to: everyone

[righteously]

Alright, here's the deal.

Turns out there's a solid handful of summoned here in the hunting business, and I don't mean local game. If chasing down monsters or demons or whatever is in your wheelhouse, this message is for you.

I have a bar in the Horizon. Harvelle's Roadhouse. Sign's lit up, door's open, you can't miss it. We're thinking maybe getting together in one place might do everybody some good. Swap some stories, share some tips, talk about what you've seen here, what you know about putting it down, that kinda thing. Might be nice to have a place to keep tabs on everything.

Also, maybe doing a little drinking and knife throwing, if that floats your goat.

Just so we're clear, this is not an invitation or encouragement for every rookie with a sword and an ego to get inspired about a new career path. If this ain't your area, if you haven't done it before, stay at home. You will die, and nobody here wants to go on a corpse rescue mission.

( There's a mingle post for anybody who wants to swing by, whether they're a hunter or just curious! The Roadhouse is open for anyone to use.

Threadjacking in this post is cool with me. )

Comments

anonymous

[endcaller]

How barbaric!

What have those poor monsters and demons ever done to you?

[righteously]

Oh, not much
Mostly just all the attacks, the torture, the murder, slaughtering innocents, eating babies, tax fraud
But maybe I'm overreacting

[endcaller]

Who among us hasn't done those things?

Except tax fraud. Unforgivable, that.

[righteously]

How about the baby eating? Pop your cherry on that one yet?

[endcaller]

Now, you did not specify what sort of baby.

[ofthesword]

Don't take devil's advocate so fucking literally, buddy.

[ofthesword]

Hell yeah. Dying for some demonstrations, seeing as Solvunn's practically a demon desert. Leaves a guy bored out of his mind.

[As much as he's enjoyed walking into the forest to walking tree stumps, they're, uh. Not real fun.]

Count me in.

[endcaller]

You all speak so critically of monsters but did you know they can be good company?

[righteously]

The monsters you can have a beer with aren't the kind of monsters we're hunting here, pal.

[righteously]

Demon desert as in the demons are cactuses, or demon desert as in it's a total drought and everything's just peace naps and dirt farming?

[ofthesword]

The second one. Though there's some walking tree stumps with assholes, if you're into those.

[He will definitely not question if he's into those.]

[ofthesword]

You know, I'm getting the feeling even monsters aren't gonna wanna pal around with you.

[righteously]

Yeah, think I'll pass on the sexually transmitted Ent splinters. That wood's all yours.

[endcaller]

Naturally, you are hunting the kind that commits tax fraud. I would never associate with that sort.

[endcaller]

Such animosity!

Have I said something wrong?

[ofthesword]

Yawn. Try harder. Or don't.

[endcaller]

At what?

I feel you are accusing me of something when I've been nothing but polite.

[ofthesword]

Too bad. You can bet your ass I'm bringing some to spread the glory.

[Sometimes he really wishes he'd stayed outta the forest.]

[ofthesword]

We got real different definitions of "polite."

[itookashot]

Okay but how about expert knife-throwing, gun-toting mercenaries who want to have a good time.

[gynvael]

[ A rare appearance from Geralt. But he knows the boy so. Not that he's grown fond or anything. ]

Bring a magic trick.

[itookashot]

[ Blessed with a Geralt reply, Jesper's pleased! ]

I have many at my disposal!

[gynvael]

[ No further answer will come, but Jesper will find an unspoken invitation withstanding.

Stay out of trouble, though, or dad's sending you to bed. ]

[endcaller]

Where in this conversation have I been rude?

[righteously]

If I catch you starting a fire that way, we're hosing you down.