Graded [Dawngarde Village] Hunt for Rageful Badgers

[Skyhunter]

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With Okras' sudden episode, Oata was quickly upon to help his father, " Father! " Oata called with surprise in his eyes, he knelt down besides the old badger chief, helping him lay down to get air more, as almost all the badgers moved to surround the old chieftain, Oata pulled out his axe and pointed it at the incoming cluster of worried people, " Stay back! Give him room to breathe! " He roared, his voice being loud enough and scary enough to make everyone back off, Oata dropped his axe and pointed at a healer, " You, healer! Come help with his affliction! " He ordered just as one of the healers came to see what was wrong with the badger. Oata watched the healer do her work, Oata looked a bit confused. Again? So, this has been happening for a while then. The warrior chieftain was thinking. When Okras declared this hunt to be his last, Oata closed his eyes for a moment to think, his face was one of sadness for a moment but then they opened up again and he was the hardened warrior again. When Okras asked him, not as a chieftain but as a father, to guide and lead his tribe. Oata looked a bit conflicted with the idea, he looked up at Tarofry and Gnarlate, both weren't good picks, Tarofry's inexperience would doom the tribe and Gnarlate's ferocity would have him lead the tribe into self-destruction. Oata would have to think on this, but he looked at his father in his old and hardened eyes, " Yes, father. " Oata placed a hand on his shoulder before standing up and walking away. He needed to think and allow Okras time to rest. They would have to hunt after this badger while they still had time to, and it would have to be soon as their rage induced sibling was still out there, in pain and angry. He needed to be put to rest.

Hunter of Skies

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Hunter stared at the warrior before them, with the leaving of both Vasimur and the stranger Alys, Hunter felt a bit more comfortable now, Shappa approached asking him what caused the strange multi headed snakes to attack, Hunter stared the young woman, " Most likely the noise and disruption the badger tribe and werebadger caused made them jump out or forced them out. " Hunter stated, while he wasn't completely sure, it made the most sense. " They could have done it as a desperation move on food as well, no warriors fell so far from them, and the dead have been dealt with already. It's hard to say. " But just as he had finished speaking, Okras had fainted or had some sort of episode in which caused the young Shappa to run off to tend to him, Hunter turned his head to see David, " Healer you say? " Hunter sounded doubtful, " Hmm, as you say warrior. " Hunter said looking over his equipment with crossed arms, " I am Hunter of Skies, or Hunter for short. " The native american looked over David, " If you are to help then you know the situation and how dangerous it is. I respect that, you have risk of losing your limbs or life and decided to stay. " Hunter uncrossed his arms, " Very well. If the badgers trust you, then I will. " Hunter didn't have the look of someone with a trusting personality, he had a hardened warrior's and one of a serious man. " Do you know pour enemy? " He asked, he knew going to Okras' side would only smother the man, so he wanted to try and keep his worries off the old chieftain for the time being until he was better.

 

[RavenSong]

Shappa looked out as Hunter responded, she seemed caught up in her thoughts as she observed the healer badgers doing what they could to tend to the wounded. The commotion between the badger chieftains pulling her attention towards them. It seemed that although there wasn't exactly any healed conflicts, the sudden reality that Okras passing would come soon appeared to allow for certain compromise between them. She smiled slightly, inspire of the sorrow she felt in her heart.

It reminded her that this world could be just as cruel and unpredictable as her own. Chaos and the threat of death was just as part of this world, although with considerable amounts of possibilities to alter their environment through sensitivity to magic. Mana, was still something Shappa was getting used to, and she appeared to use it with natural effort and focus.

Returning to Hunters side; after finishing up his conversation with the stranger, the huntress started, "I have never seen so much death.." Shappa turned to look at him, "..I hope I never witness anything like this again." Her tone somewhat hopeless, "What is the point in loving, if that which you love can so easily be taken from you." she said as she turned to look at Okras, who's breath appeared labored. Remembering her conversations with him and the wisdom he shared. She thought highly of him, as a leader of his people. Surely he had his failures in life, as well as success, such was the burden of a leader, a chief.

