>>5389539>>5389546>>5389564>>5389576>Think a little about the PRIMORDIAL SEA.>Ask about the BOLSHAYAN WILD BOAR LARD.>assume everything else will sort itself out.The PRIMORDIAL SEA–an apparently endless sea of green around the continent, an expanse of sun and grass that swells to unknown lengths beyond the known world. The chapel lies close to the border between the sea and civilization.
The science journals in the capital say it was once the basin for a vast ocean from which all life once crept that has since run dry. The folk tales call it the true wilderness, the domain of the wild gods and beasts. But regardless of its nature, man, monster, and demon alike have taken to conquer it as towns and caravans sprout up about it like weeds.
You can make out a thicket of trees and clumps of wet ground ahead of the window, a hazy blight on the green sea–the vast PONIZOVJE FOREST, a jungle-like woodland swamp not far from the chapel’s original location. You’ve come here once or twice before to pluck herbs, but’ve never seen it from this perspective. It’s far more large than you’d taken it for.
“At least the ingredients don’t sound too difficult to get, my lady.” You glance back to the witch who fiddles with something in her closet. “We just need to pray to a god, cut through some old dungeon, fetch a bottle in the city, and hunt a boar. No extinct species this time!”
“Yes. Very easy.” Your master pulls back from her closet with a length of steel and stock in her hands, the nozzle at the end near the size of your head. “Are you comfortable with firing a gun?”
“U-uh.. what?” You sweat. “Is that for the boar, master? Are we not using magic?”
“You wouldn’t salt meat before you toss it in a stew, would you? It’ll lessen your control of the end product. The same as a potion–magic will taint the fat and reduce your control of the brew. Especially a Bolshayan. We shouldn’t even use magic near it, really.” Sigrid extends the blunderbuss to you. “Is something wrong?”
“Well, I haven’t actually fired a gun before.” You eye up the rifle.
“Just point and shoot. Consider yourself lucky. The Paneirans hunt Bolshayan boars with spears, you know.” She remarks. “Or would you prefer to hunt like them?”
>Take the gun.>Ask for a spear.>Maybe you’ll just watch the hunt this time.>Write-In. 