Egfor walked side by side with a couple of other hunters, boar spears in hand. Egfor wiped the sweat from his brow, his hair tied back in a tight ponytail today to keep the hair from his neck and face. He paid little mind to the other men chattering about their wives and kids, his attention solely on his dogs. He brought four of them with him on today's hunt, the four dogs he knew could handle boar.
Bree was experiencing a heavy drought. Egfor hadn't seen a drought this bad in many years. Just his luck that this happened during his first year farming in Bree.
Errant sparks from fireworks started a wildfire that desecrated some of Dem's fields and some other farmers. They worked tirelessly in the night to contain and put out the fire. Egfor had ceased baking altogether with the rise in price of grain and shortages. He was looking into making bread from other things such as potatoes. Nimraph generously donated a large portion of his wealth to Dem to help others in need.
Now the mayor was calling for a cull on bears and boars after hunger made them turn on and attack humans out of desperation and hunger. Egfor perked up as the dogs caught a scent and took off. He shouts towards his fellow hunters and the men take off after the dogs, spears in hand. Egfor leapt and bounded nimbly over logs and around bushes and trees after the upright flags of his wolf-dog’s tails. He was surprisingly lithe and quick for a man of his size, one reason why he earned the nickname ‘Stag’. The dogs cornered the boar in what was once a creek bed, now it was dry and muddy, no water flowing. Egfor got to the boar first. The story of Folca, the thirteenth king of Rohan ran through his mind, though he would not allow himself to be gored.
He sized up the boar. It was a large one. It noticed Egfor and charged at him. The dogs scattered quickly, knowing better than to get between a hunter and it’s prey, especially a boar.
Egfor scarcely had time to react, thrusting his spear down so that the boar impaled it’s forehead on the spear. There was a loud crack of spear hitting bone, the boar still charging on after impact, even lifting the massive man up off the ground and carrying him for a few feet. Egfor gritted his teeth and found his footing once more, pushing back against the boar and violently twisting the spear further into the skull. The boar gave an awful squeal and grunt before it fell to its knees and slumped to the ground, stilling at last.
Egfor panted heavily, keeping the spear embedded in the skull till he was sure it was dead. He straightened up, peering into the sky. The blazing sun beat down on Bree-land, making Egfor drenched in sweat, so much so that he abandoned his shirt at the hunter’s camp somewhere before running off on a hunt. He wipes his brow, chuckling breathily as the younger men finally catch up, “Ah, nice of you boys to join me, eh? Not bad for an old man.”
One of the men shook his head, grinning, “Save some for the rest of us, eh?!” Egfor smirks, “Gotta keep up, then!” He grasped his spear and wrenched it out with a bit of difficulty, “This will feed several I hope.” The dogs all mill around their master, curiously investigating the hunt. Egfor stooped to bind up the boar’s feet with rope, then straightened up, letting out a series of sharp whistles, “Rider’s will be here soon to pick this up.” He called his dogs to his side, the party advancing to their next hunt.