"Lets hope we find the last of the afflicted, and my hope.." she paused with thoughts of doubt, "..is that we can somehow, undo the curse laid upon them."

 

[Dragonlord318]

David Listman


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Steel blue eyes looked over the suspicious way Hunter assessed him. He understood the sentiment, having worked with unknowns in his past life, half of which betrayed him. As the seconds ticked by in the tense air, the tribesman uncrossed his arms and David nodded in respect. "Trust is a big word, Hunter," he said. "I appreciate that." Before he could respond to the man's question about the enemy, though, a woman dressed similarly to Hunter ran up to him, spouting words that he found familiar, usually associated with those who did not know war or death.

David cleared his throat once the Native American woman had finished, grasping Hunter's attention as well as the woman's. He introduced himself to the young lady with a half bow. "David Listman, blade for hire at your service. I apologize for interrupting, but I must discuss something with the warrior. Now, Hunter," he turned again to the broad-shouldered man, "to answer your question. I know there is at least one feral badger out there, maybe more. The fact that I've seen sentient badger warriors - some that are larger than humans - fight with such ferocity tells me that the feral badger is no light task."

He tapped a gloved hand on the pommel of his sword. "I would say it would have to be at least Proficient Tier, if not Journeyman. I am at Apprentice Tier in most of my skills, and these serpents seemed not too powerful, but still a significant challenge. If they are any indication of the threat we face with the feral, I'd say it is dire indeed, and the amount of fighters present is appropriate."

Skyhunter RavenSong

 

[Orikanyo]

The hunt begins.
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As event wind down, the singular action is clear, the next step and final step for this hotrible series of events... Enough blood has been spilled, enough pain has been felt, tears shed, greif swallowed... The abdgers collelesced once more once business was concluded, kin sent to the stars and those still amongst them tended to. Bandaged warriors and healers alike gathered for the final words, and great order.

And it was given, by Oata's mouth, the hunt...

Begins.

Okra would take up the rear, his old bones leaving him weary, but still attentive, he seems driven however to find this beast. But the forest seems to be curious as of late, as while it was very foreign to the more acquainted with nature of our brave party, it was clear there were some things even further out of place even for the odd forest.

For whilst the forest's ever present heartbeat of bird calls and animal yowls remain present, they seemed to call of danger affoot rather than the hoots and hollers of the parade of life. For something lurked out there in the dark, and the animals were all a gossip of this unseen foe. Perhaps, or simply through luck, the calls of distress and hurried animals leaving aided the hunters in their tracking. But as the followed commotion after commotion, they found naught but the dead in their quarry's wake.

It was clear however, once upon the trail of their quarry, the enraged beast had no care of hiding it's track, even on occasion letting loose howls that chilled the blood echoing on the horizon. Oft leaving a kill for our hunters to find.

This beast didn't care if it was being hunted, in fact, it almost was as if it dared the very woods it'self to follow it's trail...

For what was more terrifying?

A monster lurking in the dark?

Or one that didn't care to hide in the slightest?

The party had their trail, a mass display of savagery of a large wolf splayed open upon a broken shattered oak, stuck to the shattered bark and lumber and reeking of death... but...

Still warm...

They wete closer now... okras spoke up, the first in a time. "The death of it's mate... It's been enraged further... It attacks anything it finds..." he motions sadly to the wolf, whispering a furtive prayer. "It has become a wanderer of death, we need to stop it soon, lest it find more unfortunates in it's path..." the old badger almost withered by the mile, as if bareing the brunt and toll for the inumerable sins his kin commits upon their rampage.

"Warriors... We should be ready..."

