You venture a bit out into the swamplands, following a strange sound in the distance -- and before you can get too far, you spot a medium-sized animal, floundering around a bit among the trees. As you approach, you notice something strange: some shredded fabric still clinging around one foot, or around its neck, like the remnants of some long-destroyed clothing.
At this point, it occurs to you that this might be a transformed human being. maybe it's even one of you. And you must capture it.
Except it doesn't seem to want to be captured. Your approach spooks it, and it attacks you in blind fear.
Hit Points: 30 HP Damage: 4 HP each time you attack
If you bring this monster down to 5HP or below, it is injured and can be captured and brought back to the campsite for safe keeping until you can figure out what to do. However, if you drop it below 0HP, you kill it.
Either outcome, once finished witth at least 500 words each party involved in the battle gets 10XP and rolls 1d100 to collect loot according to the following:
1-10: You are bitten during the attack, and are turned into an animal! Size is determined by your weapon: agile weapons become small animals, balanced become medium sized, and heavy become large. 11-40: You gain nothing but the victory of having beaten this opponent. 41-99: Moly Flower: a small white flower with a dark root. You're not quite sure what it's for, but decide to keep it. 100: Fine Wine: Why would an animal have a bottle of wine? Considering all that's going on, we strongly suggest you don't drink. If you act rashly and do, though, please PM and be blue for consequences.
Briiva found herself walking through the woods, red-eyed and with a headache. She still had her bow, but currently it was stowed and unstrung. Arhtur was in her arms, Briiva clinging a little tighter to him than usual, still trying to come to terms with the events from the night before. Just thinking about that bobcat made her start to shake. And yet here she was, back out in the wilderness.
All three of her attempts to create a cure had failed, and there were plenty of people depending on that cure to return to their normal life, she couldn't just abandon them because of last night. Holding back the wrenching guilt in her throat, Briiva did her best to reason with herself. At least the bobcat was brought some form a peace; If it had been a human, it must have been scared out of it's wits.
Arthur's frightened squeak followed by his rapid retreat over her back and into her back snapped Briiva out of her stupor. She froze in shock as the animal in front of her let out a low, dangerous growl; a Panther from the looks of it. Briiva balked being face to face with another cat, but spared no time stringing her bow, shakily aiming at the beast. She did her best to ignore the silver glint of a bracelet stuck in the creatures paw.
Character Name:Brianna Pavlovich Brief description of character: Headstrong and impulsive, Briiva is an excitable, over zealous ball of energy that can explode at the slightest provocation. While friendly and always ready to help out, she has a flair for the dramatic and will get carried away more often than not.
Deity: Hephaestus Weapon: Great Bow HP: 47
Lissesul rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-6)
Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 10:36 am
Briiva's hand shook as she circled the cat, lips trembling. "Alright kitty. I-I don't want to hurt you, but if you have a flower I could really use one. The panther lowered it's stance and tensed, ignorant to Briiva's requests. It pounced and Briiva let out a distressed squeal, fingers slipping from the string. The arrow sank into the beast flank just as it's claws raked across her arm. Briiva did her best to swivel out of the way and not be knocked down, lest she land on Arthur.
Regaining her footing, Briiva pulled back another arrow, cursing under her breath. "Dammit. just an animal, it's not going to listen."
Damage: 10 Panther health: 20
Character Name:Brianna Pavlovich Brief description of character: Headstrong and impulsive, Briiva is an excitable, over zealous ball of energy that can explode at the slightest provocation. While friendly and always ready to help out, she has a flair for the dramatic and will get carried away more often than not.
The panther swiped again, striking Briiva across the chest. She hissed and flinched away, but managed to loose another arrow. This one grazed the big cat's shoulder and allowed Briiva to get some distance on the feline. Hands still shaking, she pulled taut her bow once more. "P-please! I don't want to hurt you!" Her voice cracked, but there was no helping it.
Briiva tried to shake her hair from her eyes, body shaking all over. Killing that bobcat seemed to have had a profound impact on her; Briiva now recognized that this wasn't a game, and she would be damned if she was going to kill someone else who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Damage: 5 Panther HP: 15
Character Name:Brianna Pavlovich Brief description of character: Headstrong and impulsive, Briiva is an excitable, over zealous ball of energy that can explode at the slightest provocation. While friendly and always ready to help out, she has a flair for the dramatic and will get carried away more often than not.
Deity: Hephaestus Weapon: Great Bow HP: 39
Lissesul rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6Total: 6 (1-6)
Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 10:39 am
Briiva let out a distressed cry as the panther leaped at her again, ducking even as claws scratched across her back. As the animal tried to spin around to charge back, Briiva aimed down and quickly released. The arrow caught the panthers paw, who in turn let out a piercing shriek. After that though, much of the fight seemed to leave the creature, replaced by a low whine as it tried to free it's paw. Smiling through tears that she hadn't killed it, Briiva approached the panther, delicately stroking down its head. "shh, it's okay Fella, you're going to be okay." She worked to gingerly remove the arrow, breaking off the arrowhead and fletch and pulling the arrow through. Sighing, she rested against the beast, glad to have this work out well at least. Damage: 10 Panther HP: 5- Subdued
Character Name:Brianna Pavlovich Brief description of character: Headstrong and impulsive, Briiva is an excitable, over zealous ball of energy that can explode at the slightest provocation. While friendly and always ready to help out, she has a flair for the dramatic and will get carried away more often than not.
loot goes herself begin to relax, this victory making last night a little more bearable know that she was capable of not flying off the handle in all stressful situations. Suddenly though, the air smelled thicker of blood than it had a moment ago. Instead of gagging on the smell, Briiva heard- no, felt a rumbling tenor from her throat. "Oh s**t.. the scratches! Arthur, get away!"
Briiva stumbled up, backing away from her friendly raccoon friend, who had his paws held together out of apprehension to the event unfolding. Vaguely aware of what was happening as she felt her whole body start to get heavier, she tried to keep calm and started stripping off her clothing as fast as she could. It became a frantic race of shedding clothing before her size tore it into pieces.
She fell forward, hitting the ground with heavy padded paws, several sizes larger than her own hands. She let out a cry, but it came out a roar of pain. Her ears twitched and clinked- her piercings were still intact at least!
Even as panic began to sweep over her as she felt her thoughts get more clouded, she was exhilarated. When she was invited to join the Prytaneum, she had never expected anything like this happening. This- is pretty cool! was her last thought before the animal took over and Briiva disappeared into an almost 400 pound Siberian Tiger. She instinctively stalked up to Arthur, who was paralyzed in fear. That was a big, hungry looking cat, after all!
Plodding heavily up to the poor petrified critter, Briiva wondered if it was large enough to justify a snack, but the look on his face- There was suddenly recollection. Arthur. Friend. Not food.
Briiva gave him a friendly, almost playful nudge and lowered her head for him to climb on. She had taken care of him through all this, she wasn't about to stop now. Arthur shakily climbed over the big kitties head, for now just grateful to not be lunch. He had to dig his paws into her fur when she took off; Briiva seemed in no mood to take time acclimatizing to her new form, racing through the forest surprisingly light-footed given her now quite large physique.
