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Malhyanth rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 11:15 am
Mal & Otter-friend : Time For A Quick Escape On That Raft!
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Mal carried the still weeping Otter through to the stream that seemed to traverse through the underground system the Squirrels had going here. He cooed to her softly, hoping she would soon cease her weeping, when she realised how close to freedom they were. Above, angry chattering could be heard, and through the dodgy canopy of reed and sticks, eyes peered through to assess what was happening. Mal ignored them, and when he spied the craft, thanked the Great Spirit of the Tree for getting them this far!
"Here now, see, lookit that there! A little boat!" Walking up to it quickly, laying the Ottermaid in the prow and getting in at the stern, the great Badger gritted his teeth in anxiety as it creaked and moaned beneath the weight of them both. It clearly hadn't been designed with Otters and Badgers in mind, but it held fast, and Mal quickly unfastened the stay-rope, and pushed off the bank with one large digging claw. Out into the swift mid-current they sped, with the chattering, screaming Squirrels converging on the little port just as they disappeared into darkness.
The tunnel was steep and fast flowing, and little to no light showed through. Mal was panicking, not sure he wanted to be in the boat any more. A small hand reached out for his own, and he gripped the Ottermaid's hand to reassure her. He had to be strong for the the Otter whom he'd saved, and he had to seem big and strong! Down and round in a dizzying dark tunnel they zoomed, until finally, up ahead, a bright light shined out. As they exited, the pair were blinded, and the stream swerved out following its downhill course, past what appeared to be a hoard of Squirrels bowing and scraping to some huge Wolf! Mal was sure he had seen wrong, and averted his gaze, sinking low in the boat, hoping they wouldn't be seen. Down down down the stream they went, gaining speed.
"I think we're out!" The little Ottermaid finally said, her pale green eyes turned to the Badger. "Free at last?" She asked. The Badger nodded and smiled kindly.
"I believe so little one! We'll follow this stream until we get to smoother waters, then assess where we are! Being on a stream, we got to join up with a River soon! Perhaps we'll meet the River Moss, or something?" He peered around the bottom of the boat, and found a rather beaten up oar, with good chucks missing from its handle and a triangular dent in the side of the oar. He tutted, but used it to steer the little boat, using his strong arms to power it forward as the Ottermaid in the prow bathed her scorched arms and legs in the water that rushed past them, sighing in relief as the burning sensation of her skin was eased.
Mal felt sorry, looking at the little mite in the prow. She was so young, and now, now she would be scarred for life! It felt horrible to see her so disfigured. He would speak to whoever he could to get her avenged, but for now, he hummed a little ditty, and tried to take his mind off of the torment they had just experienced...
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Nikiana rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 11:19 am
Name: Leven
Round 1 FAILURE Round 2 SUCCESS Round 3 FAILURE
Three squirrels in bone mask drag you down a gravel rough riverbank to to a still pool's edge. Without any further words your head is forced down under the water, a bleak end to such a dogged tail.
You think you might be done for, your vision going fuzzy as you run out of breath.. when suddenly and without warning you are pulled from the water. The squirrel that had been holding you down having gotten bowled over by the creature from before, who had apparently gotten loose and in turn has come to save your furry behind. Better get running!
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Leven moaned as the squirrels hauled him closer to the water's edge and then he had no time for anything to be said as his head was unceremoniously shoved under the water. The hare thrashed about, but the squirrels had a good hold on him. His movements became weaker and weaker as his body begged for air.
Suddenly, he was pulled out and his lungs filled with sweet, sweet fresh air. He whirled, ready to take on the squirrels, only to find them laid out cold on the bank. "I say..." The hare spotted his hero and grinned. "Good job, what?" He stuck a paw out for the mouse to shake, opening his mouth once again to introduce himself.
Noise from behind them interrupted their meeting and the mouse grabbed Leven's paw and took off. "Good idea!" The hare commented as he ran along after the mouse. Introductions could wait until after they'd gotten away from the crazy squirrels!
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Taerar Licorne rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 11:20 am
Haswar & Friend Cardinal - Fail/Success/Success Prompt: Lo and behold! A raft! A bound together craft of sticks and string rests upon the shore, an escape surely if only you (and anyone who might have joined you) can avoid prying eyes... like those peering out a hole up above. Will there never be an end to these squirrel bastards? Time for a quick escape!