 

[Skyhunter]

The Deep Forests

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As the Hunt began for the RID Werebadger, both tribe's suffering sibling. They must have been scared, alone, angry while being hunted. The now large party of about thirty badgers, a few scouts and healers, the grand majority were warriors with Oata, the fearless and bloodthirsty leader at the helm of the party with his axe at the ready. Hunter, Shappa and David were in the back with Okras and his old self, along with Tarofry and Gnarlate. Gnarlate wasn't too happy about the decision to let Oata lead the tribes, Tarofry had concerns but wasn't as open about it as Gnarlate was. " Okras, your son of all badgers? He betrayed you, your code. " Gnarlate growled, " He took your eye old man. " Gnarlate snarled, showing his disapproval.

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Tarofry watched Gnarlate express his opinion, Tarofry wasn't happy with the larger badger who stood at 5 feet tall while Tarofry, at his 3 feet, growled back. " Gnarlate. Shut your yapping muzzle! You sound like a whimpering pup! " Which was totally out of character for Tarofry. He was usually the kind, quiet and shy Tarofry instead of the honest and rude Tarofry they were witnessing. " You're angry that our chieftain didn't choose you as the lead. " This has been anger boiling within Tarofry for a while it seemed, " You are not fit enough to be our chieftain, especially with your rage and self-righteousness. " Tarofry stared down the towering badger who had that rage in his eyes. " Don't get a big head because you killed a diseased sibling. You're still a pup in fighting. " Gnarlate retorted which Tarofry scoffed, " You had to turn into one to kill another. You're a pup having to rely on his anger to win his fights. " In which Gnarlate's eyes twitched in anger, he quieted down with his fists clenching tightly and Tarofry smiling that he won the argument with a veteran fighter.

Hunter of Skies

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Hunter watched the two bickering badgers, he was sure there was about to be a fight between the two, but they were able to maintain it. Maybe because Okras was still around, Hunter knew that this would not be allowed in his tribe, especially on a mission when they were on the hunt for a dangerous predator. When Okras left this world, he feared for the badger's future. If this was Okras' last hunt, the stability of the tribes may not last long. Okras a wiser Badger, his son, Oata, was a very proud and powerful warrior who knew how to use his anger for the better. Gnarlate was the same except for the anger, obviously as he changed into an almost rabid beast. The disease was already within Gnarlate, they just didn't want to deal with it right now Hunter was guessing, not until it was time, not until Okras' time had passed.

Up ahead of this path they were walking up on, Oata came to a stop in which the tribe stopped as well, the blood trail they were following had now stopped, Oata knelt down where the trail ended and moved his hand through the ground, sniffing the air. " I smell death. " Oata growled. He stood up and turned his head to where the scent was coming from, the forest seemed to darken now around. Oata held his axe in both hands, " Turtle Position! " Oata roared, his warriors immediately formed up, moving Shappa, David, Hunter, Okras, Tarofry, Gnarlate and the rest of Okras' tribe into the middle of warriors of Oata's tribe, circling around them with shields at the ready and Oata at the edge with only his axe. His eyes scanned the area, " Something is not right. The dead are walking around. " He whispered, although the forest around them was quiet and still. Hunter had his tomahawk at the ready.

As the tension began to build with badger warriors at the ready. There was movement in the brush around them. Oata knew this situation was a bad one to be in. Stuck on a path with cover all around them, while they thought they were on a hunt they realized too late they were a part of someone else's. Then out of the cover shambling bodies came forth, decayed corpses with skin and viscera hanging by tendrils. " Shell Prod! " Oata commanded as the walking corpses made their way towards the group, the shield badgers held spears and when any corpses grew near, they poked spears forward into heads of the corpses. Putting them down quickly, but then there was shaking of ground, coming their way. Oata sniffed the air, anyone that smelled the air could smell that death on the winds. And whatever was coming was huge. Oata heard it coming before yelling, " Disperse! " Oata roared at the top of his lungs. The shield badgers quickly moved out of the way as warriors, healers and scouts followed afterwards. Hunter pushed both David and Shappa first to get them away.

