You're attacked by a group of three small animals -- your choice what sort, but they should be native to the Louisiana area. Their eyes are crazed, and their action are erratic, implying that there's no sense behind their actions. These are wild beasts, and they attack together.
Hit Points: 10 each, for a total of 30, but one dies for each 10 HP damage you do to them. Damage: Each does 2 each time you attack, for a total of 6 to start. This number goes down as you kill them.
If you successfully kill all three animals and reach 500 words, each party involved in the battle gets 10XP and rolls 1d100 to collect loot according to the following:
1-40: You gain nothing but the victory of having beaten this opponent. 41-90: Moly Flower: a small white flower with a dark root. You're not quite sure what it's for, but decide to keep it. 91-100: Rabid Blood: these creatures have been infected with something that makes their blood potent. It can be vialed and used once to deal an extra 3 damage [after modifiers] on your next successful attack, after which it is consumed and leaves your inventory forever.
Smerdle rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2016 6:34 pm
"It's a muskrat, dude, don't touch it!"
A small, chubby man ran past him back toward the town, and Zan turned to watch him go. He didn't know a muskrat from a wolverine from some particularly ugly breeds of dog, so he supposed the guy had been a help. The creatures in question were behind him—he could hear them—and as he spun back to face them he ducked, arcing his dagger wide and sending one of the animals flying back with a pained squeal.
Character Name:Zan Gethin Brief description of character: Friendly, perceptive, phony. Zan has wholeheartedly embraced the more mundane aspects of his new life at the Prytaneum—such as regular meals, his stipend, and the gym—but his inability to stick with any one thing for long has left him struggling to pin down how he might best serve his god long term.
Deity: Hermes Weapon: Dagger HP: 50 Minicert:
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Smerdle rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2016 7:26 pm
He felt a little bad for attacking innocent animals, but it was him or them, and they'd struck first. Zan lunged after the muskrat he'd injured, his retaliation hindered when the creatures swarmed him. They clawed at his arms and face, his god's token absorbing most of the damage, and when he hit back, one of them went down for good.
They were possessed, right? Controlled by Circe or whatever? Zan frowned as he stood, the remaining pair of muskrats circling him. He'd keep telling himself that for now.
When they charged him this time, the first thing he noticed was that they hit with a lot less force with one of them missing. He was caught off guard by the lifeless animal lying a few feet away, and when the remaining muskrats charged him again, he didn't do nearly as much damage to them.
Tearing his attention away from the one he'd defeated, Zan retreated a few steps and prepared to strike again the next time they got close.
He could tell they were tiring too, and he hoped they might stop and retreat, but the muskrats kept coming, the smaller of the pair practically leaping onto his dagger and skewering itself there. Hot blood pulsed from its body as it stilled, and for a moment Zan stood unmoving with shock. He caught his breath, trying not to look at the creature he'd killed as he tipped his hand and let the body fall to the ground. One last muskrat remained, snarling and circling at his feet.
It was limping now, and even though he knew it would only take one more decent attack to end it, Zan hesitated. This was nothing like killing the birds in the Alps. Those had been unnatural metallic monsters summoned by some entity that wished him harm. These were just animals, driven crazy by a force they didn't understand. Still, he'd done too much damage to heal it now, even if he'd known how. Better to put the creature out of its misery.
Zan drew closer, once it was clear the muskrats were no longer going to attack him. He thought it might be nice to give them some sort of burial, but the longer he stayed out here alone, the more likely it would be that something else would come along and try to end him. He did gather the trio of bodies close to one another, noticing a small flower out of the corner of his eye as he did so. He was no plant expert, but it looked awfully similar to the bloom the ginger wiccan kid had given him, the one they'd said was a cure. He needed no better reason to keep this one, putting it in his bag next to the first before he retreated to their camp.
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41-90: Moly Flower: a small white flower with a dark root. You're not quite sure what it's for, but decide to keep it.
