Survival Quest

>>1119752
>>Try to aid her the best you can with what you have, then hoist her up onto your back and make a run for the village.

>>1119752
Try to aid her, stop the bloodloss so we can take her back to the village.

Talk to her so she can calm down

>>1119777
Supporting this. Just stop the bleeding, then haul ass home. If we can, see what happened

Shaking your head, you dispel any notion of leaving without this woman. You trudge over to her, every trembling step filling you with more stress- this woman's life is in your hands. You steel your nerves the best you can but you've never done much more than bandage a small cut, you certainly don't have enough to take care of a wound this severe- don't have any alcohol either. You remember in your youth, your father would bring alcohol on his hunting trips when he'd bring you and your brother. It burned so badly you found yourself never wanting another drop; if only the same could be said for your bullheaded brother- though you sure wish you had some right now.

The woman looks up at you, eyes glazed over and struggling to stay open as you take a knee, resting your backpack on the ground beside her. In between groans of blistering agony, it seems like she's trying to say something to you, obviously reeling you try to think of something that'd calm her down.

"You're going to be okay, I'll patch you up and have you out of here in no time."

Thinking as quick as you can, you take off your fur coat and the flax shirt underneath. A tinge of guilt strikes you as you rip apart your shirt, it was one of your good ones- but the situation demands it. You try to move her scarlet arms away from her belly- she moans and tries to push you away, she has no more strength left and her fingernails are broken, she must've dragged herself to this tree when she could no longer walk. Fearing further exertion, you try to calm her down the best you can with a couple 'easy now', almost as if she were a worked up horse. She gives and her arms fall lifelessly to the snow. The sight of the gouges in her stomach gives you pause, you've never seen anything like this- can she truly survive wounds like this?

You shake aside your doubts, your nervousness. Using the strips from your shirt, you hastily wrap them around her abdomen tight as you can, she cries out but you don't ease up.

After tying up the dressing neat as you can with shaking fingers. You let her know what you're about to do and ask her to brace herself. Gently as you can, you hoist her up onto your back, you thank the heavens she's so light. You wrap the coat around her and fasten the sleeves around your neck to keep it, and her a bit more secure.

You run as fast as you're able back down the blood path without the motion causing her wound to worsen. She attempts to whisper something in your ear,

"B.....bea......" the words just won't come out, her voice is frail and wrought with pain.

Roll 1d20.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1119905
is it high or low?

Rolled 16 (1d20)

Well fuck. What are we armed with? Don't suppose we have a spear on us.

>>1119910

we di caprio now

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>>1119907
High.

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>>1119910
You are armed with a sizable knife and a bow which is sheathed. You don't currently have a spear at the ready.....

>>1119937
>1d4+2
Sorry lady. We tried.

>>1119937
welp, I hope thats enough to see wats coming

A feeling of cold terror washes over you, stopping you dead in your tracks- it takes most of the strength that hasn't sunk to your boots to keep you from toppling over. Your mind completes the woman's warning the moment you see them.

Bear

The tracks are fresh, you're just glad you noticed them before you kept barreling through the woods. If the bear itself were closer, you'd imagine you'd be running for your life, well, yours and whatever life remaining to the poor woman that came across a bear in the woods. Part of you wants to throw out the notion that there's a bear scampering about even when you see the tracks yourself, bears ought to be hibernating this time of year- something's very strange.

You feel something warm dripping down your exposed back, it reminds you of the urgency- but can you really abandon caution?

What do you do?
>Continue running, it's the best bet of this woman's survival.
>Walk as fast as you can, making as little noise as you can, and pray you make it to the village in time.
>Put down the woman and hunt the bea- yeah, no.
>Put down the woman, yell and- what the hell are you thinking?
>Write-in

>>1119986
>>Continue running, it's the best bet of this woman's survival.

be brave son, let's hope for the best

>>1119991
Supporting

>>1119991
>>1120015

You'd better survive lady, I didn't ruin my good shirt for nothing!

idk hunting the bear looks pretty good.