As the stomping came forward towards them just as through the brush the large figure of a werebadger came barging forward, the body was decayed and bigger than before. Instead of eight feet tall, they were now ten feet tall, and their chest was glowing blue, their eyes the same color. They were an undead werebadger. Moving forward before letting out a deafening roar, its claws were longer than before with a blue hue around its claws as a strange substance dripped off the claws. Needless to say, this thing was more dangerous than before. Oata faced the large undead werebadger, Oata's face showed nothing but anger. " You've been transformed into an abomination. A desecrated corpse of an already suffering people. I will put you to rest. " Oata spoke as he pointed his axe at the Werebadger. " COME FORTH! " Oata roared as he then charged forward, the werebadger swiped a massive claw as Oata jumped up, dodging the attack as Oata brought his axe down on the Badger's shoulder but his axe barely did any damage. Seeing as his attack didn't do anything, Oata backed up now, dodging and blocking attacks.

As for the rest of the tribe, it was a clusterfuck, the fight between the living and dead was an outbreak, the badgers were downing corpses easily but more and more showed up, with some badgers being pulled into the bushes never to be seen again. Hunter was with Shappa and David, " You two, stay close. David, watch our backs. We need to reach Okras who's somewhere in this fight. We need to reach him and continue our way. " Hunter had his tomahawk in hand, as a corpse shambled forward at the three, Hunter swiped his axe across the face of the corpse, taking it down. Hunter had no idea what he was witnessing but he needed to stay calm and continue forward. David and Shappa would see corpses coming their way towards them and the rest of the badgers. The large undead glowing werebadger was battling Oata in which it looked like it was a stalemate so far. The only things that were heard was yelling from badgers, screaming from others and the growling of these animated corpses. " David, Shappa, start moving! " Hunter told the two as he swung his axe back, knocking his edge into another corpse's face, cleaving through it, taking down the body. " GO! NOW! " Hunter roared. Before the two there was a pathway through, they could move towards the large undead werebadger or move towards the bulk of the fight where it was anarchy and death. But either way, they'll come across undead. There was distracted undead for them to fight through. Tarofry and Gnarlate were nowhere to be seen.

 

[RavenSong]

After all the badgers had decided to begin their offensive into the forest in search of their diseased relative, Shappa decided to follow. Drawing her bow and placing an idle arrow upon it at the ready. Her buckskin clothes were muddied now from the hours of travel and combat. Splotches of blood here and there from the badgers she tried to save.
Walking through the forests, now with a very large band of badger warriors with various specialities, she turned to look at Gnarlate, who seemed rather displeased by Okras’s decision to let his son lead the remaining badgers in his wake. She found it astounding that in spite of everything, he still held onto old rivalries. But, he couldn’t blame him, and perhaps it was the disease that was taking over his judgement. Shappa thought they’d suffered enough, if there was any group of people who deserved a stable peace it was these badgers whom the huntress grew to accept their suffering as her own.
Looking at Tarofry, her dear friend, she smiled. Although he seemed to have lost the delicate spark of his otherwise uplifting personality, he spoke with a chiefs wisdom. However taunting he could be. “It’s best we let go of any reservations about the shift in leadership, at least for the time being. There will be a time and place to discuss these matters, hopefully with a bit of roasted rabbit in our bellies. Do not falter, I certainly believe we’re close.”

