[Open and laaaaaaaaaaaaate]
Method: Action/Prose
Who: Haken Browning and whoever comes across this late person
Where: Poring Island, Forest
When: February 1st.
What: Trying to gather quest items.
Ever since his arrival on the Sleipnir, Haken Browning had been felt like something was off with his body. He figured he must be sick, so he just laid in bed and rested as much as he could. Unfortunately though, that feeling hadn't passed, and Haken was fed up of just laying about. Thus, Haken decided to do some exploring of Poring Island while they were still there. He had managed to notice the quest board on his way out and as all bounty hunters worth their salt would do and inwardly accepted the mission.
It had been a few hours since then, and Haken hadn't much luck with the sentient jellies. The weakened feeling in his body had made using his guns impossible and so he had to practically punch the first one to death. He did however find at least a cheap dagger that he could possibly use for now among a couple of silver squishy things. He pocketed the two silver items and took the dagger in hand. "I reckon this might be more effective than my fists." he mused as he sat down by a tree to rest a little bit to read the cards that had been given to him as he left the ship.
Who: Haken Browning and whoever comes across this late person
Where: Poring Island, Forest
When: February 1st.
What: Trying to gather quest items.
Ever since his arrival on the Sleipnir, Haken Browning had been felt like something was off with his body. He figured he must be sick, so he just laid in bed and rested as much as he could. Unfortunately though, that feeling hadn't passed, and Haken was fed up of just laying about. Thus, Haken decided to do some exploring of Poring Island while they were still there. He had managed to notice the quest board on his way out and as all bounty hunters worth their salt would do and inwardly accepted the mission.
It had been a few hours since then, and Haken hadn't much luck with the sentient jellies. The weakened feeling in his body had made using his guns impossible and so he had to practically punch the first one to death. He did however find at least a cheap dagger that he could possibly use for now among a couple of silver squishy things. He pocketed the two silver items and took the dagger in hand. "I reckon this might be more effective than my fists." he mused as he sat down by a tree to rest a little bit to read the cards that had been given to him as he left the ship.