Rebuilding the Sabertooth Warriors - Preparing the Land (Speccial)

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Preparing the Land:

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By the time that Vodarara had managed to extract himself from under the creature, he was already suffering significantly from the blood-loss sustained from the laceration that had occurred along the sides and back of his leg around the thigh region.
Shevika seemed to have got out relatively unharmed, her nimbleness and reactions keeping her from what could have been a rather grave injury to her abdomen.

The huntsman stemmed his bleeding as best as he could, he didn’t have time or energy to worry about recovering the creatures hide, organs and other materials. He needed to return somewhere and the settlement he had passed through was the best option at the time.
His hides had taken damage and his left leg was somewhat compromised from the creature's bite, straps of leather and wadding had been used to limit the bleeding as he aimlessly followed his old pathing back towards the settlement.

It would be headway into night as Vodarara stumbled his way back into the settlement's vicinity. He would head towards the sparks of the fire and sit himself down staring into the crackling blaze of once frozen logs as the Imuchakk indulged in their social settlement bonding. Vodarara wasn’t much for those things but a fire was always nice, the huntsman would sit there for a while before he slowly drifted off into a state of unconsciousness.

It would be a number of days until Vodarara would regain his consciousness, he had been put on bed rest which was something significantly more comfortable than what he was used to his wounds had been coated with herbal mixtures and the huntsman would need significantly more time to heal, he was getting older and the older you were the slower you healed.

His body showed visible bruising across the majority of his chest and back and he had developed a cough during this time. Likely stemming from some form of infection caused by his injury in the cave and exposure to the aged meat in the cave itself.
Vodarara would have to see if the Settlement Elder had heard him out and sought to attract individuals to provide their servers to clear the area of debris in the name of the High Chief, only time would tell of course.


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WC: 379/1500







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The weeks passed slowly, sleep was rather limited as the huntsman struggled to find the ability to comfortably sleep with cracked ribs, the infection that had set in and had been undertreatment from the lacerations that he had received from the creature's maw.

As the huntsman had begun to recover but was unable to walk within any real effectiveness or rather wasn’t exactly allowed to leave with the state of his leg. After all, if the Imuchakk decided something, they had the strength to back it up and Vodarara clearly was not in a state to be able to flee exactly.
As such the huntsman had very little to do other than pester any that visited him about if anyone was pursuing the High Chief’s orders alongside his efforts to improve his equipment as he was confined to quarters.

He had blades to sharpen and reinforce, his Kukri was a blade that needed improving. The blade having become warped during the fight having struck at bone and rock had led to the deformation of the weapon and now more than ever with the additional downtime would prove to be a useful time for the huntsman as he bartered with his watcher to get collections of materials that he needed to work on his equipment.

The Kukri would not be the only tool that would receive additional modifications to their integrity and effectiveness. His Ice Warden made gauntlet would find its tendons renewed and replaced, further padding for blunt force shock was added within from the yarn spun from the hides of varying species of beasts.

His throwing weapons didn’t exactly change much after all; they were improvised and the occasional addition of either slightly extra weight or additional edges would help make them slightly more effective in combat.
Vodarara had busy hands for a time.

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WC: 305
TWC: 684/1500

Vodarara would be bed-ridden for nigh on a month before he could even begin starting to make any movement outside of it, his leg had been significantly damaged and would leave a significant scar tissue and damage to his left leg.
Magical Healing was of course nigh on non-existant and thus the treatment was through treatments derived from the wilderness, many of which the Huntsman was acutely aware of and a significant number more that were more closely guarded recipes and treatment methods that required a much more skilled hand at the art of healing that the huntsman.

The ravaged section of his leg had been threaded back together by whomever had treated him and was regularly tended to by those that had taken the wayward hunter into their care after he had dragged himself back to the settlement.

He had been fortunate that they had taken to the Chief's request that he had been ordered to fulfil and they had begun bringing in individuals to begin the construction and clearance efforts as ordered by the Chief. Vodarara thought to himself that he would be better of secluding himself for sometime at some point in the future, so that he could identify better ways to handle cave and burrowing creatures which were a major adversary the human struggled to deal with in combat.

He also strongly suspected the Chief would likely be aware that he had managed to get himself mauled and that likely wasn't going to impress her. He hoped at the very least the assistance that he was effectively bribing with hides and other materials to complete the work with very "rough" guidance would be able to keep the plan on schedule, so that everything would continue as per the Chief had intended though he wondered how long it would take him to get back on his own feet without aid.

Every moment he was stuck in bed, he knew his muscles would be weakening and while he tried to maintain and work on his muscles there was limitations as to what you could do while stuck in the same quarters, reliant on the aid of others to bring you food, wash you down and take you to have a shit. It was not a fun experience though it was arguably better than being dead.
The huntsman just detested being in such a weak position, needing the aid of others to not expire from the inability of being able to do things.

This was one of Vodarara's most prevalent weaknesses, his fear and distain for working with others and while he would use it when it was advantageous to be put in the position due to you own error was something that he could not stand.
He would have to wait on the Imuchakk's Reports about progress and he hoped everything would be proceeding as hoped...

