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 Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 10:43 am
Quote: Culling Invaders A rise in feral pig population has been reported in the forests circling the school. Because of their naturally invasive and destructive nature, the administration is concerned for the natural balance of the forests and have selected Quentin to fix this. Unfortunately, much of his hunting skills have been stunted from, well, years and years of ill-use and is enlisting the aid of any student with exceptional tracking skills. This quest is a self-RP with the exception of a short introduction. The player will roll a 100-sided dice to determine the percentage chance of capture and proceed to roll 5 more dice, one for each trap. If the number is equal or below the percentage, the pig has been caught. If it is above, the pig has gotten away. Quest points received will depend on the amount of pigs captured.
Cane also receives a +10 bonus to his rolled percentage due to tracking/hunting skill, per Slanndalous.
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Indubitably rolled 1 100-sided dice:
89
Total: 89 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 10:52 am
A polite rap on Professor Bandersnatch's office door and Cane waited to be acknowledged before opening the wooden barrier, nodding respectfully to the strange demon. Holding up his large hand, one could see a slip of paper between two long fingers. A flyer, really. "Professor, do you still require assistance? I am experienced in tracking and trapping."
"Come in..." Quentin replied gently, flipping absently through scattered articles on his desk he would rather not read a second time. Thankfully the visitor would relieve him if for only a bit. "Ah, hello! You are Master Canaan, correct?" Yaay, he didn't have to fumble through student files this time! He was getting better at this. "I remember reading your file..." He leaned back in his chair, motioning for the boy to sit in one of the leather chairs surrounding his desk. "A bit disappointed you did not enlist in the magic department, but you have to follow what interests you..." His dark face split into a polite smile, bearing no ill-will despite the boy's potential in magic.
"Oh, good! I was hoping someone would come forward...." Leaning forward, he took the flyer from the boy and wrote Canaan's name across the paper before filing it (kind of) in his drawer. "These pigs' habits are causing damage to the forest and obviously this is having an impact on the ecological balance of the forest and so forth..." Drawling on with a few flicks of his wrist, he looked back to Cane with a wry smile. "I'm sure I am just preaching to the choir with this..." Standing, he motioned to an office corner with trapping supplies appropriate for catching feral pigs.
"Whatever tracking skills I possessed have long deteriorated so fear not, I will stay out of the way and let you do what you do, though for safety reasons I will be there to aid you if you need anything. Report back to me in a few days with your findings, and I will reward you for your hard work..." Slinging rope and metal trappings across his shoulders and arms with exceptional ease, he moved to stand by Cane. "Shall we, Master Canaan?"
"Indeed, Professor." Canaan couldn't help the easy smile that broke out across his face. One day, if he could study both schools, he would. His natural skills with magic though battled with his talent for machinery. Perhaps if he worked his way high enough in the school, he could change that.
Without hesitation the native picked up his own half of the supplies, Quentin's demonic strength adequately matched for a simple task like this by Canaan's youth and frequent workouts.
Soon enough, the two males were in the forest, Cane taking a deep, slow breath of the air around him. Fantastic. "It is good to be out of doors. Handling this will be a pleasing challenge."
"H'uuuuh, Goddess, tell me about it...." Quentin sighed ruefully, doing his best not to embarrass himself as he waddled carefully across uneven terrain in Shinkami issued heeled boots and bloody long robes. He really needed to take one day off and go shopping. "The school gets stuffy sometimes...." Past the limits of the magic barriers, the demon could feel a heavy oppression lift from his shoulders. Ostentatiously, he concentrated an outburst of electrical charge across his hands like a static conductor. It was comforting.
The professor could already see the destruction across the forest floor from the feral pigs rooting about with noses and tusks for bulbs and roots and insects to feed on. "I'll follow your lead. If you need help setting anything up, let me know..."
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Indubitably rolled 1 100-sided dice:
22
Total: 22 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 11:00 am
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Indubitably rolled 1 100-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 11:01 am
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Indubitably rolled 1 100-sided dice:
82
Total: 82 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 11:02 am
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Indubitably rolled 1 100-sided dice:
30
Total: 30 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 11:03 am
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Indubitably rolled 1 100-sided dice:
47
Total: 47 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 11:04 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 11:05 am
It was a week before Cane stopped by Quentin's office again, knocking politely on the Professor's door as he had before and stepping inside when beckoned.
On the desk he placed five pairs of tusks, removed from the boars after he'd cut their throats, bleeding them out. His tanned face was calm as he spoke. "All of the traps were successful, Sir. What shall we do with all that meat?" A pause, and he cleared his throat.
"I ran into Professor Burdock on the way here. He said to inform you that 'a barbecue is in order.'"
"Goddamn--" The professor's momentary shock followed a sharp snap of his teeth, never meaning to curse especially in front of a student. Doing his best to ignore the slip, he leaned forward in his chair, grinning like a cat at his coworker's critical thinking skills. "Sounds like a good idea and one well deserved..."
Standing and thanking Cane once more, he led the boy to the door and went back to his desk, picked up the phone and waited. Almost praying the man wouldn't pick up. But he did. "Hi, Mr. Burdock... yes--listen..." Goddess why?! "If we are to have a barbecue outside....... I am in need of something besides school-issued robes..."
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