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After being underground for so long, the sunlight nearly blinded Haswar when she and her companion exited the tunnel. She raised a hand to shield her eyes from the brightness and squinted against it to determine where they were. She didn't completely recognize the area, but it reminded her somewhat of Fangroot which, if she was correct, meant the sanctuary of Fleuve and Mossflower were just downstream. Even if she wasn't right, who cared - it was away from this Tree-forsaken place! Haswar's heart leaped in her chest when she saw a raft sitting just by the shore. She thought they would have to swim all the way downstream, something she normally wouldn't mind doing but not in her current condition, but that raft would make this infinitely easier, and the squirrels wouldn't be able to follow them since there appeared to only be one.
Haswar frowned. The convenience of that...nagged at her. It was too perfect. Was this yet another trap?
Her cardinal companion, who had introduced himself as Caylin, seemed to share her thoughts as he remarked quietly, "That seems just a little too easy."
"Agreed," Haswar grumbled. "But it's our only way out of here. You might be able to fly, but I'm in no condition to run the whole way."
Caylin stepped slowly out of the tunnel and glanced up at the hill only to swear and duck back next to her, hissing softly, "They're watching for us - in another part of the tunnel above us. They didn't see me, but they will if we run for the raft."
"They're probably sentries watching this back exit just in case of escapees like us," Haswar grunted. "Figure anyone who gets out this way will be too happy to see that raft to pay attention." She glanced at their surroundings now that her eyes had adjusted to the sunlight for anything they could use as a distraction. Her head pounded constantly now from overtaxing her magic without any sort of aid, but she was sure she could pull one more trick from her fur if she could just find something which would work.
At her feet, she spotted a small rock and stooped to pick it up. It was mostly clear but covered in soil and probably originated from the tunnels. Such light, translucent rocks were not uncommon to stumble across underground - she found quite a few when digging out her burrow in Fleuve. This one was not as clear as those, but it would do. "I have an idea," she told her friend as she carefully wiped away the soil covering the rock. "Are your wings uninjured? Can you still fly?" Caylin looked up at her and nodded, listening intently. His feathers were a little singed, but it was nothing that could keep him out of the air. "I have just enough left in me to focus the sunlight into this rock," Haswar explained. "Once I get enough light funneled into this to do the trick, I want you to fly it up to those sentries and throw it at them - try to get it in the tunnel with them, or it won't work as well as we need it to. Close your eyes when you throw it and fly away as fast as you can. While you're doing that, I'll run for the raft."
"You got it, lady."
Using what little was left of her magical strength to pull the sunlight into the not-quite-ideal rock made Haswar's head spin, and the gash behind her ear throbbed even more, but sheer determination forced her to keep going as long as she dared. She felt a trickle of blood coming from her nose by the time she was finished, but she couldn't worry about that yet. She looked down at her handiwork and smiled when she saw light shining forth from inside the rock. Haswar took another brief moment to make sure she was steady enough on her feet to run before she handed the stone to Caylin who took it in his beak and flared his wings and hesitated, waiting for her signal.
"Now!"
In a flurry of crimson feathers, Caylin took to the air and swooped around to dive at the hole in the hillside where they were being watched. He heard the chatter of startled squirrels inside but didn't let it distract him as he threw the rock with a toss of his head into the hole, squeezed his eyes shut, and banked to the left to fly away. With his eyes shut, he didn't see that the light captured in the rock flared in a whirling beam as soon as it disappeared into the hill, triggered by the sudden darkness. All Caylin heard was the startled and pained squeaks and shrieks of the squirrels as they were blinded by the white light.
On the ground, Haswar bolted for the stream on all four paws and did not stop when she reached the raft. She grabbed it as she ran and shoved it into the water with her full momentum, gripping it tightly as the water pulled at both it and her. She didn't climb onto the surface of the raft until she was sure the water was carrying her away. Once on the raft, Haswar let out a sigh and sagged in relief. A chirp brought her attention back up to the sky, and she smiled when Caylin flitted down to join her on the raft. "Good work," she praised him once his footing on the bobbing sticks was secure.
"You too," he responded with a grin. "If you don't mind, I'll stay with you until we get somewhere less...squirrelly. Never know if we might need your flashy tricks again."
Haswar snorted. "I don't mind, but I'm going to need a long nap and one hell of a big cup of ale before I'll be performing any tricks again any time soon." With that, she settled onto the raft with her new friend and carefully steered it downstream and away from their living nightmare.
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Maeko-Hana rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 3:12 pm
Fauna Round One: Success Round Two: Failure Round Three: Failure
The beast is after you, her jaws spread wide as squirrels cheer on her chase in the distance. Only narrowly managing to dodge her snapping maw it becomes clear that she's toying with you, her horrible laugh haunting your retreat ad you come across a rocky outcropping atop the hillside.