After some time, the trail ended, and with that a certain putrid smell in the air that she could barely make out with her human sense of smell. The badgers however seemed to pick it up quite clearly. Once the badgers made a turtle formation, she drew her bow aiming it at anything she could potentially hear. Using her heightened sense of sight, she caught the subtle glimpses of movement, firing as the undead creature collapsed from a pierced brain. Drawing again as the undead began to swarm the band of badgers. “There’s so many of them!” Shappa cried out. But before they could get a better idea of their numbers, the massive diseased badger charged at the formation. Before Shappa had any time to act however, Hunter shoved her out of the way, landing next to the newcomer. Quickly rising to her feet, she continued to fire at the foul undead. “How on earth did this creature manage to manipulate mana to influence the dead this way?!” She then fired her arrows at some of the fiends that were coming after Hunter, then behind them. It appeared they were in a stand still, unable to really move when Hunter cried out for them to move. Nodding, she focused her fire in front of Hunter, in an effort to break their numbers to better traverse through the battle.
After Hunter killed one of the fallen, Shappa quickly held her mentors hand. “I head for the source of this blight, Hunter.” She searched his eyes quickly, revealing not just the burden of carrying these badgers suffering, but that of the past. “Please. Don’t die.”
With that she darted through the heat of the battle. Using [stealth] when she could, and [hightened sense - sight] to pinpoint the cataclysmic battle between oata and the cursed badger.

 

[Orikanyo]

Badger Time

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"Now pups, I may be old but I wont have you are each others necks.." okras spoke up to the two, tarofry and Gnarlate. "And.. yes... he did... But I wish for you to look at his tribe when you have a moment.. See that he learned from his days as a angry little pup... under his strength, lays a heart willing to protect and know the true point of a leader..." Okras kept pace with the two, despite his age and feable body... It shows that perhaps, back in his prime, they would never had hoped to catch him themselves.

"hes grown hard experience in the ways of leadership, and shows care for his people... he learned, perhaps my most crucial lesson i told him long long ago..." the old badger cracked his neck, getting abit more vigor from his form. "That the position of leader is not to serve himself in high station, but to serve the others... And drive them towards the goals... I do not know.. if he regrets what was said or done... I know.. that I do... But I also know.. That holding onto hatred...

..Is to drink poison.. expecting the other to die..."

the old badger looked ahead.. They had much work it seems...

"...Come time.. I suggest making your choices if you wish to stay.. there is a great deal of world out there, many people like these humans. Theres many people to help aswell, who have need of stout hearts and bodies... I did it once, when i was like my son...

Keep it in mind, you both are still young. Perhaps, if we manage at least to find a way to keep that rage down... You've been very strong to be able to Gnarlate" The old badger actually overtook the two, his mace a capable walking stick to be certain.


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"..So it is then... So seeped in death, it devoid it'self of life..." Okras spoke with saddness, but his voice belayed the ferocity he struck down upon a creature attempting to drag away one of his kin. The badger scrambled back, before Okras swung back around and crushed another abomination. The heavy mace crushing the head then splitting down the body, bones and all, splintered.

"Together, send them to the stars.." He spoke before a light came into his hand.. A light, a small star within his very palm. he clutched his fist, and then blew into the crowd of his fellows... Upon the wind it swirled, billowed and danced, breaking off further and further, until the array of stars shot forth in all directions, gracing the badgers and humans as well!

Within the spell, the people's wounds would mend, their hearts hardened and bodies strengthened... Okras panted lightly, but he still stood tall, that knowing smile on his face.

It seems, he'd be saving this one.

Hunter would feel a similar feeling in his body, a certain elf from before gave him strength in the same manner.. But.. it seems this Okras had him beat in a sense.

• Ability used: Blessing of the Starry skies- Bolster Strength/Precision/Vitality/Speed/Intelligence D, healing D, Magic Range D(100 feet), Magic Aoe D (100 feet), Magic Duration E Selective D. A true blessing of the many shining stars above, currated and encompassing, it strengthens all parameters of allies within the effect range for one whole hour, healing wounds as the stars bless their new found friends.​

Upon the burst, the tides began to surge in their favor, pained cries from the bushes began to turn from fear, to yells of righteous fury as the beasts began to be put in their place for daring to try and pull them out. Several already pulling back from the greenery around them.

"Come! Once more! Show the stars your strength!!" okras called, his mace held high!!

