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Creepy Crawlers
Prompt 1


Counts as 3 EXP Growth Points, or 5 RP growth Points (only if done with a friend)
Solo word minimum is 500, RP post minimum is 7

Something strange is going on...

Creatures that don't belong are appearing in the middle of the night, like ghosts, haunting the world around them. Their creepy markings make them stand out, and their dark coloring leaves many feeling cursed. These creepy crawlers are invading the world of Tendaji, and it's up to brave souls to step up and run them off, or even tame them as pets.

Do you think you have what it takes to face these creepy creatures that have wandered away from home? Well test your luck, and see how you fare.

|| These spooky familiars have been spotted in the following locations: Maglardilla (Oba, Matori, and Yael), Perzi (Jauhar/Chibale and Tale), Keldari (Sauti and Zena). Only individuals in set locations can encounter the specific familiars.

This prompt will be resolved by each player rolling 1D100 to test their success. (You can only roll once - there are no reattempts!)

Younglings Cannot Participate In This Event

xxxxxPrentice must roll 60-100 to successfully subdue the beast.
xxxxxStage 2 must roll 50-100 to successfully subdue the beast.
xxxxxStage 3 must roll 40-100 to successfully subdue the beast
xxxxxStage 4 must roll 30-100 to successfully subdue the beast.

|| Success or fail, completion of this event rewards you with 15 EXP!

|| If you roll a 90-100, you get to keep the familiar! Congrats!!

|| Those who win a familiar should be followed up by a PM to our Beast Battle Mule: Beast Tamer Freya with this form:

[b]Species[/b] || Maglardilla, Perzi, or Keldari
[b]Gender[/b] ||
[b]Name[/b] ||
[b]Owner[/b] || [username of owner, not character name]
[b]URL[/b] || [url of event thread]


|| Title your PMs with "Tamed"


Well, enough of the sea now, enough of the sand between his toes.

He’d had a good time in Matori. The sun was warm and the beaches were the perfect place for a man who hadn’t much to do. The locals were beautiful, with their speckled blue-green skin, amber eyes and glossy hair. The food was pretty damn good, too -- but he was getting restless.

Ouen had left behind his band, after all, promising to return with a plan and a new direction. He was looking for a way for them to make money and live well without stealing indiscriminately and being branded as outlaws and thieves. Something honourable -- but not boring! No guard-work for them, none of that standing around and sleeping on your feet. And none of those repetitive drills like the Oban soldiers did, either. To keep the group together, he needed to use their skills well, and they were best at swooping in, acting fast and getting the job done.

Some of his encounters in the sandy forests of Matori had given him ideas aplenty for this. There were plenty of people out there still willing to rob and take advantage of the weak… and there was good profit to be made in hunting down these bandits. Not only did you get gratitude and payment from the victims, but you got to ‘confiscate’ all the bandits’ property. The bothersome task of bringing them to justice, you could leave to the locals -- all you had to do was ride in and look heroic. They could do that. There would be no shortage of work, he was sure. There were more people travelling now then there had ever been, and some fool or another was bound to cause trouble.

He was thinking all this as he rode into Oba, resting light and easy on Shenandoah’s back. The radaku had fallen into a rhythmic trot, following one of the trade paths out of Matori. Moist, airy jungle gave way to dry heat.

The landscape here was unlike anything he’d ever seen. The ground was golden sand -- nothing but golden sand in every direction, interrupted only by some wind-carved rock or hardy shrub. He was thankful for all the water he’d brought with him, sloshing around in a canister against his side. It had seemed like a needlessly heavy burden at first, but he had gone through almost half of it now and he wasn’t sure how much longer there was to go.

A trail of red dust floated up behind them as they moved through the desert.

This wasn’t anything like the jungles of Jauhar, that was for certain.

So… why was there a magladilla perched on that red rock?

He sat back, the shift in weight signalling Shen to a stop. He dismounted and approached the creature, certain that he was imagining things. But no… there it was, just the same sort of bug he’d often encountered back home. There, they were most often seen on tree-trunks and intertwining branches, or fluttering through the maze of the jungle. It was odd to see one sitting out in the open… and it was a mighty off colour too, much darker and intense than the ones he was used to.

It seemed to notice his presence, and fluttered abruptly into the air. He had interrupted it’s basking, and it didn’t seem pleased. It flew towards him with an angry hum.

Without thinking, he lifted his lance so that the flat side of the blade was between him and the creature. The magladilla slammed right into it, falling downwards and catching itself just before it hit sand. Its wings beat hard to get it back up to the right height for another attack. This thing was insistent! It spun forward, this time wheeling around to get at him from the side. What exactly did it think it was going to achieve here?

He flicked his lance again, still using the flat edge but this time putting more force into the blow.

The magladilla sputtered and fell into the sand now, flopping around a few times until it was able to flip onto its feet. Ouen positioned his lance to deflect another attack, but it seemed to have given up; it buzzed at him a few times as a warning, and Ouen couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Dumb bug! Didn’t it realize he had better things to do?

He took a swig from his canteen and hopped back on Shenandoah’s back. Funny, that, this odd-looking magladilla here in Oba… but then again, he was here too, wasn’t he?

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