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Indubitably rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 1:13 pm
BANJORIE Roll - 1 / Body - 8 = 9 CRITICAL FAILURE: "How much more can she take?"
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Despite her strength, ferocity, and anger, Banjorie was but a babe, weary from her prison break, and being overtaken by an army of squirrels. She collapsed onto her side as they dropped her on the flat rock, not even moving to lift her head as a large creature approached. A wolf.
It wasn't until she began to spoke that Banjorie felt a new energy, a flush that flooded her system with a mix of rage and survival. Her name? Even she was unsure, though she knew what the human had called her, what her mother had called her before they were separated.
This wolf did not need to know that. No one had said her name since the crash. A growl made the fur along her back stick up as she leapt to her feet, swiping at the face of the wolf. It was horribly unsuccessful, and she was rewarded a vicious swipe that flung her young body across the rock. Landing heavily, she scrambled to her feet, making a break for it in the only direction available --- Uphill.
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Maeko-Hana rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 2:50 pm
Fauna Round One: Success Round Two: Failure Option & Roll: Mind [6] + [4] Difficulty: 14 Result: 10 [Fail]
You notice a wicked branch of thorns laid not far from reach... maybe if you could introduce those to her paw and make a run for it.
Fauna looked back and sighed, thankful to have gotten away with at least her life, regardless of the pain. As she turned back to watch where she was running, she gasped, the shock of seeing the wolf nearly knocking the wind out of her. She tried to dodge around her, but it was no use. Jumping about like a reed in the wind, she looked for a different route. Spotting a branch of thorns between herself and the wolf, she ran at it and snatched it up, swinging it as she neared the wolf. The wolf just laughed and swung a paw at her, backhanding her a few feet without any effort at all. It was painful, landing hard on the rocks, but she was conveniently further in the direction she wanted to head. Stumbling to her feet, she took off up the hill.
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Maeko-Hana rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 2:51 pm
Charlemagne Round One: Success Round Two: Success Option & Roll: Mind [8] + [13] + 3 [Previous Round Bonus] Difficulty: 16 Result: 24 [Success]
Make a dash for it! Bob and weave for the love of leaf!
The squirrels lead the way out into the bright sun and Charlemagne rejoiced. Finally free in the open air, he wasn’t taking anymore chances. He didn’t care what it was creeping about near him, he had wings and he was going to use them! Taking to the air he sighed as he saw the wolf devouring the squirrels below, happy that is was them instead of him, but his relief was short lived as he looked down and saw massive teeth being bared beneath him. Not sure what the creature was, or how high it might be able to jump, he stuck to flying amongst the trees along the cliffs edge, hiding himself from both beasts.
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Maeko-Hana rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 2:53 pm
Perion Round One: Success Round Two: Failure Option & Roll: Body [8] + [2] Difficulty: 20 Result: 10 [Failure]
I ain't gonna take that kind of talk from no wolf! Have at ye!
His whole body was twitching, his muscle tense and frantic. He was angry with himself and angry at the world. But it was hardly the last of that. Getting to his feet he turned to see the looming wolf. He felt the pit of his stomach tighten and the rage began to build. He ran at the wolf and began to fight with what was left of his might. He got in a few good hits, but the wolf bided it’s time and with one clawed swipe had Perion bleeding and face first in the rocks and dirt. After that the wolf seemed to have lost interest in him, at least for a second, giving him time enough to run up the hill.
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Maeko-Hana rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 2:54 pm
Sage Round One: Success Round Two: Failure Option & Roll: Mind [5] + [1] Difficulty: 14 Result: 6 [Critical Failure]
You notice a wicked branch of thorns laid not far from reach... maybe if you could introduce those to her paw and make a run for it.
Just when she thought she was out, they pulled her back in! Or so it seemed as she saw the looming shadow. “What!?” Sage grumbled, trying to jump away from the wolf. The beast grabbed her and lifted her by her tail, swinging her like a pendulum. But Sage was smart enough to not buy into the taunting, keeping her mouth closed and ignoring the beast. As she was swung, she spotted a spiky branch of thorns. Looked like as good a chance as any, so as she swung past it again, she grabbed ahold of it and swung it at the wolfs arm. It barely hit her, but surprised her enough to drop Sage. With a few seconds headstart now on her side, she scrambled away up the hill.
