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Lord Punz of House Valorant wasn’t exactly the favored heir of the crown.
The third child to some offshoot human noble house. Sure, Valorant had its own kind of pride, but it’s not like humans were a high-demand or even common demographic, at least as far as hominid races went.
Lacking the animal magics of elfin, blood lacking the prized constitution of testificates that let them even conquer rot, given time and treatment. Humans are bony, sweaty, anatomically unwieldy creatures- compared to the natural advantages of so many other races, one might even think they were unfit for survival.
The problem is that the humans never really caught on to the fact that they’re supposed to die out. So while they might not exactly be common on any server other than Earth, they can be found almost everywhere, adapting to anything, stubbornly refusing to die.
Punz is only human, and that is how they can be the Royal Huntsman, the one trusted by the crown to find or kill every target given. They aren’t the fastest or the strongest, but they are the most stubborn, and they will never, ever stop hunting.
If they really had to think about it, maybe that’s why the Prophet has always liked them so much.
He’s certainly trusting them enough to use their hunting lodge near the forests of Lore as an improvised military base.
Sapnap breaks the silence from under a pile of Punz’ hunting dogs. “So, uh… what are we waiting around for, exactly?”
Lagos opens his comm. “Confirmation that everything’s ready. We’ve got one shot not to screw this up, you know.”
Sapnap twirls his fingers in the air. “We shoot at ‘em until they retreat to their ‘secret’ bunker, and then we cut ‘em down while they’re trapped. Easy shit.”
George hums skeptically. “I don’t trust Eret, you know. Just going to put that on record.”
“Eret has always wanted what is best for the server,” Lagos insists. “And the trap is sound. I’ve checked it myself. Besides, he knows better than to lie to me.”
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rabbit_season: are you ready
The_Eret: Am I ever supposed to be ready for this?
rabbit_season: all you have to do is not get in the way. We’ll do the rest for you.
The_Eret: Don’t act like this is easy for me, Hunter.
rabbit_season: then don’t act like this is hard for you. you’re not the one making sacrifices here
The_Eret: These people are my friends. I’m not throwing this away lightly.
rabbit_season: then why throw it away at all?
The_Eret: L’manburg can’t win.
The_Eret: We both know that.
The_Eret: Better my hand than yours.
rabbit_season: whatever helps you sleep at night, King Eret. your crown will be waiting for you by day’s end either way.