, worn one and sell of his sizeable stack of natural resources. While browsing the markets, he overheard a local farmer complaining about a rabid creature terrorizing the country side. From the description of the creature, it sounded big…and dangerous. He knew that hunters were dangerously low in supply and he might be the only one in the area who could handle such an animal. Still, he had finally made his way back to town and it would be a shame to have wasted it...on the other hand, the local merchant also mentioned the sizeable reward the local authorities were offering for this creatures head. The ranger weighed his options carefully before slinging his pack over his shoulder and heading towards the closest explorers terminal. He was sure his trusty weapon was good for one more fight, and there was always time for music and dancing later. It was time to hunt.
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The terminal was overcrowded with contracts, most of them for small prey and petty pay. And then, there it was. He saw that indeed, it was a payoff worthy of such a hunt. But where to begin? The terminal gave no specific location…only the description of the creature he was supposed to kill. However, the terminal also listed the location of a retired local hunter. Deciding that more information was needed, the Ranger quickly moved out to find this hunter. Perhaps he knew something a little more concrete. The hunter quickly found the old man and asked if he had heard anything about this creature. “The old man looked up and smiled. “Another young buck looking for a trophy. Sure, I’ll show you on your map where you might find him, though you might he might not be so happy to see you…nor you him.” The hunter smiled wanly at the old man and left. There was no time to lose.
The creature was quite far from town, and was always on the move. The Hunter decided to ride out to the location upon his trusty Cu’pa. He rode throughout the night, and upon reaching the area the old man had told him about, he dismounted. The moonlight was muted through the cloud cover, and an eerie pall hung over the entire valley. The creature was nowhere to be seen, even in a clearing this large. He stopped and listened for the sound of a call, but all was quiet. Even the insects were quiet. Strange.He knew that this creature he was looking for had been here, but how long ago he couldn't tell. He had to find more information before he could resume his hunt.
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There, a hundred meters out! A fleeting shadow amongst the treesducked in and out of view. The Ranger felt his blood go cold, as it always did before combat. He slipped quietly back into the woodline, out of view. Perhaps it was nothing more than another hunter attempting to bring down this large critter. However, with a creature this large, he wasn’t willing to take any chances. Lucky, he hadn’t been in town long enough to change out of his tattered ghillie suit. He rummaged through his backpack, looking for the materials he would need to conceal himself from view. As he put camouflage on himself, he knew that luck had favored him this day, for being undetectable during the crucial first seconds of combat could mean the difference between life and death. Whether it was the dangerous animal or simply another hunter who wanted to make trouble for him, the hunter would be ready.
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The Ranger made his way through the forest, stopping only to watch the shadowy figure he saw ahead. Crawling through the underbrush, he was undetectable. His skin tingled as he approached. He moved slowly forward, one hand reaching towards his weapon. He raised himself to one knee, preparing to engage the creature as soon as he saw it. Suddenly, the moonlight shown full through the cloud cover. There, dangling from a tree was the bloodied corpse of a small animal. Clearly, the animal was close-by. But where exactly? Using years of training, the hunter began to scan the area for any pertinent information. There were several sets of tracks, most of them from creatures large enough to be dangerous. But which way to go? He studied the broken twigs and trampled grass carefully. Ah…there! One set of tracks left the grass stained with blood and glistening in the moonlight. This was the creature he was after. But it appeared that the creature had a good head start on him. He had better get moving if he wanted to be the first to bring this creature down.
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The hunter grabbed his gear and got moving. Leaving caution to the wind, he began moving quickly through the dense underbrush to the clearing ahead, Knowing his target was elusive and quick, he began to move at a sprint. There was no time to lose, since this creature showed no remorse for killing and was headed towards a small town. He knew that peoples lives depended on his success, and he pushed his body as hard as it could. There was no time to lose.
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Running through the wilderness, the Ranger had hardly realized that the weather had quickly made a turn for the worse. Rain was now falling heavily on his shoulders and he was soon soaked to the bone. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the storm clouds approaching from the West. He had seen this type of cloud before and he knew that there would be little hope of finding his creature in the maelstrom. These storms were dangerous, blowing debris about and often crippling the unfortunate adventurers who failed to find cover before the brunt of the storm had hit. The Ranger muttered under his breath. He had sold most of his materials to a merchant before he left and he would need some materials to create a campsite. He knew this area was rife with wildlife and he began to look for a few small creatures whose corpses would provide the materials necessary for a proper shelter. Looking back at the clouds he knew it was time to harvest as quickly as possible.
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So that the story thusfar. Tell me any comments you have and I hope you like it!
Message Edited by Phenix1050 on 07-29-2004 03:27 PM
PHE'NIX ANTARUS
BOTHAN ELDER RANGER
BEST LOOKINGSPY EVER--FOUNDER OF SATGWNIWNU
BURNING H*TPANTS SINCE 2003This is horrible! I return to find my new title on the forum is "Jedi". What's up with that? If they wanted to confer that I'm rare and learned, they'd make my title RANGER. and then make it camo colored.