>>1120054

how many arrows do you think we would have to pin him with before he drops dead? I don't think we have the means to do it and the girl will probablt bleed to death if we not hurry

>>1119986
Continue running. Try to avoid the path the bear took

>>1119986

c'mon op, continue running, I'm curious

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Your head is swimming, the ragged breathing of the woman on your back make it all too clear what you have to do.

You head off again as fast and as carefully as your legs can allow, taking care to veer away from the course the bear set off on. Panic setting in, you pick up the pace and try your hardest to only think of the moment you get to the village, being able to rest your legs, wash the blood out of your clothes and take a nice bath come to mind.

Thoughts of fighting the bear cross your mind, it may just come to that, though you hope it doesn't. Searching for it would be suicide, you've heard stories of men going into the woods alone with only a spear and coming back with a bear hide and enough meat to feed an entire village. You aren't the sort of man people would tell stories about, well, maybe after this they would, but you aren't trying to save this woman for fame, and you're certainly not about to hunt the bear for a chance at glory. If you tried, and even if you succeeded, this woman doesn't have much time.

The woods are looking more familiar now- but you faintly hear something off in the distance ahead, through the duet of desperate gasps of air it's hard to tell but it sounds like a river. The very river that runs into your village if you had to guess- you knew you were close! If you followed that downstream it wouldn't be long until you reached home, a safe haven where you can leave this nightmare behind you.

Follow the river?
Y/N

>>1120214
>Y

>>1120214
Y

>>1120214
>N

That's where the Bear's gonna be.

>>1120279

I was thinking the same thing but can we find our way
>>1120219
here,

can we follow the river from a distance?

>>1120214
Only follow the river if the village is ON (as in, no more than 20 paces from) the bank.

>>1120214
N

>>1120214
Y

>>1120214
Y, but follow from a safe distance. Bears like rivers.

is ded?

>>1120946

please no

>>1120978
Don't worry what is happening is that they are ether thinking of what to type next or are away doing whatever it is they do.

>>1120214
Is the village on the other side of the river? maybe we can cross.

bears probably on the same side as the one the women git mauled on....

>Y
Follow at a distance.

>>1121193
This

>>1119937
>manlet

Oh great wizard come back to your thread or we shall have to complain as we do about everything.

Sonnets of rushing water grow more pronounced as your mind clears, panic washing away with every step in the river's direction.

The high fades as a thought dawns on you, that bear may be lurking by that very same river- looking for the fish that feeds your village. You slow your pace as you approach, the woman's shaking growing ever more pronounced. You just realized you don't believe you've ever seen this woman around your village, she must be from one of the neighbors them. Poor lass...it's a miracle she's hung on this long, most don't walk away from a bear mauling. You only pray she can hold on just a bit longer, she's so light you expect she doesn't eat very much- all the more surprising that she's so strong.

You catch a sight of the river in the distance, stopping before the clearing you sneak behind a large oak to scope out the situation. Catching your breath as it comes out in large puffs in the frigid air.

Heart caught halfway in your throat as your lungs forget how to breathe, you see it. Almost unsure at what it was at first, it's unmistakable bestial, a goliath of black and red fur and....horns, great big horns growing out of its skull.

The sight is alarming but fills you with a certain curiosity. You've never heard of a bear with horns. Any other time you'd stay put and observe such a marvel, but right now you're shaking in your boots, you know what direction the river is running, so you could sneak home- but the scent of blood....you may not have any other option. It's fight or flight, and neither is all that preferable.

What do you do?
>Put down the girl, unsheath bow, knock arrow and take aim [specify where]
Roll 2d20 for initiative and aim and then 1d8
>Sneak back to the village
Roll 1d20

Terribly sorry for the delay, I got caught up in some pretty dumb personal business, I should have checked in with all of you. I'm pleased to know people are enjoying this tale so far, and that folks want it to continue- after all, we're just getting to the good bits.

>>1121882
In our village, 5'7" is actually on the tall end.