[lol, sorry about the opening line, been watching The Godfather Trilogy today]
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Maeko-Hana rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 2:55 pm
Reina Round One: Success Round Two: Success Option & Roll: Body [5] + [20] Difficulty: 14 Result: 25 [Critical Success]
Pretend like you don't notice before hauling a** up the next high thing you pass.
The sun felt wonderful on her fur, like it had been years since she had last truly felt it. She was about to give a dance of joy, but soon noticed that she was not alone. She remained calm and continued to walk, ignoring the wolfs taunts. With a slight glance back, she waited for the wolf to turn her head, taking advantage and running up the nearest high place. She skidded to a lucky stop, nearly tumbling down the cliff. She grabbed onto the nearest tree trunk she could and scampered up it, staring back on both sides. Evil wolf or evil teeth? Which route possesses the lesser of two evils? She didn’t care for either, so remained up the tree.
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Maeko-Hana rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 2:56 pm
Dagney Round One: Critical Failure Round Two: Critical Failure Option & Roll: Body [7] + [9] Difficulty: 14 Result: 16 [Finally! Success!]
Climb up that muddy wall using root and claw and tooth. When they open that woven hatch they're going to get a whole lot more than they bargained for....
That was it, that was it! He’d had it with being laughed at, had it with being thrown around like branches of a willow in a storm. As he sat there stewing in the pit, he began to figure out a way to get out and stay out! He stayed back against the wall, hiding from anyone who might look down. He heard them chanting, growing ever closer to the pit. He balled his paws into fists and readied for the possibility of the hatch being lifted. As soon as he heard it rustle and creak, he started up the wall, digging his paws in and picking up speed. No sooner had it been completely lifted, Dagney emerged and gave it all he had, bum rushing the crowd of squirrels as they chanted. He was free, free!
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ladyumbra rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 2:57 pm
Lanette mind = 7 ( Success, just barely)
Lanette struggled to stay conscious after her beating; her wings, while thankfully not broken, ached and she had more missing, bent and broken feathers than she cared for. Even if the little owl could take to the skies she wasn't sure how long she'd be able to stay in them. Exhausted both mentally and physically Lanette did not resist as her body was hauled outside. She still didn't understand why this had happened to her but trying to figure out what would posses anyone to go to these lengths to capture a creature more feathers than meat as a meal was beyond her. Not that her feathers weren't perfectly nice by themselves mind you.
Suddenly she was released from the tiny paws of her captors, she fell for half a second and winced upon impact with the rock. Just as she got back onto her still bleeding legs the Hallowmarian found herself way too close to a hungry looking wolf for comfort. Oh sure, Lanette mused as she swayed dizzily from side to side and listened to the beast speak, the wolf was beautiful. In another situation she'd have been pleased as punch to have a chance to observe such a creature and capture the wolf's likeness perhaps in a coloured glass figurine or charcoal sketch. Right now though Lanette only saw a predator about to make her lunch.
Wait! In her peripheral vision Lanette could make out a dark branch with blood red thorns on it, there might be a chance to survive this yet. She launched a clumsy glide from her position on the rock and but touched back down before she reached her destination. Luck it seemed had swung back in her favour though as the she-wolf had tried to tackle her out of the air and overshot, her front paws landing on the thorn covered branch.
With mighty Farrah busy digging thorns from her paws Lanette made a break for it. Wings spread wide she stumbled downhill hoping to get the air and momentum needed for a takeoff before her pursuer could recover and catch up. Perhaps if she could stay aloft long enough the she-wolf would consider it a lost cause and let her be.
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kamileunaire rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 11 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 7:37 pm
Skark Round 1: Failure Round 2: Success
Round 3 Taking mind choice #1. - You notice an acorn nut filled with oils in the corner... hmmm, fire. (Mind) (dif: 14) Bonus! Free/Take the creature with you.(+2 dif)
Mind 7 + 11 roll = 18 > 16 difficulty = Success! Yay!
Prompt response pending :3 ~~~~~~~
Skark was disgusted in several ways when he reached what he'd THOUGHT was a sun-lit doorway. It was, in fact, not a doorway to the outside, but a room that was lit by a massive fire. It was huge, and the scene that met the shrike's eyes inspired a second wave of revulsion. There they were, a whole slew of them, hopping and dancing around a big bonfire like the little savages they were. The whole situation was still hugely perplexing to the shrike, who was used to knowing how most things worked in the world. What were they doing down here? Why were they roasting something that would have tasted fine raw? And who the hell was Ferrah, come to think of it? Their filthy squirrel leader, no doubt.