There's plenty of crags, some you might fit into even, but if she couldn't reach you her guard would eventually. Beyond the outcropping a steep drop would see you hundreds of feet into a stony valley. It might be best to watch your step should you remain here...
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Panic, Panic! All Fauna could think of was getting away, staying alive. Skidding on the rocks and dirt as she scurried, she grabbed on to the nearest root or shrub to keep from skidding backwards. Eventually pulling herself to the top, she quickly scanned her surroundings. Those squirrels probably knew this area better than she, but she was far tinier. Squeezing into one of the many crags, she continued to scurry, staying out of sight. They may be small and know the area, but she was smaller and had far better vision. She decided to hunker down until dark, then make a break for it.
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Maeko-Hana rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 3:15 pm
Charlemagne Round One: Success Round Two: Success Round Three: Success
Another look and you realize your pursuer, a wolf. She bares her teeth at you and yelps angrily. "Cursed beast! You dare toy with my pawns? Make a fool out of me? I've had beasts for supper twice your size!" She'd snap and scrape at the foot of your ascent, unable to climb up to your perch- only to be pelted with a barrage of nuts and stones from the trees around you.
Squirrels. Tens of them. "Pawns?! Stupid, fat old wolf, we don't need your protection!" "You're like a mangey ol' leech, eattin' us when we don't feed you yer supper'" "Get off ta the Dead Wood with ya!" Seems rather than accept the fate of having another one of their leaders eaten, your escape has spurned a bit of a revolution. They trade venom as you're left there watching the wolf creep backwards near the cliff side.
What's a beast to do?
--- “That’s it, you brave beasts!” Charlemagne called out from the tree he had perched in. He was proud of them, fighting back against the oppression. “Not much of a beast now, are you? Just a bully…as sheep in wolves clothing!” He felt as though he could say anything from the safety of the tree, but he best move on back to Fangroot before he riled everyone up too much. The wolf slowly moved backwards, getting ever nearer the edge of the cliff, not at all watching where she was heading. Charlemagne took off and glanced back to see her tottering on the edge. After he was a good distance away, he looked back again…but saw nothing…
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Maeko-Hana rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 3:16 pm
Perion Round One: Success Round Two: Failure Round Three: Failure
The beast is after you, her jaws spread wide as squirrels cheer on her chase in the distance. Only narrowly managing to dodge her snapping maw it becomes clear that she's toying with you, her horrible laugh haunting your retreat ad you come across a rocky outcropping atop the hillside.
There's plenty of crags, some you might fit into even, but if she couldn't reach you her guard would eventually. Beyond the outcropping a steep drop would see you hundreds of feet into a stony valley. It might be best to watch your step should you remain here...
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Battered and Bruised, but not going down easily. Perion bounded up the hillside, teetering on the edge for a moment. I’m not letting that Wolf have me, and I’ll be damned if I let those squirrels get the better of me again. He had two roads away from them, and neither was all that appealing. Still, it was better then turning back. With a deep breath, he centered himself, then took a leap. He went tumbling down amongst the crags and outcroppings, bashing and bumping as he went. The pain was excruciating, but he managed to keep from screaming…too loudly anyways. Landing at the bottom he felt as though he may be dead, and so did the squirrels looking over the edge at him as he lay there limply. “Oh forget him!” they eventually said and went back inside. After what seemed to be a lifetime, Perion got up onto his wobbly limbs and began to limp away in what he hoped was the direction of Hallowmarl.
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Maeko-Hana rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 3:17 pm
Sage Round One: Success Round Two: Failure Round Three: Critical Failure
The beast is after you, her jaws spread wide as squirrels cheer on her chase in the distance. Only narrowly managing to dodge her snapping maw it becomes clear that she's toying with you, her horrible laugh haunting your retreat ad you come across a rocky outcropping atop the hillside.
There's plenty of crags, some you might fit into even, but if she couldn't reach you her guard would eventually. Beyond the outcropping a steep drop would see you hundreds of feet into a stony valley. It might be best to watch your step should you remain here...
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The first thing she did was run for cover, hiding amongst the crags. But her fight was hardly over. From her concealed spot, she began hurling the biggest rocks she could lift, which seemed like mere pebbles to the wolf. After a while of laughing at her brave yet pathetic attempt, they went back to their dinner…well, all but one…he stayed with the Wolf, as a dinner guest. “Ha! Take that!” she said, happy to pretend that perhaps she had scared them off. Winding her way in and out of the crags, she made her way to somewhere that looked familiar. It wasn’t her home in Fleuve, but it would do for now!
