popo stampede [quest; 2 player]

[The Guild]

Quest Name: Popo Stampede
Objective: Slay or stop a stampeding herd of twenty
Rank: Low
Type: Unguided
Location: Tundra
Zeni Reward: 150
Posting Order: S'vem Xingwall, Zoran III

[S'vem Xingwal]

“Please, will you just stop and wait for me!” the boy yelled through the roaring winds. The troubled one’s eyes were barely open due to the weather, but made out the floating flame. The brown orbs connected with the fire; they could see his soul. His soul. The soul of the melting child; the brother of S’vem. Then the red flame vanished, as if it dispersed into the hailing winds. Once the flame was out of the picture, the brunette’s eyes flickered to reality, absorbing his surroundings. In the middle of nowhere, with his boots implanted in a thick layer of snow, S’vem’s body took notice of how cold he was. Whole body shivering, the twenty three year old withdrew a hot drink, uncapped the bottle and put the end to his lips. At first, the cold temperature froze the glass to the boy’s mouth, but it unfroze quickly as the warm liquid ran over it.

Cheeks becoming less rosy, the man felt around his back for his switch axe, making sure it hadn’t fell off. Sighing of relief that it was there, S’vem darted his eyes to the left and the right, trying to remember why he was there. Wasn’t it to collect a couple of herbs, but then he saw the fire? Maybe, but the forgetful brunette couldn’t guarantee that was the case. Since he was drinking liquids, it was probably best to drink a mega demon drug in case a predator were to attack him; therefore, he did so. Cautiously, the man started trailing off east as it seemed like a good idea in his gut. At the moment, S’vem wasn’t sure where he was, but somewhere amongst the large Tundra.

With every step, it seemed as if his feet were sinking deeper into the snow. If it were to get worse, S’vem would have to turn around as he didn’t feel like trudging through that much snow. Suddenly the snow started to vibrate, raising the brunette’s eyebrow in confusion. Turning his head one hundred and eighty degrees, the man noticed multiple semi large silhouettes from the distance that became larger as he waited. As the sound of tooting horns blew past his ears, the hunter realized that it was a herd of popo. A huge herd; not to forget to mention. Was that his previous objective? To stop such? Warren always told S’vem to head east to get back to the tiny village that was practically the hunter’s checkpoint when up in the Tundra. By the looks of it, the herd of popo didn’t seem to be stopping anytime and soon and had the capability to thrash the village if they were to charge through it.

Regardless if it was his mission or not, it seemed logical to intervene. Therefore, the hunter scrambled towards the side of the snowy valley, grabbing onto a ledge of ice and pulling himself up. Slipping a little bit as he tried to stand up, the brunette looked across the valley as he withdrew a large net Another sillouhette? This time; the figure was much smaller and the body had a more distinguished shape. A fellow hunter? “Hey! S’vem shouted as he waved with one hand, net in the other. If the figure wasn’t an illusion, there was some doubt in the troubled one’s mind that the fellow hunter would be able to make out the man’s words as the winds were roaring like a brute tigrex.

[Zoran]

Zoran looked out and saw a man waving his arms around. To this she had no idea he was another hunter and just rolled her eyes and continued with what she was doing. She hurried down the hill after the stampede, trying to throw her torch around to guide the herd towards a cliff where they might fall off or stop. Anything was better than their current path

When this didn't seem to be working she began firing shots from her parasol bowgun into the snow, scaring some of the beasts, but ultimately doing nothing. It was then that she got swiped in the back by a pop tusk from one of the ones that were lagging behind. This put her in a bad position, with more of the herd coming from behind her, she was somewhat stuck in the snow from the blow.