ST0306: Beastmaster Hunting Guild, parties of two or more. As the weather slowly grows warmer, the beasts that the guild normally pursue are encroaching on city life again. Some of them are to be slain on sight; others are to be brought back alive for the sake of further study.
Razorants are twice the size of a person and their skin is composed entirely of sharp little blades, infinitesimally small to the point of invisible to the naked eye. Do not let a Razorant come into contact, as it is fashion among their kind to tip their blade ends in poisonous substances. They live primarily in the sewers. If you do not feel safe venturing down there, a Razorant can be lured to the surface through a special whistle the guild is willing to provide. Be careful, however, the whistle can also attract hornets. Bring back the head of the Razorant.
[ Jill knew Raccoon City like the back of her hand. She thought she'd known the sewers, too, but the answers had been below them the entire time. Beneath the city, sprawling like that mansion. Just as tainted. It's a position she never wants to be in again, both in terms of awareness or travel (or escape).
She's been here for about a half a year now. Maybe not settled, but she knew it was time to familiarize herself better. The immediate area could be pictured, but her knowledge was still lacking. Above and below, both here and the other island, even if she'd heard all searches there had been fruitless. Maybe she'd never have the same urgency as she had back then, but you should always be prepared for the worst. The eventual. This brings her to the sewers. Though without a partner she technically wasn't here to fight so there was no reason to follow the Hunting Guild's rules. Sure, she might've already gotten into a few tiffs with a Razorant or so far, but she could pick up the heads later. If not, it was no big deal.
Jill can nearly retrace her steps and place where she is beneath the streets already, but that was without straying too far. In time, it might be second nature, but it would definitely take more time than she's already put in. She tucks away the small grooves in the walls or cracks in the pathways and other markings, like areas that were meant to be sequestered and inaccessible.
But she's still alert. Faint sounds, more steps than something dragging or in a group. A straggling monster that might be entirely different or a person. Bipedal. Knife twisted into her hand smoothly, legs apart, waist bent minutely forward. ]
If someone's there, I'm going to give you one chance to make yourself known.
[ Direct, but not harsh. A threat implied, just inching into her tone enough that she isn't mistaken for someone easy to take down or swindle. ]
wild card! (exploration or fightan monstars, your pick honeybuns)
[ Jill knew Raccoon City like the back of her hand. She thought she'd known the sewers, too, but the answers had been below them the entire time. Beneath the city, sprawling like that mansion. Just as tainted. It's a position she never wants to be in again, both in terms of awareness or travel (or escape).
She's been here for about a half a year now. Maybe not settled, but she knew it was time to familiarize herself better. The immediate area could be pictured, but her knowledge was still lacking. Above and below, both here and the other island, even if she'd heard all searches there had been fruitless. Maybe she'd never have the same urgency as she had back then, but you should always be prepared for the worst. The eventual. This brings her to the sewers. Though without a partner she technically wasn't here to fight so there was no reason to follow the Hunting Guild's rules. Sure, she might've already gotten into a few tiffs with a Razorant or so far, but she could pick up the heads later. If not, it was no big deal.
Jill can nearly retrace her steps and place where she is beneath the streets already, but that was without straying too far. In time, it might be second nature, but it would definitely take more time than she's already put in. She tucks away the small grooves in the walls or cracks in the pathways and other markings, like areas that were meant to be sequestered and inaccessible.
But she's still alert. Faint sounds, more steps than something dragging or in a group. A straggling monster that might be entirely different or a person. Bipedal. Knife twisted into her hand smoothly, legs apart, waist bent minutely forward. ]
If someone's there, I'm going to give you one chance to make yourself known.
[ Direct, but not harsh. A threat implied, just inching into her tone enough that she isn't mistaken for someone easy to take down or swindle. ]