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Maeko-Hana rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 3:18 pm
Reina Round One: Success Round Two: Success Round Three: Critical Success
Another look and you realize your pursuer, a wolf. She bares her teeth at you and yelps angrily. "Cursed beast! You dare toy with my pawns? Make a fool out of me? I've had beasts for supper twice your size!" She'd snap and scrape at the foot of your ascent, unable to climb up to your perch- only to be pelted with a barrage of nuts and stones from the trees around you.
Squirrels. Tens of them. "Pawns?! Stupid, fat old wolf, we don't need your protection!" "You're like a mangey ol' leech, eattin' us when we don't feed you yer supper'" "Get off ta the Dead Wood with ya!" Seems rather than accept the fate of having another one of their leaders eaten, your escape has spurned a bit of a revolution. They trade venom as you're left there watching the wolf creep backwards near the cliff side.
What's a beast to do?
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“I didn’t toy with anyone!” She called from the tree, “Do not blame me!” She should have run away right then, but the charitable side to her personality prevented her from abandoning the squirrels. After all, they had helped her. No, she would stay there until she knew they were all safe from the wolf. The squirrels continued to pelt the wolf with rocks and nuts and anything they could find, forcing her closer and closer to the cliffs edge. One second she was fine, the next she was tumbling away down the steep cliff. Reina winced and turned away, saying a quick prayer for the poor pathetic beast…and then she moved as fast as her body could take her, leaping from tree to tree as she escaped the danger zone.
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Maeko-Hana rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 3:19 pm
Dagney Round One: Critical Failure Round Two: Critical Failure Round Three: Success!
You spook your assailants back so much that when you surmount the wall side, you have time to put space between you and a half-dozen surprised squirrels standing round one angry looking startled wolf. Now is not a time for idle banter, now is a time for making a dash for it down the hillside. Still... they're gaining on you, and that wolf doesn't look too happy to have her prey surprise her so.
It seems for a while like they might catch you too, and in such a rush you nearly run into a familiar wildcat clad in blue cloak who had been meandering by on a path. Looking back, you only have catch a glimpse of a white flash as the sound of glass breaking heralds an eruption of fire, the feline having broken some beaker in the wolf's wake to leave her thrashing, engulfed in flames. The Alchemist shop keep flees from the scene as the squirrels hurriedly try to put out the wolf, only managing to fan the flames higher. Well, they're distracted all right, if you're to make a move it best be quick!
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“AHA!” Dagney shouted as he pounced out at everyone. Having learned from prior failure, he wasn’t about to stick around. Curling into a ball, he quickly rolled himself down the hill. Once he reached the bottom he uncurled, but made sure to keep his back to them all. If he was going to be eaten, he was going to leave them with a nasty set of splinters on the way down. But no worries, because someone had his back. Out of nowhere, a flash of blue, a crash, a spark…Whoever it was, Dagney owed them a debt of gratitude, but neither of them stuck around to say anything to the other. Scurrying like a rabid mouse, he made his way clear of danger.
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kamileunaire rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 4:54 pm
Skark Round 1 FAILURE Round 2 SUCCESS Round 3 SUCCESS
Lo and behold! A raft! A bound together craft of sticks and string rests upon the shore, an escape surely if only you (and anyone who might have joined you) can avoid prying eyes... like those peering out a hole up above. Will there never be an end to these squirrel bastards? Time for a quick escape!
Roll: 1..plus 3 bonus for saving the critter? :'3
The sudden sound of angry chattering behind them told Skark that he didn't really have the time to rest. He hopped forward quickly when the sound reached his ears, and the little sparrow followed right behind him, not having to be told. His shining black eyes scanned the river before them and quickly fell upon the raft. It seemed almost too perfect, as if it were a trap, but his wings and body ached. It would be good to float down away from these horrid rodents before he had to fly anywhere again. Taking another quick glance upwards, he suddenly recognized the place even better. Yes, he'd been in the area that night, before they had kidnapped him. At least it'd be relatively easy to find his way back to Fangroot. Boy, if anyone ever found out that he had been kidnapped by tree-leapers, he'd never live it down, even if he -had- set quite a few on fire.
He hopped down to the river side, and dragged the raft to the water with the help of his tiny brown companion, who was oddly silent. She was just as focused as getting away as he was, really, and soon, they were both on the raft, in the water, speeding away on the current. With no time to spare either, as several enraged, singed up squirrels poured out from the hole of the big burrow, screaming and cursing. He snorted, and settled down on the damp floor of the primitively constructed craft to catch his breath. "Watch our back. Make sure zhey do not follow." he said in his dark voice, giving the sparrow the eye. She blinked nervously, and turned to watch their back, while he kept watch on where they were headed.
