Chronicles: Expedition

The Hunt

It is noon, the sun is shining its glory above us and we are at a boulder at the side of the hill. I, Troy and Ylga are settled in our designated hunting grounds, and dropped down our equipments. We prepared our hunting tools in order to initiate the first hunt.

"That is a fine bow Troy." I said whilst looking and sliding my fingers in his bow.

"Yeah, this one is an absolute worth." he answered. "Costs about full gold, and still does what it needs to be done."

"Bow is so expensive, I wish I could afford one." Ylga said while observing nearby terrain. "Oh, look there! A Gazelle..."

"Where? Where?" Troy whispers as he draws an arrow tied with a long string attached to a rock and loads his bow.

As they observe their prey, I looked at the Srilt, from where the arrow is tied from and decided to step a foot in order to gain a fully secured rock. "Alright, I got my foot on the Srilt."

Troy waited for about a minute and focuses. I see his arms, stretching the string of the bow. I can see his hands weren't even moving. I guess he was in total concentration. For about five straight minutes, silence has spread. Just Troy and Ylga aiming at the Gazelle, making sure of a perfect shot.

"He stopped." Ylga whispered to Troy, from what I heard, then I heard a pop from the string. Troy released the arrow, the string are seen moving forward, and then... it stopped. It looked like it had hit the ground or the Gazelle.

"Hit! Grab the string!" Ylga demanded and rushed to hold the string too. I also rushed to hold the string neither. Troy, back in his mobile state, rushed towards the Gazelle, and may the gods know what happened. It was minutes passed when then string suddenly had stopped moving.

"He got the Gazelle, yes!" says Ylga optimistically. This is a sign that we got our first kill. She walked swiftly to help Troy carry the Gazelle, and I sat up and had a drink of water.

"Great shot Troy." I commended.

Me and Troy proceeded to hook and tie some ropes on the animal, whilst Ylga is preparing to light up a woodfire. It is too early for us to catch some meat, but atleast we have.

"Praise be Iltarr, may he give us more meat." Troy said whilst looking his head while holding upon his cup of water. Troy was such a religious man. From all the scouts we know of, he was the one to always preach the Eight Trinkets. That's also the reason why they are undeniably rich. The altars are connected to them and always gets a share from what the altars get.

"Yes... may he give us more." I said, looking to stare at the woodfire as it burns and crackles.

Eventually, after a couple preparations and conversations, we are off to walk back to the camp. I thought about the other hunting groups. I wonder if they caught their own. Besides, this meat is enough for one straight week to feed the fifty of us. I imagine all the meals to be broth or soups this winter, that'd be awful. I do wish the supplies would come earlier, I do miss to eat Brann. Ah... that savory, meat filled cake. For now, I... no, we, we got to survive and prepare. For the next winter.