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Monster Hunted - Page 4 - No Love for Ludroth - By Cerulesta - Overview
Her mind made up, Adelle deftly snapped the labeled note from where a stout silver pin plastered it to the board amongst its brethren, the paper crackling crisply between her pale fingertips. This quest sounded easy enough. Though she'd had experience fighting large and powerful monsters in the past, she couldn't say she was terribly eager to face them straight off the bat due to the new and deeply unsettling news regarding their... behavior toward prospective hunters. It would be wiser to warm up with some small fry in preparation for the real fights to come.

A coy smile playing on her lips, the young hunter proffered up the quest engagement to the sandship captain perched at the dock; a simple nod was all the indication he gave her before gesturing for her to board. Adelle complied without hesitation, bracing her hands on the edge of the prow as apprehensive strategies for the slaughter to come.

It was only a matter of hours before the desert vessel ground to a halt near the ocean's sparkling azure edge, transferring Adelle to a diminutive sailboat tasked with carting her across a stretch of tumultuous water to the isolated isle of Moga, where her services were needed. Pack stuffed to the brim with precautionary supplies, she promptly scurried off towards the far beach that lay adjacent to the sole, rickety wave-bound village along on the island's edge. There, she would find her quarry with little trouble; Ludroths were infamous for their aggressive and territorial nature, a fact that the hunter was all-too familiar with.

She could hear their vicious growls long before the lush foliage parted and gave way to the sifted ivory sand kissing the ocean's constant waves. The beasts were loathe to human company-- or any company, really, other than that of their own kind and those placid creatures unfortunate enough to be their usual prey. Her switch-axe clattered as she slung it up into her firm grip from its usual place at her back, its wicked blade poised and ready as a trio of the lanky, yellow-green leviathans crawled out from the pristine depths, teeth bared defensively. If Adelle didn't strike first, they certainly would.
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