Skark sneered as he crept in through the back door, seeing that they were far too absorbed in their dark little ritual to notice much else. He had to do something, and when he spied the door across the room, he knew where he needed to go. The hallway behind him only lead back to cells. He took a moment to survey the scene, and study the room. No use acting impulsively and getting trapped again, that was for sure. Fire, squirrels...and suddenly it dawned on the shrike that the creature tied over the fire was not a squirrel or a mouse or anything like that. Why, it was another bird, one much smaller than he was, with plain brown feathers. Hardly a meal that would feed everyone in the room. He couldn't care less of her, but her shrill, panicked cries were grating on his still-aching head. He needed to find a way to distract these cretins so he could get to that side door.
Seeing something to his left, he crept over to investigate. There were three acorns leaned against the back well. One of them was uncapped, revealing an odd, almost-smelly liquid substance within its hollowed out core. He realized immediately that it was some kind of oil. Squirrels, smart enough to use oil? The surprises kept on coming. But so did his horrible ideas. A nasty little sneer crept across his face, and his devilish eyes shone. He picked up one of the closed acorn containers, shook it first to be sure it was full of the same liquid, and was rewarded with the soft slush of the oil inside. This ought to be fun. Sitting back on one foot, he used the other to lob the acorn across the room, over the many furry little heads, and directly into their bonfire.
It took a moment to get a result, but the miniature explosion that followed was magnificent. There was the thunk of the acorn, which remained capped shut for a split second, followed by a great crack-WHOOSH as the thing exploded in the heat of the fire. The fire billowed out, nearly swallowing up the first row of squirrels, whose fur revealed itself to be very flammable indeed. The room instantly descended into much different tone of frantic dancing as the burning squirrels shrieked and flopped about, managing to catch others on fire. Skark wasted no time. He jumped into the fray on his way to the door, pecking viciously the faces of anyone in his way. When he was halfway through, he just happened to see the little tied bird, who had somehow managed to avoid the little explosion he had created. Her spit had fallen away from the fire, probably knocked down by one of the burnt squirrels. Perhaps, he thought, it would not be so bad to drag her along. It wouldn't take but two seconds to shred her bonds.
Skark did just that, with only the thought of having a useful tool at his disposal as his motivation. He hopped upon the ropes, and severed them with his beak, freeing the caught bird. She fell over in shock, and he rousted her with several light pecks to the side. "Come, hurry. Ve must hurry." he snapped. She obliged, wiggling to her feet and fluffing out her feathers. "M'scared. Who're you? Do you know the way out?" she asked, chirping softly. He swatted her with one wing, and hopped quickly onwards, to where the door was. "Shush. Come." he commanded simply. The little sparrow followed on unsteady feet, but she seemed to recover the more she moved about.
Skark lead the way down the hall, making a sharp turn as he suddenly picked up a familiar sound. Could that be...? Was it...yes, yes it was! He could see faint rays of light, but even better, he could heard the sound of running water. One more hallway, and there they were, at the mouth of the horrid burrow. The shrike could not help but suck in a deep breath of fresh air and take a moment to enjoy the sights and sounds of the freedom he'd worked so hard for. The sparrow simply sat back, seeming happy for a rest.
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ShadowFox-Sama rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 9:28 pm
You notice a wicked branch of thorns laid not far from reach... maybe if you could introduce those to her paw and make a run for it. (Mind) (Dif: 14)
Hold for Haile, Mind: 8+20=28 - EPIC WIN o.o
He couldn’t move.
Not one part of his body had been left unbeaten by the thorough, cruel, and rather vicious squirrels. Not one bit of sense could be made of his situation as they drug him from the darkness and blinded him with excruciating sunlight, and he had absolutely no hope left of excape from… well, whatever a Farrah might be. He was quite sure they’d dislocated his shoulder (or broken it, perhaps), and his tail was snapped at a pitiful angle; his paws were red and his limbs literally bubbled with welts, and it hurt in the most excruciating way to so much as breathe as they drug him through rough terrain, towards his most inevitable fate. He had no fight left in him, which was fine, considering the hopelessness of the situation and the sheer number of enemy squirrels that tossed him with great ceremony onto a flat slab of rock. A dinner plate, surely.
