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Feeling the cultivated guise of 'Kaivar - Roguish Ladies' Half-Orc' fade away as battle nears, the sexiest Son of Kaihosha lets the Slayer within take command as he retraces his careful steps back towards the Orc and the Troll.
Staring up at the troll, Kaivar studies his target intently, taking note of its size and weight, how dexterous and agile it appears, any weapons it may have, and getting a better idea of how to kill it. Taking care to keep to the shadows, Kaivar slowly backs up to inform his brothers and the Princess. Once in sight of them, he signs what he has seen.
Kaivar flattens himself to the wall of the cavern, and proceeds forward with his great axe at the ready.
Hoping that they are not about to walk into an orc nest, Kaivar tightens his grip on his great axe and nimbly sidesteps the same twig that Maorii trampled over.
Kaivar shakes his head at his foolish little brother's attempts at felling the Great Elk. He grabs his Great Axe and charges the beast!
Kaivar pauses in his exultation at thoughts of another hunt, and turns to look at Xio. Seeing the worry in her eyes, he leans in close. "Your concerns are honorable, but nothing will be wasted. All extra meat at the table will be cured and turned to jerky. The bones and hide will be used. The Hurc do not waste anything." He smiles at the silver-haired Princess of Galadan, taken aback by her other-worldly beauty. "The Hurc strive to live in harmony with the Great Elk. The herd numbers at least 100,000 strong, and the Hurc respect them, as do the Barbarians, and other goodly races of the North."
Ignoring his 'younger' brother, Kaivar quickly raises his hand. Glancing nervously at Xiomara, he stammers out his question, "Father ... umm, er ... does that mean ...? That is to say, if that is the case, then ... Well, what I mean is, are Xiomara and I ... er, Xiomara and us," he gestures awkwardly at his brothers. "Are we blood-related?"
Kaivar squirms uncomfortably in his seat, as all eyes turn from the perturbed Princess of Galadan to him and Xiomara, and back as she addresses his father. He turns to the Princess with a grimace and whispers, "Is Her Royal Highness always so ... observant?"
Kaivar shakes off the shock of seeing D'uma devour the massive elk leg in time to arch an eyebrow at Xiomara's bread thievery. "You're lucky the little monster distracted me," he smirks. "I'd watch those sticky fingers ... I'm a biter!"
"Our aim could do with some improving..." The youngest son of Kaihosha mildly jabs, as he rips off a hunk of fatty Elk skin, grease dripping down his chin.
"Clearly, too rattled by the beast to respond." Kaivar jests, as he searches the area around the fallen Elk for his two arrows that missed their mark.
Seeing his Warpriest brother's ravaged arm, and his other brother gored nearby, Kaivar grits his fangs and brings his great axe down on the Great Elk once again!
Feeling his Hurc blood run cold as his brother's ravaged body falls to the ground before the Great Elk, Kaivar drops his bow and races for the massive beast, pulling his Great Axe free as he goes. Reaching the side of the Megaloceros, Kaivar swings with all his might!
Gritting his fangs after missing his target, Kaivar steadies himself and takes aim once more at the now-riled Great Elk with his long bow.
Pulling an arrow from his quiver, Kaivar moves closer to the Sons of Kaihosha's prey. He raises his composite long bow and takes aim at the nearest great elk. He waits for a moment between heartbeats, holds his breath, and releases.
Kaivar pulls his short bow free from the clasp affixing it to the hide armor covering his lower back, and ducks down into the tall grass, moving stealthily towards the great elk.
Breathing deep of the clean, crisp air, Kaihosha's youngest son eagerly signs his readiness, Ready, Father!
Breathing deep of the clean, crisp air, Kaihosha's youngest son eagerly signs his readiness, Ready, Father!
Kaivarro, Ranger of the Hurc.
Kaivarro, son of Kaihosha, Lord of the Half Orcs of Hurc.
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