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WC: 478
TWC: 1162/1500

The huntsman would find himself with a new reporter of events, he had been under treatment for a fair time and this was one of the worst injuries the huntsman had suffered. The huntsman had nigh on drowned in the past and fell a significant distance striking frigid water hard, he had been recovered by an Imuchakk during his hunt and brought back to the tribe.

Fortunately and maybe unfortunately, he had survived then had his arm dislocated and relocated while his body recovered from near suffocation at the frigid water and barely avoided freezing to death while he was dragged to the primarily Imuchakk settlement on the frozen land mass.

Having become adorned with scars, the grey haired man still retained a fair element of youth almost frozen to him. His eyes however looked old and tired, a body never given a fair chance to rest and recovery.
The youngster that was before him looked rather young, though his height and horn indicated him as an adult of the Imuchakk, having passed the trials of youth and come out successful.

Vodarara’s moonstone eyes settled on the youngster as he began his brief informing the huntsman of the state of events. Fortunately, the settlements had capable people, the Imuchakk fiercely independent and relying on working together to survive helped the Chief’s project greatly. Of course, like all things it took time, planning and preparation to complete but this sort of thing was not the huntsman expertise though he tried to consider it like a good hunt.
He would have to hope that the Imuchakk understood the Chief’s instructions.

The youngster however brought forward an additional offer as he suggested that he could speed along the huntsman’s recovery. The arts of a shaman, it sounded like and shamans were rare among the Imuchakk but well respected.
The huntsman gave a simple and slow answer.

“A Shaman...Adepts, Assistance is Welcome”

It would be rude after all to reject an offer from an individual who may one day become an important shaman, it could be a bad omen to cause offense to such an individual and their kind.

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WC: 356
TWC: 1518/1500

Vodarara listened to the youngster as he claimed his "magic" or his craft would not be as harmful as it looked. He raised his hand as he kneeled alongside Vodarara's flank, the lads hand hovered over the left leg that belonged to huntsman.

Events seemed fine at first as the, light emerged from the shaman-adepts hands as it descended and started to cause the huntsman leg to tingle before the light that descended turned into roaring flame. The sight was somewhat terrifying, much like the blaze sent forth by the outsider that attacked the icecap not all that long ago.

However, it did not burn like fire. The instinctive flinch was not felt alongside the agony of burning but rather a pleasurable but tense warmth that seemed to rise through the huntsman's body with each breath he took.
Beneath this flame, the lost tissue and sinew would begin to mend in such a way that would not have been possible without the treatment of magic.

In a sense, it was a miracle of power to the huntsman though he didn't trust magic itself, the faith in the shamanic was almost absolute. They were often the storytellers and fable-weavers of the tribes after all, they cared for the spirits and stories of the passed ancients of the Imuchakk and were beings worthy of respect.

Vodarara's keen eyes would notice something however, a dribble of blood that came from the lads eye as he swiftly wiped it away. Such power always came with a cost greater than exhaustion, something that drew from you but was not controlled, it was a thirst or that was at least how the huntsman viewed it.

Vodarara would place his leg from the bed as he tested it, feeling how the muscles and tendons felt as weight was applied to it.

"This one thanks you, young adept"

The huntsman didn't exactly understand the importance of himself to the society of Imuchakk, he just existed and was not an ambitious man but he at the very least served the strong and that was Asisiak.

"One must see this finished"

There was still much to finish before the Chief's objectives were finished and time was always moving, it was time to pursue the threads that had spun free in the huntsman's absence.

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WC: 350
TWC: 1868/1500

The shaman-adept did not remain long after performing his witchcraft, swiftly leaving back the tent and back out into the frigid cold of the settlement proper.

The huntsman would soon be able to return the the field and inspect the progress with his own eyes. Rather than rely on the scattering of reports that were occasionally brought to him on the progress of the High Chief's orders.

It would be a number of days before Vodarara had prepared and repaired his kit and once again would wander out into the wilderness with his companion animals. The wilderness in particular was now significantly busier as caravan's, craftsman and hands were progressively setting to work on clearing, preparing and building on the area.

Weeks passed relatively uneventfully, the huntsman taking to scouting and patrolling the area as he often found himself not exactly suitable when working with Imuchakk, he was significantly weaker and his height was lacking when compared to them which often made the huntsman little more than a hinderance as well as the hunter not exactly having the knowledge required for such work.

These simple times would not last however, a plague would begin to strike at the beasts of burden in use by the Imuchakk. A frost madness had come, such an affliction released a senseless and uncontrollable rage with the creatures it afflicted, it tainted their bodies and afflicted others that consumed their frosted flesh but such an afflicted beast would be simple to deal with.

After all their only focus was violence and death, a senseless creature was the easiest to hunt after all it could easily be led it a trap when it only focused on attacking and not its surroundings...

[Thread End]

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WC: 280
TWC: 2168/1500