Well, if this was it, then he might make it a bit easier on everyone by refusing a fuss. He didn’t dare make quick movements, both to stave off any extra attacks as well as preserve his rather faulty consciousness. He took a bit of a breath, cringed a bit when it hurt like skyfire, and settled himself into an almost meditative pose; his shoulders drooped a bit, and his broken tail looked more like a ragged mop dropped over his legs, but he kept his head high and exhuded absolute patience. At least let me see what a Farrah is, for curiosity’s sake, he told himself silently, bi-coloured eyes semi-squinted in the sunlight. I do wonder what it could be… some sort of cult leader, someone these squirrels would worship… no, they don’t seem quite keen on it. Perhaps they are afraid of it, then. And that it would eat a fox…
What a strange moment for curiosity; but, as a mighty shadow came forth, Haile had no fear left in him. He went as far as to perk his ears a bit, measuring a steady (and somewhat heavy) fall of footpaws amongst rotting leaves. There was cunning intelligence in the golden eyes that bobbed up and down, glimmering on a face black as the night of a new moon, and a savage hunger in the slavering jaws of the creature that slid from the darkness as though only an extention - he lowered his head in abeyance to the she-wolf, great Queen of Squirrels, the Farrah. She spoke in a voice of thunder and fire, heavy and rumbling, feminine and feral all at once. She was very beautiful, for someone about to devour him.
“…What is your name, so that I may ponder it…”
But the glow in her eyes quickly overpowered his wish to watch the ways her face twisted with sadistic pleasure as she spoke, and looking to his paws, he murmured, “I - I am… t-t-they call me -”
The wolf was put-off. “Oh, please let’s not stutter that way,” she purrled, licking her chops and leaning in just the slightest bit closer. “Such a frightened little thing! Do not worry… I tend to remember my victim’s names, so do feel honored to be meeting your end with me.”
But Haile still had no right sense of fear, per se. He had been distracted by a massive thorn vine, the particularly vicious red-and-green kind with thorns the size of his paws; his mind was calculating distance, the strength left in his one good arm, any reactions the Farrah might have. He forgot to keep speaking, in short, until he was called out for it. “Ah, sorry, sorry…” he murmured softly, turning up the sweetest and most doe-like eyes he could produce. “But - I don’t think this dish has a name. I’m sorry, miss Farrah.”
The wolf’s ears pinned back. “Oh, you ARE clever.” She gave a snarl, raising a paw and looming closer. “But you’re also very silly. Don’t you see? The game’s already -”
Haile’s paw shot out. He snagged the vine with a few choice claws and, suddenly quite fierce (as far as his standards were concerned, anyways), he whipped it forward with force enough to take down a small cat; it snaked around Farrah’s paw and, after a good tug, knotted itself there, raising a wail that would break the very moon itself with its intensity. The wolf reared back and away, pulling and fighting the thorns, howling and snarling so bitterly that not even her squirrel minions wished to help - and, seeing his opportunity, Haile threw himself from the stone. He landed heavily, yelped, found the three paws that would still work, and continued along the path that gravity was choosing for him, half-running, half-staggering his way in the only direction that seemed to make sense. Downhill, downhill, DOWNHILL, he thought anxiously, desperation and necessity blinding him to any and all obstacles in his path. So long as he was away from Farrah and her squirrels, so long as he found some way towards freedom!
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ShadowFox-Sama rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 9:37 pm
- You notice a acorn nut filled with oils in the corner... hmmm, fire. (Mind) (dif: 14) +2: Rescue the critter (Dif:16)
[Hold for Mikal Mind: 7+6=13 ... Fail~]
Mikal made it only a few more steps before he saw the flames. Another step and he could see more ruthless little dirt rats, all of them hollering and leaping about, painted in terrible ways and raising their paws to the flames as though trying to call down some great Being from the skies above. Well, they don’t ever need to know I’m here, Mikal thought callously, crouching a bit and sticking out his tongue. Creeper’s gonna creep along right under their noses - oh, Tree forbid they should get a whiff…
But the smell of charcoal and crackling wood was overpowering, and the tint of oil in the air was unmistakable; and Mikal was hidden under a layer of mud, anyways, which dampened his natural odors quite nicely. Perhaps mud wasn’t such a bad thing, if it would work to his advantage… he looked no different from the dirt and quagmire of the earth, and hadn’t even counted on that bit. Needless to say, he was pleased as a peach. Without the least bit of grumbling he dropped to his belly and assumed the most ‘sneaky’ pose he could think of, chin to the earth, tail flat out behind him; and, though he looked ridiculous, he nearly did get out to the freedom beyond the burrow.
