[ Day three of the hunt and he's been hired by Ishtar Settlement to track a small group of marauders responsible for raiding their weekly water supply caravan. It's not the first time he's been called in to do this sort of thing and the Hunter knows that it won't be the last. Groups are good because they're slower to move and easier to track; they never bother with being subtle since they've got strength in numbers, and none of them ever really suspect people to send just one man after them to settle their debts. If it cam down to it, Hunter reasons, he'd rather have surprise over brute strength any day. Lucky for him, and for Ishtar Settlement, he has both.
What he doesn't have, however, is a bit of luck. The rain means whatever headway he's made is more or less lost as the rain churns the dry earth into mud, obliterating whatever tracks he had hoped to follow in the morning.
Echo Settlement exists in the remains of an outpost colony halfway between the ruins of Constantinople and Alexandria. The original plan had been to just pass through but the Hunter knows there's no use now, might as well stay the night. He stares at the rain moodily through the dirty window of what serves as the settlement's general store. ]
the hunter | SMALL SETTLEMENT IN THE WASTELAND | post-Event
What he doesn't have, however, is a bit of luck. The rain means whatever headway he's made is more or less lost as the rain churns the dry earth into mud, obliterating whatever tracks he had hoped to follow in the morning.
Echo Settlement exists in the remains of an outpost colony halfway between the ruins of Constantinople and Alexandria. The original plan had been to just pass through but the Hunter knows there's no use now, might as well stay the night. He stares at the rain moodily through the dirty window of what serves as the settlement's general store. ]
There goes that fuckin' plan.