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[Dwarmin]

Veranus stalked along the trail, sometimes stopping to inspect an odd print on the ground, a broken branch...the beast had been running, until this moment, she saw. She had stopped at the very edge of this part of the forest.

He stopped here. Why? Maybe he saw something. She looked out from the bushes, and saw a group of about a dozen men and halfmen in a caravan, loosely organized, with whips and cudgels arrayed a half mile in front of her. They had apparently stopped by a stream to refill their water supplies...

One look at the carriages was enough to tell her there were no normal traders. These were heavy caged wagons, designed for carrying living cargo. Animals maybe...or people. Thankfully empty at the moment-and that was, in fact, the thing that saved all their lives.

She looked up into the sky. Rain, maybe? This lands weather was still strange to her-it seemed to barely rain at all, but when it did, it came down in a deluge. Even her tracking skills would be hard put to the test in a sea of mud. It would be a simple task to slay them, but she could not abandon the hunt...Gods help them if they ever ran into her on a day she was not preoccupied.

She turned away, and began following the tracks once more...the beast had been panicked before, but not his steps grew softer and less obviously telegraphed-not that it was hard to track an Ogre, anyway.

She slowed down and became more cautious herself. It had to rest eventually...or, it might have set up an ambush of it's own some where ahead. Only one way to find out...

...

Time passed. Veranus gave little thought to what drove her on this hunt, which frankly seemed of madness-her own reasons given, shallow excuses to sate her bloodlust. She felt an amount of shame at these thoughts. Was this all she was? A Tiger that only fed on the sick and weak? There was hardly any sport in slaying this beast, though her warriors heart hoped he would put up a fight, at least.

[The Fool]

"My family's axe. It was my favorite weapon while I was on patrol around the village."

((How big am I roughly?))

[Lillipad]

About the size of Luren, so a bit larger than a big rabbit.

"Not anymore. See that old stick that looks like it came from a dead tree? That stick's your new best friend. Now, think about something you couldn't cut with your axe."

[The Fool]

Ba looks out at the mountains in the distance, but just scoffs at the idea of cutting down the mountains with a mere stick. Seeing a nearby boulder he picks up the stick and goes to hit the rock.

[Lillipad]

    Ba mini
*Ba grabs the stick he hadn't seen before, then sees mountains appear in the distance. That's completely ridiculous, so he looks at a boulder he wasn't aware of either. The mountains vanish. Ba picks up the stick, and slams it onto the boulder. Predictably, nothing happens. The stick seems to have taken no damage though, so that's odd. A few more attempts yield the same result, and the cloaked figure is getting visibly more upset at Ba.
"Stop looking at the stick like it's some kind of stick, and use it like a weapon already! Ya hear?!"

[The Fool]

Ba grunts at the figure, takes a proper stance, and violently swings the stick down. "RRRRRRRAAAHHHHH!!!!" He felt a bit ridiculous being the size of a rabbit, swinging a stick at a boulder while shouting, but he rolled with it anyways.

[Lillipad]

    Ba mini
*Even with the ridiculous size gap between stick, boulder, and Ba, the stick falls down with the might of a god, leaving a crater on the ground the boulder apparently stood on. The stick begins to shift, and changes into a more lively form. It also grows a bit longer. The cloaked figure seems unimpressed, but welcoming of what little progress was made.
"Good, good. Now, switch to a more appropriate body, and start searching for things. When you're done with that, try sensing around for presences. Anything will do, just get it done fast."

[The Fool]

Ba tried to return to his original form just as he had become the miniature dragon. He tried imagining himself a bit bigger and stronger to see what the limits of his body were here. He tried to speak as he was changing form. "What am I searching for?"

[Lillipad]

"Nothing, just find whatever you find."

[The Fool]

Ba'gandi ritualistically began his search, stretching every bone in his now somewhat real body. This time he wanted to see if his senses improved. He gazed heavily at the far horizon looking for anything that he might be searching for. He sniffed at the air expecting to find an aromatic void within the spirit realm, but he still tried. All the while he was listening to every possible noise.

((I figured that I may as well try all the major senses since it's probably the point of the search.))

[Lillipad]

    Veranus mini
After hours of stalking, Veranus felt the hunt nearing an end. She stepped out into a clearing the beast might be using as a trap. The smell of charred corpses fills the air, and an extreme sense of danger pours down on the huntress. She stalks around the outline of the clearing, trying not to step too far in. The temperature was increasing. Trying to get a better view of the center leads Veranus to see her prey, already dead. Its corpse was still smoldering from what she could tell, so its slayer was most likely still close by.
    Ba mini
*Trying to test out his basic senses, Ba becomes more and more aware of the realm he's in. There are no signs of life, but he can feel the presence of too many to count surrounding him. Below is a sense of nothingness, assuming he's even looking below. His orientation twists and turns, and he eventually stops bothering trying to look for anything. The realm seems to twist and bend to the thoughts of the living and imminently doomed. There's only one scent in the soul realm. It seems to have an origin, but is being produced by everything, making pinpointing its location virtually impossible. The complete lack of anything hits Ba as a surprise. He was expecting something more grand. The cloaked figure growing impatient again, but maintaining his volume this time.
"You're not mortal right now, so stop yielding to the conventions of the real."

[The Fool]

Ba was starting to get annoyed with the cloaked figure. "I'm new to being dead. Could you give me a few hints instead of being so vague? I'm searching for something, but nothing in particular. To find an object I need to use my senses, which don't exist anymore. Even a small piece of advice would be nice."

[Lillipad]

"I'm only giving you hints to use knowledge and skills you already have, all you need to know is to stop holding onto your pretentious ideals of mortality. You're treating what you're finding like it matters, and it doesn't. Just find anything in this realm."

[Dwarmin]

Veranus surveyed the situation carefully...her first thought was, where was the animal that did this...and a second though, was it an animal? The body did not appear to have been chewed upon. Either it had run afoul of something worse, or perhaps the land itself was a trap.

Her mind shuffled through the list of creatures she knew breathed fire...in the jungles she had lived in, most dangerous creatures had used acidic attacks. She supposed it might be some sort of reptile, then. Just as likely, someone who was skilled in Fire Magic could have done so.

She had a strange thought, that maybe it was a True Dragon. Her heart began beating faster. It was the one beast she had never claimed, never tested herself against. Her people had always said that every Hunter had one beast that was fated to slay him or her, one day-and if you avoided it, or faced it bravely was up to you. Maybe the Dragon was hers.

She fought an overpowering urge to rush into the clearing and shout a challenge. If Death came for her, she would not invite it willingly.

Stay on the verge of the forest and observe for a few minutes.

[The Fool]

"...Anything? Anything at all?" Ba recalled that he saw mountains and a boulder when he was looking for something to cut down and began to clear his mind. Thinking of something simple he recalled the shape of an apple and focused intensely on the form in an attempt to bring it into reality.