But then… then, he looked over his shoulder. He actually looked, too, not just a bit of a glance, at the huddled thing the squirrels seemed so rampant about; and, just like that, his cheeriness flew the coop. They had a little squirrel - one of their own kind! - tied down like god-fodder, weeping and crying out for mercy it seemed (he was a bit far away and had mud clinging to the inside of his ears still), just as beaten as he had been - and probably serving the same purpose he would have served if they had managed to keep him captive. He hadn’t been quite so attentive to what his guards had been spouting on about, and still had no relative clue as to what was happening, but he was smart enough to know that squirrel would probably expire before the day was over.
And so the guilty bug set itself comfortably in the folds of his brain. He didn’t want to take on a bunch of voodoo beasties! And he certainly didn’t want to be tied down and slaughtered for some higher being - which he refused to believe in, despite the amount of fuss the squirrels were making. But… well… there must’ve been some way to free a fellow prisoner. Mikal thought and thought it over, hidden away amongst rocks and pebbles, scanning the area for some sort of clue…
He crept closer, hiding himself amongst a pile of acorns and wrinkling his nose at the awful smell of pure oil. Maybe he could… no, he had run himself dry, there was no chance in chasing these beasties off like he had their underground comrades. So he should ook for some sort of weapon, a club or something, maybe a slingshot if they had one lying around… but if he was looking for dropped weapons, then he might as well take up the big guns and find something akin to a knife. They had those somewhere, surely.
Nothing jumped out at him; the pit was clear of any obscure and useful object, and wrinkling his nose, Mikal grumped. Well, how was he supposed to save this creature if he had nothing to fling about? He could kick and bite, but there were scores of enemies to deal with, and he was only one skunk. Blasted acorns, if they were only empty he could toss them at some heads! Why were they filled with foul-smelling oil, anyways? It wasn’t a seasoning or anything.
… Oil…
It ws embarrassing how long it took for him to put two and two together. But when he finally realized the immense burning capabilities of oil, and gave thought to the burning and melting of evil flesh…
Once the idea clicked, Mikal knew what to do. Out went one acorn, then another, and soon he had the whole stack flying through the air, howling out a warcry as the oil exploded into the fires; “YOU LET THAT LITTLE BEASTIE GO!” he demanded, stomping forward with great armloads of oil-laden acorns. “ELSE FEAR THE WRATH OF THE SKUNK, YOU HEATHENS! TASTE THIS!”
And fire did erupt volcanically, everywhere; the problem was, several drops had fallen between him and said fire. Fire has a habit of moving very swiftly toward the one who released it, and true to its nature, Mikal was soon stomping out little flames as they tried to eat at his toes. Though his attacks had hit a few squirrels, there were so many more left unscathed and more than capable of putting out flames with stores of water; he had set fire to the hive, and now that the flames were probving to be ineffective, he found himself quickly subdued.
And beaten again, too, down to a fuzzy pulp and once again dragged through the mud to an undisclosed location that, really, he had no mind to care for. Had he freed the little squirrel? In all actuality he had probably fried the poor beast, but then he refused to think that way.
So he was no good at saving lives. Lessen learned.
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Scaramouche Fandango rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 11:56 pm
TERRIBLE is going to bob and weave because he's so very good at running away. 2+8=FAIL
As TERRIBLE relished momentarily in his triumph, something hungry growled in the underbrush, watching him with bright green eyes. Something was chasing him, something big and dark and dangerous. It only took the little bird a moment to see that he was, once again, in trouble. Dammit anyways! he thought, continuing to mentally curse as he started to flee. Would a moment of peace be too much to ask?
The brush was thick here, and he couldn't get to the open sky. He darted hither and yon, trying to convince his pursuer, but alas, it seemed to no avail. Whatever was chasing him was clever and saw through his tricks. It batted him to the side, smashing him against a rock, and pinned him with a rough paw.
