Ursula listened, attentive if a touch nonplussed, to the story of the Voice. So she was to reenact the Great King's early journey? She wasn't sure what that was meant to test, but she was never one to turn down a challenge.
She would have liked to ask the Voice about the dangers ahead, but either not knowing was part of the challenge, or the Voice really wasn't as chatty as the name might suggest. Anyway, here she was at a run-down shack, facing a choice between the four beasts of burden tied to a long wooden beam. She smiled at the fleet-footed horse, watched the sturdy mountain goat try to chew at its tying rope, and petted the gentle alpaca on its fluffy back, but she chose none of them.
The camel would move tirelessly across flat land and uneven terrain alike, and Ursula didn't mind its little fits of temper. "Gotta be faster than that to catch me," she said, cheerful as the spitball missed her by a wide margin.
Several days into the journey, she still liked her chosen mount but was feeling less sanguine about her choice, having finally recognized her mount for the glutton it was. No going back now, so she might as well make sure it earned every bite of its extra feed.
OOC: TRAVELING
gaia_crownMount Stats:
Current mount being used: Camel Mount's Current Temper: 8 Terrain movement: 2d4 Uneven terrain movement: 2d4 Food required: 5
In a moment, things were a lot less mysterious and a lot more one-sidedly painful for Ursula. The camel had a stronger sense of self-preservation that its rider and refused to budge, even with the barghest ghoul's proddings, until the bandits were well out of sight.
It took some moments of silent reflection (more like sulking) before she could admit to herself that the camel might have had the right idea.
OOC: TRAVELING
gaia_crownMount Stats:
Current mount being used: Camel Mount's Current Temper: 8 Terrain movement: 2d4 Uneven terrain movement: 2d4 Food required: 5
It was mid-sulk when Ursula noticed a terrible smell wafting up very close by. After she confirmed it wasn't coming from her mount, a quick check of her packs confirmed that a good portion of her supplies were rotting away.
If she had only noticed just a moment earlier, she could have made a stinkbomb for those pesky bandits. But let's not dwell on lost opportunities. As it was, dropkicking a pack of rotting food into the (hopefully empty) distance was not particularly hygienic or mature, but it felt satisfying.
Now, onwards.
OOC: TRAVELING
gaia_crownMount Stats:
Current mount being used: Camel Mount's Current Temper: 8 Terrain movement: 2d4 Uneven terrain movement: 2d4 Food required: 5
