Continuing his travels to put some distance between himself and the Phoenix Mountains, his last stop in the Beanstalk village had been a rather eventful one, though that was how things seemed to always turn out when he got himself involved. Whether it was simply because people started feeling anxious when he popped up and had to somehow prove themselves, it almost always turned out as something that just ended up drawing attention to him. As such, he had already become known to the people of certain portions of Fiore as the "Pale Demon", the "White Flame" or the "Black Swordsman". There were all names that made him sound like someone to be feared, which was not something he altogether loathed about it. At least with a moniker like that, people would know better than to start trouble when he was around, thus saving him the hassle of having to intervene and get his hands dirty. With the village in sight, he continued along at a steady pace, figuring he'd get there soon enough without having to move any faster than he did right now.
The Hunting village, which had aptly yet uninspiredly been called that because of all of the hunters and gatherers that made it their home, was one of the few places Solmar actually frequented. Here, the people only knew him as a fellow hunter, which was not something he had any problems with. In the past, he had been here for a very long time, learning more about how to hunt and utilize traps in ways that did not damage the pelts. Given how he ate the meat and used the pelts for clothing or just to sell them to someone who knew how to fashion clothes out of them, it was thanks to this that his thick fur coat was made out of a grizzly he had slain with his bare hands. Back when his magic was still developing, all he really had to rely on were his gladius, as well as his physical prowess and wit to kill such enemies with. These days though, he had plenty of tools that made foes such as bears not even worth actually calling a threat. When he had last been here, he had taken a bunch of pelts with him, though that was not the case this time.
A while ago, he had taken on a job posted at the Beanstalk village's notice board regarding people who went from there to Cedar or Hosenka using the main road leading through Sakuramori. Since people were starting to go missing rather frequently, he had been asked to investigate, finding that a risen dire wolf had been the cause of it. After killing it, again, he had started tracking it back to where it came from, finding that it had been brought back by a Necromancer that used it to kill and bring back bodies for him to tinker and experiment with. After dispatching the one responsible for this with another mage called Amalie of the Rune Knights, he had returned to the Beanstalk village in order to share the news. Unexpectedly, many of the people had scolded him for returning with this kind of news as they'd rather live on believing that their loved one might still come back some time. Though most of the people were happy to know that the body had been returned to the earth and the man responsible had been taken care, it were the people that scolded him that stuck with him in mind.
Knowing from the notices posted on the board that people had gone missing in Sakuramori from the Hunting village as well, he had come back there this time to spread the word and let the people know that the missing folk would not be coming back home. Dreading the thought of him getting scolded again just like last time, he had hope that the people from this place were more down to earth. What with many of them getting injured at times or even killed when taking on something larger and more powerful than themselves, he believed that the Hunting village's inhabitants were at the very least more used to the concept of death. Still, part of him felt like he could use a drink before going to the ealdorman and sharing the bad news with the rest of town. Continuing his stride, he figured he'd get to the village in roughly ten more minutes, meaning he'd need to wake up Fellis soon, who was still sleeping inside the hood of his large coat. For the time being at least, he would just keep following the rocky road, making sure not to stray too far from it as the Monsterlands were not far away, and any unweary traveler might get snagged by something dangerous.
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The Hunting village, which had aptly yet uninspiredly been called that because of all of the hunters and gatherers that made it their home, was one of the few places Solmar actually frequented. Here, the people only knew him as a fellow hunter, which was not something he had any problems with. In the past, he had been here for a very long time, learning more about how to hunt and utilize traps in ways that did not damage the pelts. Given how he ate the meat and used the pelts for clothing or just to sell them to someone who knew how to fashion clothes out of them, it was thanks to this that his thick fur coat was made out of a grizzly he had slain with his bare hands. Back when his magic was still developing, all he really had to rely on were his gladius, as well as his physical prowess and wit to kill such enemies with. These days though, he had plenty of tools that made foes such as bears not even worth actually calling a threat. When he had last been here, he had taken a bunch of pelts with him, though that was not the case this time.
A while ago, he had taken on a job posted at the Beanstalk village's notice board regarding people who went from there to Cedar or Hosenka using the main road leading through Sakuramori. Since people were starting to go missing rather frequently, he had been asked to investigate, finding that a risen dire wolf had been the cause of it. After killing it, again, he had started tracking it back to where it came from, finding that it had been brought back by a Necromancer that used it to kill and bring back bodies for him to tinker and experiment with. After dispatching the one responsible for this with another mage called Amalie of the Rune Knights, he had returned to the Beanstalk village in order to share the news. Unexpectedly, many of the people had scolded him for returning with this kind of news as they'd rather live on believing that their loved one might still come back some time. Though most of the people were happy to know that the body had been returned to the earth and the man responsible had been taken care, it were the people that scolded him that stuck with him in mind.
Knowing from the notices posted on the board that people had gone missing in Sakuramori from the Hunting village as well, he had come back there this time to spread the word and let the people know that the missing folk would not be coming back home. Dreading the thought of him getting scolded again just like last time, he had hope that the people from this place were more down to earth. What with many of them getting injured at times or even killed when taking on something larger and more powerful than themselves, he believed that the Hunting village's inhabitants were at the very least more used to the concept of death. Still, part of him felt like he could use a drink before going to the ealdorman and sharing the bad news with the rest of town. Continuing his stride, he figured he'd get to the village in roughly ten more minutes, meaning he'd need to wake up Fellis soon, who was still sleeping inside the hood of his large coat. For the time being at least, he would just keep following the rocky road, making sure not to stray too far from it as the Monsterlands were not far away, and any unweary traveler might get snagged by something dangerous.
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