 

[Skyhunter]

The Deep Forest

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Moving her way through the fighting, her stealth would pay off against these brain dead, literally, undead as their awareness for the most basic of stealth allowed Shappa to make her way through. Although the shining star that Okras had summoned now burned brightly in the air, causing all living beings to gain this massive buff, everyone's eyes would glow yellow while they had a yellow aura around them. The tide of battle turned quickly in their favor, with Oata now releasing a loud roar as he then pushed the turned werebadger back, Tarofry and Gnarlate joined in once they swept through the undead, now being an incredible three versus one, the three quickly would lay waste to the large turned werebadger. With three conjoined attacks with the power of the badger spirit, they each took down the werebadger in a combined attack, burning through the turned sibling. The werebadger would fall into pieces quickly before finally stopping its movements. The remaining undead were quickly dispatched by the combined tribes of the warriors and healers. As quickly as they came, the undead had been destroyed. Although there was faint laughter before it dissipated and only the living were left. There was celebration and roars of victory. They had done it and more, thanks to Okras' powerful ability as a Chieftain. The secret to being a leader.

 

[Orikanyo]

Okras

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The badgers celebrated, the little world of their saved once more through the help of working together as one.. Perhaps, they would learn a lesson from this, that the rage can be defeated, can be beaten. To controll themselves with the strength of community and friendship, the pains of a separated people... Perhaps mended, or at least coming together to lick their wounds once again as family. Old friends found once more, new friends uncovered in the plight of harrowing evil...

But one did not celebrate amongst the rest... Somewhere, in the corner of the glade where they proclaimed there victory, sat an old badger, looking out upon the new found tribe, whole once more...

"..They'll be fine... Though.. my pup could do to learn some magics... Stars know he'll need it..." he spoke in a weary tone... "Hmm.. So quick to celebrate.. Might be forgetting me. They will send the dead to the stars soon.. I taught them to do that much for foes as well." he was speaking to nobody in particular, or perhaps, to everyone...? He was certain, however, his words would speak to whoever heard it, and to them, it may mean something.

"This little tribe... Isn't much.. To the grand world beyond.. What happens here.. may not hold much weight... It may not change the world... But... yet it lives... Despite it all... it lives...

With it's turmoils and goodness, hatred and anger, love and joy... It deserves it's place in the world like any other... Perhaps... The world may see us again... In our sleepy little home... Sleepy... I do feel a need to nap... The sun is bright and warm today.. a little one wouldn't hurt...

Yes... just.. a small nap... Plenty to tell my pup later... A dream of my starlight would be nice...

Its been so long since i've seen her..." With his seat on a stump, and hand resting on his mace, the old badger slowly drifted off, and unbeknownst to the world below, with all of the people living their lives, their stories of victories and love.

One star blinks anew, brighter than most, but a part of the tapestry all the same.

 

[RavenSong]

Seeing the immense energy emitted from Okras, Shappa knew his end had come. Mustering up the entirety of his power, for his people and for those that would came after him.

Shappa quickly drew an arrow once she reached the battle between the badger elites and the were badger, firing a shot aimed for its eye. When it landed it roared mightily in pain, making space for the others to land their strikes. "Begone accursed!" She exclaimed, as she drew another and continued her barrage against the were badger, using the others as cover.

Perhaps it wasn't as wise to be out in the open for an archer, but Shappa's rage seemed to boil down to this very moment. She had to make it count, for Okras. There were badger continued to put up a great fight, sending badgers flying, yet some collaborations were seen among the elites that she never expected. At first it seemed like they were fighting individually; to show off their combat prowess. To be one badger heroes. Yet when the aura was dispersed through the air, the elite badgers glanced at each other quickly. They all knew in some way that this was Okras final gift. As chief.

Having being caught off guard by their incredible synergy, a claw came hurling to her face, when she immediately ducked and dashed sideways. Immediately drawing and firing another arrow. Then to an undead that scattered about the battlefield.

When finally, at a final standstill, they made a final charge. “For Okras!!” She exclaimed, “For the Chief!”

