Jack waved a dismissive hand in the air, making it clear that he was leaving. There was no point continuing the conversation when there was a job to do, and really, that's all he lived for these days. "If I step foot in here again, we'll be fighting to the death it seems then," he called as he left. That wasn't necessarily true; he had no reason currently to do more than look into the creature.
He left and did indeed find a fresher trail for the werewolf a few miles away, and he began to hunt it actively. Once the morning hours hit, the wolf would spend the heat of the day hidden and plotting, unless the brain disease had gotten so bad that there was no point than doing anything but attacking. He would simply put the creature out of its misery at that point.
He found the wolf, of course. Silver tipped arrows were used to wound and draw it out to where he had a more advantageous position. It was in bad condition, more wild beast than noble hunter anymore. He worked hard to kill it, taking a few bruises as he was knocked into trees and rocks for his efforts. All the same, he ended the creature's life, took claws and teeth to prove the job was done to collect his pay and left the carcass for the scavengers to have.
Curiosity had him looking into the creature in the cave, and the guild archives were extensive and in-depth. He narrowed it down to a small handful of creatures, but his lack of sight was of detriment sometimes. It wasn't like he could describe acute detail after all, but he had magical impressions of types of life force.
As he suspected, there was a bounty on the creature in the mine network. It had been up for awhile and no one had collected it. All who had tried had failed. All dead. A little digging and he found their death certificates. Two killed with weapons, one turned to stone.
Oh.
Gorgons were rare and considered high skill to kill. Anyone looking at them directly were turned to stone. Because of that, they were hunted to near extinction. How? Their mates and offspring were targeted to draw them out. A hunter to kill a gorgon was paid a King's ransom.
He wasn't interested in the money nor the bounty.
He still returned to the mine system when he had another job close to the area a few weeks later, checking the bounty on that gorgon. Only the high-ups in the guild knew of it, and they were content to leave it be as long as it didn't cause trouble. Still, it seemed a waste not to warn the creature; being blind meant he might be one of the few to survive an encounter.
"I know what you are," he called as he entered the cave and had found a fresh enough trail. "You aren't safe here either. You're better off higher in the mountains to the East. There's another abandoned diamond mine up there."
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Date: 2020-08-22 10:23 pm (UTC)He left and did indeed find a fresher trail for the werewolf a few miles away, and he began to hunt it actively. Once the morning hours hit, the wolf would spend the heat of the day hidden and plotting, unless the brain disease had gotten so bad that there was no point than doing anything but attacking. He would simply put the creature out of its misery at that point.
He found the wolf, of course. Silver tipped arrows were used to wound and draw it out to where he had a more advantageous position. It was in bad condition, more wild beast than noble hunter anymore. He worked hard to kill it, taking a few bruises as he was knocked into trees and rocks for his efforts. All the same, he ended the creature's life, took claws and teeth to prove the job was done to collect his pay and left the carcass for the scavengers to have.
Curiosity had him looking into the creature in the cave, and the guild archives were extensive and in-depth. He narrowed it down to a small handful of creatures, but his lack of sight was of detriment sometimes. It wasn't like he could describe acute detail after all, but he had magical impressions of types of life force.
As he suspected, there was a bounty on the creature in the mine network. It had been up for awhile and no one had collected it. All who had tried had failed. All dead. A little digging and he found their death certificates. Two killed with weapons, one turned to stone.
Oh.
Gorgons were rare and considered high skill to kill. Anyone looking at them directly were turned to stone. Because of that, they were hunted to near extinction. How? Their mates and offspring were targeted to draw them out. A hunter to kill a gorgon was paid a King's ransom.
He wasn't interested in the money nor the bounty.
He still returned to the mine system when he had another job close to the area a few weeks later, checking the bounty on that gorgon. Only the high-ups in the guild knew of it, and they were content to leave it be as long as it didn't cause trouble. Still, it seemed a waste not to warn the creature; being blind meant he might be one of the few to survive an encounter.
"I know what you are," he called as he entered the cave and had found a fresh enough trail. "You aren't safe here either. You're better off higher in the mountains to the East. There's another abandoned diamond mine up there."