[The Underground City of Harth- Kaze]
Fleeing the frozen seaway and leaving the monster girl behind him, Kaze found himself in a series of caves that slowly wound deep underground until he was no longer quite sure of where he was until eventually he came upon a group of short men and women mining. They called themselves Troverians, and led him back towards a town they called Harth, empty and quiet for the most part. There were a handful of hunters there too, not to mention a couple human caravans, and while Kaze had good reasons not to go back to Val Habar at the moment, there were other places he could go to try and get more hunting work.
Or he could remain here, and try to help them solve some of their own problems, specifically a mated pair of tetsucabra that had blocked off a magma flow that normally ran through the centre of the town. None of the other hunters in town seemed interested or experienced enough to be up to the task, but for some reason the Troverians thought Kaze competent enough to at least ask after the possibility of his help at least...
If not, well, besides Val Habar, he could try to find his way to Cheeko Sands, or he could make his way back to the surface and seek out the village of Cathar, high on the Heaven's Mount. There was also Dundorma, but the man who'd given him the quest in Val Habar was -if his image was anywhere close to the truth of him- likely to have feelers out there, given the city's size and status in the region.
[The Ancestral Steppes - Sonya]
The gunner's voice was still rough from the abuse her throat had been put through so she nodded rather than speak again, though she kept glancing at the felynes as though she expected judgement or recrimination from them. To them though, this was just another hazard huntresses could fall to, and slowly Nat began to relax as they started to roll the cart back towards the encampment at the edge of the forest. The huntresses found themselves being brought not to the camp proper however, but to a smaller shelter a ways off, in what looked like the remains of a felyne village from long ago, where they were offered bandages for their various cuts and scrapes, tinctures and healing potions, and most importantly a deep pool under a surprisingly warm waterfall that smelt faintly of sulfur where they could wash themselves off, be it now, or after they'd slept considering the lateness of the hour.
Nat it seemed had opted for the second, for she had managed to fall asleep with the rocking of the cart and even as a quartet of felynes lifted her from there towards a bedroll she seemed quite unconscious, though she had -at some point in the ride- taken Sonya's hand in her own, and had to be pried away unless Sonya chose to go with her. Or of course, Conya could wake her up, and they could bathe and then sleep together...
[The Port City of Val Habar - Alistair]
Helena reached up and pulled him closer with a playful growl. "Start by getting that top of yours off." She instructed, while she moved for his lower half, pulling his boots off and then reaching for his belt to undo his pants. She was meticulous, taking first the upper layer of his actual garments before she moved to pulling down his underwear, though she didn't bother getting that last layer completely out of the way once Alistair's cock sprang free, choosing instead to admire it.
She brought one hand up, fingers curling around his member and pumping slowly, tongue reaching out of her mouth to tease the tip of him while a little smirk tugged at the corners of her lips...
[The Port City of Val Habar - Crimson, Ameria and Wyn]
"D-Darius..." The young hunter managed, right before Crimson sauntered up to Ameria, making for a full hunting party of four with two men and two women on the docket. Behind Wyn, the guildswoman nodded at the huntress' significant glance. "Those three?" There was a moment of raised eyebrow from the woman but after a tense few seconds, she shrugged. "You're the first ones up for it, I won't say no, we need this resolved sooner rather than later."
The guildswoman reached out to Wyn, tapping her on the arm if need be to get her attention, passing her four tokens with a relieved smile. "Sorry if I'm short here... Just... Worried. If this goes poorly, the scale of the resultant disaster..." she trailed off, her smile vanishing as she put words to those worried thoughts. "I'll be hoping for your safe return..." She finally told Wyn, with a slightly forced smile and a nod. "Good luck out there."
The transportation -as it turned out- was not a caravan at all, but an airship, a small thing with only a pair of cabins and a cargo hold to serve as interior spaces, and two massive propellers that seemed oversized by comparison to the rest of it. The guild clearly wanted to get them there in a hurry! The crew was only four people as well, the captain, a stern redheaded woman with her hair tied back in a tight bun, a young blonde and grease-stained boy who seemed to be serving as a mechanic of some sort, the pilot, another woman with short brown hair and a pair of yellow-lensed goggles across her eyes, and a young man who appeared to serve as the navigator, tall and oddly slender with long brown hair tied back into a ponytail. The captain hurried the four aboard as soon as they arrived, though they could stop along the way to the ship if they needed to grab any supplies first...
[Frozen Seaway - Rao]
The beast gave a high squeal of pain as Rao stabbed down, missing the head but managing to sink his glaive into the back of it's shoulder, an impact that made the weapon shudder violently with the force as it bit deep enough to strike the creature's bony shoulder blade. More importantly however, Rao would find himself landing atop the beast quite suddenly, straddling it's shoulders for a moment before it reacted with another scream, trying to buck him off with desperate bounding leaps!
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