The snarls and roars of those in the charge were heard, echoing through the diseased forest, their steps swift and mighty, and their foe wounded and blind in its rage. The final strikes were set, and the were badger was no more.

Once the battle was over, the badgers celebrated. A long overdue explosion of happiness for a tribe tested so heavily with hardship. The wilds of this world finally smiled upon its children. And it would seem, a time to rebuild, and to thrive was on the horizon.

Shappa went looking for Okras who couldn’t be found anywhere, even if it was simply to bid him farewell, or perhaps a wish he would like to see fulfilled, would be enough. Yet, when she finally found him, he was gone. The huntress, looked down, solemnly and in silent mourning. The others would likely find him too, weeping and melancholy for their great chief. Shappa, then pulled the bone necklace around her neck, placing it carefully in Okras hand. Then turned to look for Hunter.

 

[Skyhunter]

The Deep Forests

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Oata, the son of Okras approached where his father was laying at, having used all his energy to give them the final push they needed to win the battle. Oata crouched down next to Okras and placed his hand on his shoulder. Oata had a saddened face, taking his father's hand into his. " Father. " Oata growled, pain in his voice. " I think I finally understand what it was you were trying to teach me. " Oata took a deep breath as he hung his head lowly to his father's corpse. The tribes have died down and began to surround the old war chief's body where he laid. Tarofry and Gnarlate were in the front of the crowd seeing their Chieftain had passed onto the Starry Skies. Oata looked at his father's mace and gently took the weapon looking at it as he stood up. " I am sorry father. I wish we were able to talk more after the battle was won. " The badger whispered. He held the large mace up into the sky and turned to face the surrounding crowd. " Okras has passed on. " Oata almost choked on the words as he looked over the crowd with saddened eyes, " My father has given his life so that we could win this fight, against a strong opponent that was intending to kill us and turn us into just like them. " Oata called out to everyone, " His sacrifice allowed us to live. We owe him our lives. Now. I haven't been the best son to Okras that is true. Nor have I been the best Chieftain in the event of our Divide. But it was Okras' will that our tribes join together and continue our path ahead. We have to honor it and at least try. I have a lot of improving to do myself. But I will do my best as Chieftain. For now, let us honor my father and give him a proper farewell. " Oata rang out. The tribes were all silent. Tarofry and Gnarlate moved up to Oata's side and helped carry Okras back to the clearing with the crystal.

As Shappa looked back for Hunter, he was already there, staring at the passed-on Okras, sadness in his eyes as he had looked to the weathered chieftain as his own chieftain. A hand gently laid on Shappa's shoulder, " I will miss him too, Shappa. He was a great Badger Chieftain and friend. " Hunter's words were filled with grief, he then gently took her hand and pulled her up to her feet gently before embracing the woman, " It'll be okay, he is up in the stars now. " He released her before walking back with the badgers to the clearing, where they prepared to make his grave at the foot of the crystals, creating a bed of moss and straw and laid him down on it. Each warrior sat down around his corpse and quietly sung in unison for their fallen chieftain. The women were the closest and joined in with the singing. A way to honor Okras and lead him into the next life. This was a rare ritual to witness be performed.

 

[RavenSong]

It seemed Hunter wasn’t very far after all, relived to see he was actually nearby she sighed with relief quite deeply. “There you are..”She managed through her melancholy mood. “..I’m glad to see you’re still here Hunter.” Returning her gaze to the fallen chief and all the badgers that now gathered around to pay their respects. When she felt a hand on her shoulder, and then Hunters grieving voice the huntress reached to touch his hand. It was then that he pulled her up for an embrace.

It felt like ages since she was held, a sudden warm feeling echoing through her mind brought her to return the embrace. Unable to contain her feelings of sadness she began to weep. Unknowingly, the tears welled in her eyes and fell from her face like a trickling spring as she placed her forehead on Hunters chest. “He is.. he’s in the stars now.” She repeated as if she wanted to cling onto that comfort when everything around her appeared hopeless.

