H.O.N.
October. Early morning. H.O.N office at Crambvoyak. Phone ringing demanding someone to answer.
As soon as the phone was lifted the person in the other end started to talk. ”It's L. I have a new client. Your shopping list is following. Two Cerberus tails. Minced and dried tiefling horns. And one Valkyrie. Alive.” That's all the voice said before hanging up.
The phone was put back down and a member of H.O.N. wrote the ”shopping list” on paper. He then walked downstairs to living quarters. It was a simple space with couple of couches and a tv. In corner was a small kitchen with tables, sink, and stove to cook food. The most luxurious part was that each member was allowed to have their own bedrooms for personal space but each two bedrooms shared same bathroom. He knocked on three doors to wake up one of the teams. ”James, Shane, Mila! Time to get work!” The man shouted a slided the piece of paper under the door to James' room.
Shena Savel
It was early morning, sun barely even risen yet when Shena was flying leisurely through the Alsangi Forest the spear in her hand as usual. In the chilly fall air the mist was floating above the ground as she was doing her usual round around the forest. She was looking for any sights of possible danger. Footprints, fabric from clothes, weird items, anything that might belong to humans. She hadn't had any luck that morning. Which was a good thing for the village but Shena was wishing to see at least something so the patrolling wouldn't be so awfully boring each time.
She arrived to the Verah Pond and landed down glancing to the sky. It was cloudy, might even rain later that day. Shena walked edge of the water kneeling down and took so water in her hands drinking. It was cold just like the air and ground, the winter was clearly coming soon. After drinking she stood up stretching and looked around her. Seeing no one she picked up her spear and starter running further away from the water as she struck the spear on ground swinging herself in the air and kicking the air before landing down. It was one of her morning routines to practice at the Pond when no one was bothering her.
October. Early morning. H.O.N office at Crambvoyak. Phone ringing demanding someone to answer.
As soon as the phone was lifted the person in the other end started to talk. ”It's L. I have a new client. Your shopping list is following. Two Cerberus tails. Minced and dried tiefling horns. And one Valkyrie. Alive.” That's all the voice said before hanging up.
The phone was put back down and a member of H.O.N. wrote the ”shopping list” on paper. He then walked downstairs to living quarters. It was a simple space with couple of couches and a tv. In corner was a small kitchen with tables, sink, and stove to cook food. The most luxurious part was that each member was allowed to have their own bedrooms for personal space but each two bedrooms shared same bathroom. He knocked on three doors to wake up one of the teams. ”James, Shane, Mila! Time to get work!” The man shouted a slided the piece of paper under the door to James' room.
Shena Savel
It was early morning, sun barely even risen yet when Shena was flying leisurely through the Alsangi Forest the spear in her hand as usual. In the chilly fall air the mist was floating above the ground as she was doing her usual round around the forest. She was looking for any sights of possible danger. Footprints, fabric from clothes, weird items, anything that might belong to humans. She hadn't had any luck that morning. Which was a good thing for the village but Shena was wishing to see at least something so the patrolling wouldn't be so awfully boring each time.
She arrived to the Verah Pond and landed down glancing to the sky. It was cloudy, might even rain later that day. Shena walked edge of the water kneeling down and took so water in her hands drinking. It was cold just like the air and ground, the winter was clearly coming soon. After drinking she stood up stretching and looked around her. Seeing no one she picked up her spear and starter running further away from the water as she struck the spear on ground swinging herself in the air and kicking the air before landing down. It was one of her morning routines to practice at the Pond when no one was bothering her.