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Thoughts of a happy Trapper



Under the Moist autumn air and the dark clouds hanging far above me is what weather conditions I traveled under to go up north. I remembered that I would check the farms, just a tad bit below Trestlebridge on the map, I did but it appears that some of the farms have been ransacked and burned to ashes. With this new found news, I dispatched the thought of it rather quickly, and off i went to the accursed boar den which I was given such foul injury. I thought long and hard for a tactical plan for which would enable me to capture and kill several boar, after a while I did, I set several tripwires near trees large enough to allow a herd of boars to come clashing in. I nocked a arrow on my bowstring and toke aim while taking deep breaths, one final breath was taken before I let loose, the arrow was let loose and soared through the moist air until it reached it's target, the young boar, stood there in silence, just watching me, until it fell on it's side and onto the dirt ground. The other boars stood there in silence almost mourning for it until they charged right at me, the plan had worked, the boars charged right at my trap and seemingly fell over causing lots of huffing and grunting. I toke this time to my advantage and killed them with ease but shortly I gathered my cart from where I left it on my last hunting trip and brought it over to the kill site. It toke me several hours to load all the corpses onto the cart although it toke me even more hours to get to my encampment and skin em all. After the skinning and the organization of goods I was able to get my cart secure before I departed back to Bree and head to the Prancing pony for a good chat with some patrons and all.

 

 

After several hours of walking with Glith and helping him pull the cart we arrived at my home in Conholt and after securely making sure the cart won't move I went to the Prancing pony. I've met some good and mysterious people over the years but none tops Crow, a fellow Gondorian, whose attire and way of humor make me chuckle. Haritha and Barwir were also conferring with crow in a humorous way indeed.

 

 

After yesterday's hunting trip, several hours past dinner, I went to the Pony in search of company and new friends. Haritha was just arriving at the pony moments before I was stepping in, quite a timing, I entered into the pony with the usual pride in my steps and proudness in my voice. Anyways I greeted Haritha, and asked her the usual questions, until her boss showed up Gerlof showed up for a tad bit and had a chat with us about businesses and rich which a rather interesting man joined us, a friend of Haritha's;Vanden was his name, he had a "trade" outside Bree which I found to be rather interesting but I think it's not exactly "legal" although Bree's law isn't that well. I also found Vhylo again and what he told me is quite interesting! he started a band, Lodge of wanderers, and their goals collide with my band The Mossy Wanderers, to aid the Free Peoples while having a grand adventure. I also encountered Savela and Barwir and had a good chat with them.