>>1125413
The hell? Are we dealing with a minotaur or something? I'd steer clear of that and roll out like an autobot.

>>1125413
>Sneak back to the village
Please based Vex'ahlia, hide us from this abomination that is not Trinket.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1125413
*high-pitched screaming*

>>1125491
Nuh-uh, you can't just delete your roll dawg.
That's a 1.

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>>1125491
>1

>>1125413
>>1125487
>>1125491
Welp, it looks like we fucked up while sneaking, should we roll for the inevitable battle? I don't think running away while carrying the woman is an option.

Or is this roll canceled since votes were still open? (Were they still open?)

>>1125550
Obvious answer is to sacrifice her.
While its eating her, it'll give us a chance to get away.

>>1125571
Well, it depends, if it wants food then it is fine, however, if it thinks we are a threat to it, that won't work very well. (If it is faster than us without carrying someone, and considering it probably is stronger than a normal bear, it is.)

And based on the fact it went to the river instead of hunting the woman, I don't believe it is hungry as much as it is angry because we are on its territory. (And if it is female then we are fucked, specially if it has cubs.)

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Whipped up something shabby to give everyone an idea of what we're dealing with.

Working on update now!

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The notion of taking on the bear by yourself is certain death, you're a lousy shot and the sun is setting. Now that you know which way the river is flowing you need to sneak on home. That's your only chance at getting you and this woman out of this mess in one piece.

You are a fair distance away, it's possible the bear won't even notice you if you keep your wits about you. It seems to be crossing the river, everything's fine. Everything's fine, your brain screams at you in protest, your body moves as if it were made of stone, the sight of the monstrosity overwhelms you and your eyes are glued to it. Afraid to take them off for a single moment.

Slowly trudging through the trees, you neglect to check your footing and find yourself snagged by the roots of a gnarled tree, in an instant you're blinded by the snow, which is so cold it burns your exposed body. Despite your strongest prayers, the woman moans in agony, the wounds she suffered no doubt feeling the brunt of that fall. You lie still, your terror-drunk mind is eerily silent.

You wait an eternity before you look up again, the snow falling from your hood as you shake it off. You're worst fear has been realized, the bear, as if possessed, sensing the fear is charging straight at you. You can't blink, within the silent nightmare unfolding in slow-motion, the only thing you can hear is the woman's tortured gasps in your ear, the burning cold subsides- the only thing you feel is anticipation for the end. Your fingers won't move for your dagger, you know there's no point. You seriously consider leaving the woman for dead and making a run for it, but you cannot move, you are frozen solid in your own grave.

The unthinkable happens, you see the fletching of an arrow dart past your eyes. The horns of an all too familiar brown buck bob up and down as it desperately vaults through the snow, you look back to the bear and it veers off towards it. You've never been so happy to see prey get away. You would never have thought that your terrible aim would save your life in your most desperate hour.

You feel certain that something is looking after you, you are not a lucky man- this is some kindly forest deity's intervention. Having taken a shining to you after all the years you've spent in this forest. Maybe that's a little much, but you feel so elated that you're still alive you could laugh, could sing- but your lungs are frozen, your breathing is stifled by the intense cold of the setting night.

Getting up slowly and readjusting the dying person who had you thinking you'd be joining her in death, you set off again towards the village, sprinting meekly through the woods.

.....

You don't think you've seen the last of that bear.

>>1125961

Ou boy, Let's hope we arrive on time

>>1125413
>In our village, 5'7" is actually on the tall end.

>he fell for the people used to be manlets meme

when will you learn thigh high

>>1126469
People being shorter was from having to starve on and off from low resources. It stunted folks growth not to mention that there are folks who do seem to just stop growing taller a little after 5 feet. There are plenty of factors that make his statement possible so don't ruin it for yourself m8.

Horned bears and damsels way past their distressed date, what could be next?

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Where is op? I'm stuck in suspense as to how things are gonna turn out and he has to really draw out his next post.