As it glared down at him, snarling, he got a good look at its terrifying maw. It looked like an underfed wolf, with scraggly hair and crumpled whiskers. TERRIBLE had never seen a coyote before, but he'd heard about them. They were dangerous. With wolves, you tended to get ignored because you were too small. Not so with these guys. And of course, everybody knew of their terrible prejudice against birds...
He attempted to choke out a few words, but the creature's weight on his ribcage made this impossible. How on Earth would he get out of this?
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Scaramouche Fandango rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 11:58 pm
René is going to try and smarm the pants off of it. 19+9=28=ROARING SUCCESS.
As René made his escape from the squirrels' underground lair, he couldn't help but notice that once again he was in mortal peril. Today was not his day. A huge black cat was chasing him, one like he'd never seen before. Terrified, he sprinted away until he could feel his lungs screaming in protest. He came to a halt, panting. He couldn't outrun this thing. The other cat was much bigger than he was- it looked positively feral- and he was tired. He could only think of one thing that could possibly save him now, and it was a long shot. As the creature caught up to him and swung, he neatly caught its paws in his and turned on the charm. He couldn't tell if it was male or female, but for this, he didn't care. "Look," he said, draping a paw over its shoulders and grabbing its drooly chin. "Why am I running from you? I know why you're chasing me, my love.'
It looked confused.
Good.
"Now, see here, darling. We can't continue to keep this up. I know how you feel about me, but oh, we can't be together. We simply can't. You must allow me to leave unharmed, my sweeting, if you truly love me. You simply must!"
He could tell that his schtick was working, though not in the typical way. The predatory gleam in the creature's eyes had been replaced by befuddlement. He doubted that it had a mate, or any idea of what love actually was.
He leaned in, as if to kiss the creature...
And promptly ran away! "All in the thrill of the chase, my dear!" he called as he fled to higher ground.
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Ellanoire rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 12:00 pm
Round 1: Success Round 2: Failure Round 3 Attempt: Soul 9 + 20 = 29 ...EPIC SUCCESS
Belladonna Ability Scores Body: 2 | Mind: 7 | Soul: 9
She knew she was being carried. Beyond that, it was hard to know anything. She was phasing in and out of conciousness, thanks to the rough treatment dealt to her buy the guards. Where had her original guard been? Then one she'd so easily convinced to let her free? Bells let out a low whimper. This hurt. This was scary. She imagined her boat, bobbing gently in the water, so very far from here. More than anything she wished to be back there.
At the moment the only thing bobbing was her, on the shoulders of the guards. Suddenly she emerged into bright sunlight. This helped restore her to conciousness, causing her to blink over and over. This hurt, too. She whimpered again, a squirrel snickered.
"Best drop 'er 'ere mates."
With that she found herself unceremoniously dumped onto a large, flat rock. She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them the guards were gone. The only thing there was the blinding sun. And suddenly that was gone too.
A huge shadow was cast over her. She closed her eyes again for a moment. When she opened them a huge wolf, saggy with a dark pelt leered over here, sitting so close she could have reached out and touched the beast. Belladonna shivered. This really seemed like it might be the end. She supposed this was what the Ferrah thing was ...
" Welcome to Harrogate, I see my little pets have treated you well." She taunts, her voice deep and vicious even in speech. "My, and they've brought me such a delicious treat today- ah, tell me. What is your name, so that I might ponder it as I chew your bones."
Bells knew this was her final chance to make a get away. Shaking a little, she looked into the eyes of the huge beast, hoping that she could trick this awful creature.
"I'm Belladonna. I must say, I imaged the great Ferrah to be a more ... impressive creature. " She laughed a shaky little laugh.
"Hardly seems impressive to have a bunch of lowly squirrles ambush one's dinner, then beatit, and then simply chomp it down. No ... certainly not very wolf like at all."
Ferrah did not seem pleased by this. "And what would be wolf-like, dinner?"
"Oh ... I suppose a chase. You wolves are supposed to be deadly hunters, running down your prey and all. But I understand, it might be better to just have your underlings bring you whatever you need to eat. Looks like you're getting a bit old and ... dare I say ... pudgey?"
Bells sat up slowly, watching the wolf's expression change to something akin to fury.
((Rolling.))
Ferrah let out an angry noise, a growl mixed with a howl. It was sheer anger. "I am not pudgey! I'm the best hunter this land has ever seen! I'll even give you a head start, you little fool!"