In her short time with the badgers warriors, she’d grown fond of them, making their problems her own. It was the tradition of her culture to help others, however that duty extended much further to the aid of the various creatures that inhabited the earth. For the creatures of the wilds were closer to the earth mother. Therefore bestowed with a greater sacredness.
Stories. She used to think, when the medicine men or women spoke of such things. They saw them as living, speaking people. In her naivety, she couldn’t see past what her mortal eyes could see, she’d failed to see with her heart. Perhaps that’s why she was brought to this world. To see; witness flaws firsthand.
She reflected on much as she stood by Okras empty vessel. She didn’t dare interfere in their parting rites and customs.

 

[Skyhunter]

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After a long ritual, a bright light came on down from the sky, a light the color of white surrounded Okras' body as the badgers continued their ritual, the light glowed brighter and quickly died down, Okras' body had disappeared with the light and everyone got up, Oata stared at where his father had laid at. He took a deep breath and sighed. " I'm sorry, father. I wish I got to say goodbye. I will do my best to lead our tribes as one into the future. " Oata whispered as he stood up and stared at where his father first laid. He still held his mace in his hand and walked up to the front of the large crystal monument. " We'll make our pilgrimage here every year, father. I wish I got to talk to you once more before you left. " Oata whispered as he then lifted Okras' mace into the air and slammed it into the ground, handle first. The ground around the mace glowed for a moment before dying off. It would be kept safe here until a worthy successor could lift the Mace of Okras. Oata did not see himself worthy but would do his best.

Oata looked to both Hunter and Shappa then approached them as the tribes quietly got ready to start moving. " I thank you two for helping my people out. " Oata placed the head of his axe down on the ground with his hands resting on the butt of it. " I wouldn't have expected two humans to have helped my tribe of badgers out and even be a part of reuniting us. My father trusted you two so that must count for something. I also feel a deep connection to the land within the two of you. If you need help, seek us out. I will make sure we do help you. " Oata then picked up his axe and walked off back to his tribe, " Farewell. " Oata called as his gathered tribe was ready to move. Tarofry saw the two and waved at them, his eyes were teary eyed, most likely for Okras' passing, he did see the old badger as a father figure.

As the tribe picked up and moved along, heading back to where Okras' tribe was at to meet with them, Hunter watched them leave and turned to look at Shappa, he placed his hands on her shoulders and gave a gentle smile, " I am proud of you Shappa, you did not back down in the face of fear. You held courage and moved forward. You will be a great warrior yet, come. It is time for us to move on. " Hunter released her and walked in the opposite direction of the Badgers. For the two had their own journey and hardships to encounter.

OOC: Thank you all that participated in this story! It wasn't my best and I feel like it dragged on for some time, Orikanyo thank you for NPCing as Okras, you did a very well good of it and it saddened me when he passed on.

 

[Skyhunter]

Isekai Hell RP Grade​

Well, I got a ton to say about this one. This was definitely my weakest RP yet. With losing three others and my horrible pacing, I am quite ashamed of how badly this went. Although I am glad to have given a good ending to Shappa and Hunter, despite my terrible writing skills for this RP. I felt it unnecessary, but I also felt it needed a proper ending, which I feel like I have failed to do. Despite my terrible writing, Ori is for sure the MPV, Okras has become one of my favorite NPCs to date, his old and wise self really portrayed his beliefs and his personality, despite his son Oata having completely different reasons and beliefs, their interactions together really warmed my heart as there is bad history between the two, but they reunited together to help take down the final RID Badger at the moment and the most dangerous. Thank you, Ori, for doing Co GMing. And Shappa was a treat honestly to watch her grow from being a bit scared to gaining the courage to fight even though she faced a foreign enemy. Good job and thank you for joining this scuffed RP. Now onto the rewards, everyone did great!

Hunter (GM) - 83 Points

Orikanyo (Co GM) - 28 Points

Shappa - 56 Points