~Site Plot~

[The Guild]

On this world, Monstruosis, we hunt monsters. Some hunts are for game; some hunts are for protecting the common good. If we don’t, with the way they reproduce, this whole planet would be over run by the most terrifying creatures. Maybe that doesn’t completely justify our hobby, but here, we’ve learn to accept that we, humans, are the runt of the litter of the land. This is our way of standing up and establishing us a threat amongst many other threats.

Our expansion as the human race has been huge, but we still have much to learn about this planet. Our map only goes so far as we imagine this world to be able to fit on a page. I mean, it most likely fits on a really big page, as of course, this planet is a giant map. Those idiots who’ve hypothesized that Monstruosis is, more or less, a sphere should be locked up somewhere. We just haven’t painted the whole image out yet.

On a technological level, our technology is great. We have ships to sail on sand, swords that transform into axes, and paint balls that track monsters. Enough said; but I still find it crazy that we haven’t figured out a cleaner way to shit other than in a hole. I suppose on a monster-eat-monster world, technological advancement for such is farther down on the list of the priorities than I’d expect. We have great medical care; a lot of herbal nuts that have figured out amazing combinations for us hunters. Who knew that herbs and blue mushrooms, with a little honey, chopped thoroughly and mixed with water, would have the power to heal the pain of a broken leg? We even have a remedy that gives weaklings like me, with little meat on my bones, the strength to lift a massive hammer. It’s insane on how the wonders of Monstruosis work.

Ever since we’ve adapted to the hunting life, a guild was created to protect the known human residents of the world… The Guild; most bad ass name ever, right? It’s lead by a man named “Warren”; probably the greatest guy I’ve ever met. He finds people like me and gives us purpose. I don’t know where I’d be now without him. I don’t know where us, hunters, would be without him. We’ve done a great job at protecting this world; we’ve slain the biggest monster ever recorded… The Akantor. Granted, there is some debate on whether a Uklanos is larger than an Akantor, but I feel as if the Akantor is slightly larger. I don’t know; to each, it’s own.

We’ve slain thousands of monsters, but rumor has it, we haven’t seen the worst of it. There are these hunters that have spoke of encountering this majestic creature, born from lightning. I’ve heard that it resembles a kelbi, but not at all at the same time. Another one has even reported seeing this bizarrely humongous creature amongst the sands, and there has been others to back her up before the Guild labeled the reporter as crazy. We’ve classified these creatures as elder dragons. There have been way too many sightings to disregard them and call it a bunch of crazy talk.

I’ve never seen one, but I’m anticipating it.

The young brunette rest his feather and ink down, packing up his journal and inserted it into his satchel. Before zipping it up, the hunter withdrew a jar full of white fluid. Popping off the cap, the teenager guzzled it down as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. Feeling refreshed and at room temperature within seconds, the skinny teen put his stuff away and hid it behind a nearby volcanic rock. A roar was heard, the source seeming to be not too far from the boy. It had worked; the pitfall trap he had set up earlier. Wearing the armor of the great monster, Lagombi, the hunter trotted down the ridged surface towards the source of the sound. Landing on his feet, the hunter’s eyes immediately focused on the trap he had set earlier, only to widen. It was gone. The monster he was hunting, an obnoxious Congolala, had disappeared, leaving a wide hole in the volcanic surface.

“It must have fell through,” the hunter thought to himself. There was only one way to pursue it at that point; jumping through. Once done, the winds of his descent embraced the hunter for a brief moment right before he made impact with a soft belly. The hunter noticed the pink color scheme immediately, picking up on the fact that the Congolala had died after the fall. Or it had seemed.

It was very dark; very warm. It would’ve been extremely hot if it weren’t for the hunter’s cool drink he had swallowed earlier. Suddenly, a great whiff of air sent the hunter, whom was repositioning himself onto the ground, flying. What followed was a snore, the loudest he had ever heard, except twas a monstrous one. Looking at the source, the brunette’s eyes widened. It was huge. In a deep slumber, a giant being laid. The head of the being was at least five times as big as the boy. The hunter had heard of the-

Blood ran down the hunter’s neck instantly after it was slit open. What stood behind the dying teenager was an armored black figure with a hunting knife in hand.

“Lao Shan Lung… The Old Mountain Dragon… The sleeping unknown, where the hearings of your slumber groans had been passed down for generations. Finally, you have a face,” a deep and dark malfested tone spoke from beneath the helmet. Walking towards the elder dragon’s snoozing head, the man sharpened his knife with a piece of cosmicite ore. Once facing head on with the giant, the armored figure sawed off a scale from the monstrousity. “Remember me, dragon. Remember that it was I, a human, who intruded your rest and broke off his trophy. Walk and destroy us, who have assaulted you in your sleep; rise.” With that, the white piercing eyes of the dragon opened wide.