Your father, the mighty Kaihosha, leads you all through the tall grass towards the Great Elk Herd. He keeps the hunting party moving silently, staying downwind of your prey. You all move silently imbued with the strength of your legendary father.
He battle signs to you all maintaining total silence.
Are you ready my sons?
Yes Father.
Yes Father.
Khaayne signs, At your command
Good Hunting!
Breathing deep of the clean, crisp air, Kaihosha's youngest son eagerly signs his readiness, Ready, Father!
Go then my sons. Move silent to your positions. May the Lord Ao bless our hunt.
With that, Kaihosha drops down and begins to move silently to his position.
Maorii mutters a prayer to his mother and calms is raging soul. Usually impatient, the Warpriest knows his father expects excellence, so he slows down and maintains his composure. The Hurc will eat well this night!
Khaayne focuses his will and attention into his Bonded Falchion to clear his mind and to make his strike precise.
Thurk Mon fills his lungs with the crisp air. His senses sharpen and he moves into action.
Thurk relishes the moment.