Belladonna was on her feet already, running as fast as her legs would carry her. To her benefit, she was rushing downhill. Unsure of how long this head start would last she began looking for things to dart around, to confuse her pursuer.
She was now almost out of her line of vision, and still the wolf had not started running. Bells felt all the more confident about this now. If the wolf was not watching her, it would be possible to confuse her scent trail, to run through little stream, run over rocky beds, until she found her way to her boat.
Up ahead she could see the first shallow stream. Her legs pumped faster and she splashed into the cool shallow. Instead of simply running across it she ran upstream, towards a gravely bed on the other side that would be sure to obscure her scent. Yes ... this plan might actually work. Bells simply hoped she be able to run for as long as she would need to ...
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musicaloner7 rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 1:43 pm
{Khrest; Success, Success; 3rd round.
-Make a dash for it! Bob and weave for the love of leaf! Mind: 4+7 ....Failure!
You don't quite make it to your destination as a quick, dark furred beast pounces you in your retreat. It swipes you aside like a toy and pins you under a heavy paw.}
Finally! Out of the nutty death pit! haha, what a pun!. Breathing in deeply, and exhaling loudly, the feline felt fully rejuvenated and refueled. That place had been such a drag! He felt so stifled, and constricted in there. What was up with those whacko squirrels anyway? Talking about eating.. Some Ferrah chick.. Yeesh. There were some crazy folks out there. And he'd had more than enough of dealing with psycho's. But he was out of terrible prison, and off to go back home! Heck, he was naked, and hadn't any of his instruments that were strapped to him, but he'd just have to get them all back another time. All he wanted to do right now is get home, have a nice warm meal, and lay out in the sun. His fur did hold a sort of musky cologne to it now, but... he'd have to wait for a bath, unfortunately.
Well the terrain wasn't very pleasant, but it was better than what he was stuck in before. Stepping along the sturdy presented rocks, Khrest made his way further and further from that dreaded joint, humming lightly to himself. With an occasional flip of his overgrown bangs, a bright grin on his lips, all seemed like smooth sailing from here! what would his little gang of fello bards think when he told them all of this?! Most likely think he's made it up... but hey! Now he'd have another story to at least add to his collection for when he was on the road. And it'd be great material for future songs! Indeed, Khrest O`Carroll found something good out of this disturbing experience. But as he continued, his fur would begin to prickle along his spine, as chills would shoot down his body... something was.... nearby... He could taste it, smell it, feel it. But he couldn't see it.. that's what was most unnerving of all. Olive eyes sliding around, checking all corners as he slipped through the more foliated area, paws clenched and relaxed uneasily. It just seemed he couldn't catch a break! What creep was stalking him now? One of those darn squirrels again. Smirking to himself, the cat gave a flick of his tail and lowered onto all fours. No matter, he'd just out run those pea-brains. With that, he darted into the woods, weaving and bobbing about with great agility. He wasn't the strongest, but he had learned how to make up for it. And it sure as heck came in handy.
Even though he was growing further away from the feeding grounds, that looming character still remained on his heels. Gritting his teeth, brows furrowing, he'd turn his head to glance over his shoulder from time to time. Who the heck was following him?! And keeping up with all his tricky maneuvering?! It seemed impossible he could be tracked at this rate, and speed. Groaning to himself, head turning back around, he gave it a light shake. The faster he got out of here, the bet-... Eyes peeling as wide as possible, the feline let out a startled yell, his paws tripping over themselves, causing him to tumble and roll as the momentum continued onwards, eventually making him stop in a heap of cream. Grunting, body sore and battered now, back planted to the ground, Khrest slowly peeked his eyes open. But the light didn't reach him... and a heavy, disgustingly rancid hot air kept panting along his face. There it was..... the creature that had been stalking him all the way in his escape. A large canine had pinned him down, snout pressed dangerously close to the much smaller feline's face, making the cats ears pin back, and paws grip the earth below him. He'd met his doom... there seemed no way out of this.... Gulping, with quite a struggle as his throat was very dry now, Khrest bit his lip as he prayed to... who ever would listen, to give him the chance to flee. He thought of all the beautiful ladies he hadn't yet tried to swoon, all the song's he hadn't played and mastered. There was so much he still had to do! Oh please! Be merciful! What have I done to deserve this?!
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