Emerald Grove
A hilly terrain covered by deciduous forest. Creeks cut between the hills. The tall forest reaches upward and underneath, ferns cover the ground.
[P] Rat's Nest
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OOC Date: 10-10-2024, 05:43 PM
IC THREAD DATE: 09/05/2024  in  Emerald Grove  —  
DUSKORNA
NOBLE
Species Male Other Canid
Build Adult Lean 16"
Trade NOVICE ARTISAN
Trade NOVICE SHAMAN
Health5 Dexterity3
Arcana 4 Medicine 1
Charisma 4 Perception 4
Constitution 1 Stealth 3
Deception 4 Strength 1
MagicSIREN SONG
MagicLIGHT ELEMENT
MagicCLAIRVOYANCE
MagicTELEPATHY
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Eon would nod to Caertas as she told him she was familiar with the skinning and drying process. Perhaps he could learn a few things from her if he couldn’t figure it out for himself. The idea of crafting a nice rug excited him, and he followed enthusiastically behind Ceartas as she led the way over to the cage, through the undergrowth to a well-hidden part of the forest. Eon had to admit, if it wasn’t for Ceartas leading the way and now, the pungent stench of blood, he probably wouldn’t have been able to find the area.

His gaze fell over the cage. It was large and could obviously hold a good amount of rats. He wondered how many she had kept in there before the fox had snatched them. Her voice would bring his attention to her direction, however. “These rats were not my pets, I use them to experiment on new plants I discover, to see vhat they do and vhat the side effects are. There are many useful plants that can revolutionize the medical field, just sitting out there undiscovered. I aim to discover them.”  Eon watched as the carcass was placed in the cage. He was surprised at her words but supposed it made sense.

“So you’re a healer, then?” He’d speak, intrigued. Enya was also a healer, but she could use her will to heal wounds. It seemed Ceartas had a different, more complex way of doing things. Eon couldn’t help but admire her for the work she was doing. “That all seems very complicated,” he’d reply, though he kept his voice low, not to alert anyone around to their location. That would spoil the plan, after all.

He’d watch as Ceartas then found them a hiding spot. He’d follow, finding a comfortable spot beside her to sit and wait. The wind was luckily blowing in their direction. He’d lift his muzzle, giving it a sniff to see if there was any scent of fox. It certainly lingered about the area, and distinguishing new scents from old was challenging. After some time, he was able to pick up on a fresh scent further downwind. It seemed the fox was heading in this direction. Good. Everything was going according to plan.