A Stroll Through the Shadowlands (Open)

[Nicair Claden]

The forest was quiet tonight, nothing moved, nothing dared make a sound. All but the lone Mandalorian even dared to breath in this bloody night. For the blood moon hung high in the sky of Kashyyyk, though, one couldn't see it from the floor, but what light did break through made the forest appear all the more sinister. It had been a week or two since Nicair had spoken to anyone last, he didn't miss it by any means but it was nice to not need to talk to oneself all the time, not that it was even wise to make the extra noise, so he did it in his head. Though the Shadowlands were a vicious place it was one of the last true places in the galaxy that nature had truly taken over, save for the occasion slaver.

Risky that it was, Nicair couldn't help but be curious as to what hushed the forest. What creature? What monster could do such a thing in the place that darkness thrives? It was a fascinating thought to say the least. He couldn't help remember something a Trandoshan in the fight pits had said about their deity, this "Scorekeeper". Though he had never formally worship such a thing, he liked to think that when he finds this creature he would accrue a large number of these points, an interesting notion. Maybe he finds a few slavers, take theirs, he half grinned to himself at the thought.

The footprints didn't jump out at him, he had been looking for them, tracking them. A group of what he assumed were slavers was being chased by something, something big. He strode forward, oh how he loved the hunt.

 

[Nicair Claden]

He followed the tracks a short distance, not wanting to put too much unmapped distance between himself and a local Wookiee village of Ryyshak. His HUD's map updated the territory as he moved along but still, one couldn't be too careful down here. The massive tracks continued south-west of his position, his knowledge of the local wildlife told him the prints belonged to a truly large minstyngar. It was then that he returned to a standing position from his usual crouch, his knees popped from the experience, the curse of having long legs. He then decided he would return to the hunting lodge in Ryyshak and recruit others for the task of bringing it down, because they were there for the same reason as he, the thrill of a dangerous creature hunt.

The trek back wasn't overly eventful, the local wildlife kept its distance, either that or they didn't see him with his paint scheme and more savage looking armor style. He noted to himself that he quite liked it and considered using it for outside purposes, it had a certain, primal look to it that he rather enjoyed, a return to the animal instinct in humans. He walked slightly off to the side of the tracks, not wanting to step on them and spoil the prints. No matter how much he'd like to think he was moving quietly and blended in with the surroundings he knew that there were creatures eyeing his trek, no doubt things that would rather tear him to pieces but such was a place he loved to be in, whether that was from the thrill or his mind he didn't know, probably both.

He reached the elevator to take him up to Ryyshak after maybe half an hour of walking. The Wookiee there, Rrull, gave a small greeting and started the elevator once Nicair had stepped inside, the ascent took a few minutes as the elevator moved up the giant wroshyr tree the wookiees lived in. Once he had reached the top he walked through the tree village and found the local hunting lodge, it was a quaint place, a fire roaring in the center, full of laughter, drink, and good stories. Nicair opened the door and stepped inside.

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[Chrashk]

He looked around for his friend for but a moment, too long and the forest floor would pounce upon him with all sorts of horrors. The wookiee followed Nicair's footprints for a short while until it appeared that he turned around to go back to Ryyshak. He didn't blame the Mandalorian for his tracks, if anything he was fairly light footed for a man his size in armor as heavy as his, he didn't blame him for going back either. Either way Chrashk was saddened by his friend's departure, it got lonely on the forest floor for a madclaw. He knew Nicair would be back, he always made sure he told him when he wouldn't be, he knew by another reason as well, this was big game he was tracking, the Mandalorian simply couldn't resist. Chrashk didn't feel like using his stealth field generator, it wasn't really required at the moment, he was in his own turf, the forest knew this was his home, he had spent many years making it so.

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[Nicair Claden]

The man walked up to the lodgemaster, he sold various items that a hunter would find important.

"I need more spears for my coilgun." Due to the size of the Mandalorian's gun it took a special kind of ammunition, something that was relatively hard to find. The lodgemaster nodded, Nicair was what could be called a frequent flier there, the man knew what he needed and always made sure he had an ample supply of spears for him. The transfer was fast and smooth and before a drop of a hat Nicair was moving towards the door.

"You going after the local terentatek? Be careful friend, the bull's killed many." The Mandalorian stopped for just a moment to acknowledge the words. He turned his head to the side and gave a small nod so the others could see. The information wasn't really new to him, he knew what dangers walked in the shadows of Kashyyyk. The man turned back to the door and walked towards the elevator.

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