Skark almost expected something else horrible to happen, for something to be waiting for them downstream...but nothing came, and after a while, he started to relax. This had been one of the most harrowing ordeals he'd lived through in some time, and he'd lost his favorite shawl out of it. It angered him a great deal, but he'd just have to find the mouse who'd done it before and have her sew another clasp on a different piece of fabric. There was no way he would ever get his old one from the squirrels. He heaved a sigh, and then glanced back to the sparrow, who was still doing what he'd told her to do, though she looked very tired. He was hit with the sudden strong temptation to take her life and make a meal out of her, but he decided not to after a moment, narrowing his eyes. It would take more effort than it was worth to get the body somewhere where he could eat it in safety. No, he'd let this one go, even if she hadn't been particularly useful.
"Thank you, sir. For cutting me loose. I'd have died, for sure." she finally said in a very soft voice. He sneered to himself, and looked back at her with a grim light in his eyes.
"Have to be careful in the future. Something vorse vill get you, next time." he inwardly relished the fearful look that came to the sparrow's eyes, and then stood, stretching his sore, but not unusable, wings. "I am leaving now. Farevell, little one." he said, and took off from the boat, leaving the little sparrow to her own fate. As he sped upwards and above the treeline, he breathed a true sigh of relief, knowing that no one could touch him up in the sky.
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ladyumbra rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 5:39 pm
Lanette Farrah had not been slowed by the thorns for long and now she had her squirrel minions behind her, all of them after Lanette. There was no doubt in her mind that if they caught her there would be no more fooling around, they'd just kill her outright. Filled with renewed hope though Lanette was not about to let that happen. She was fast approaching a rapidly rushing stream though and it gave her an idea. Lanette launched herself into the air, toes lifting off the ground as sharp teeth grazed her tail feathers. She flapped her damaged and strained wings as hard as she could to gain the safety of height. Even as her former captors circled below and shouted obscenities in anger Lanette knew she wasn't safe yet. Hoping for the best Lanette gave a screech of defiance and dove for the other side of the stream. She might not be able to stay aloft very long but as the little own became a brown and white blur she knew she hadn't needed to. With her gained height she'd been able to make an angled descent that would carry her to safety. Much to Farrah and the squirrels displeasure Lanette landed on the wet grass of the other side of the stream bank, an impassable torrent of water between them. Exhausted from the effort and unable to even hobble to further safety Lanette hunched down near the rushing water and watched as the she-wolf and her minions turned away dejectedly, all of them snapping at each other now.
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ShadowFox-Sama rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 8:34 pm
Round 1 SUCCESS Round 2 FAILURE Round 3 SUCCESS
Your flight down the hill is one dogged by wolf and squirrel alike, their jeers drown out by the deafening thump of your racing heart. Downhill there rushes a stream, it's pace fast and it's body wide, and you'll have to slow down or else you'll end up barreling right into it.
If you slow down, however, you're sure to have at least a dozen of those furry little bastards on you in seconds.
Time for a daring get away plan!
Hold for Haile - will type up... sometime tonight!!
Haile didn’t dare look over his shoulder. Why bother, when he knew what was there? He could hear the angry chatter of squirrels, the raucous snarling of Ferrah, and above all, the thunder of scores of paws as they tore after him the way comets cut sluices through the sky. He knew well enough that the thorns had only been so effective, and that he had angered the magnificent creature to a point considered suicide to most; and, should he let up even the slightest, he would quickly be taken into her snapping jaws and swallowed in as few as six good bites.
Maybe five.
Either way, he knew he needed to keep running. His head start was only marginal, and any hesitation - or trip-up, or stumble - would cost him his life. Never before had Haile run quite so fast, body seething with adrenaline that all but killed any pain he should have been feeling, head down and claws digging into earthen ground; but he couldn’t keep up the pace, not forever. He needed an escape, some sort of distraction or aid, something that would slow down the army at his tail… or perhaps something that would speed up his escape, either would work well. He needed… he needed…
A stream! Oh, Thank Tree, what a beautiful sight! His bleary, tear-stung eyes made it out as a hissing blue streak not so far ahead, and crying out, he urged his aching limbs faster. It was a mighty thing, and it was coming quickly, rushing toward him even as the sound of the advancing army clashed louder and louder behind; he needed a quick plan, automatically noting speed and distance, gauging depth and visibility, more than pleased to see it was a less-than-clean specimen and only marginally saddened to see it was far too wide for him to leap with only three working limbs. But there were rushes and reeds decorating the sudden slip of land that led to its burbling waters, and quite sure what to do, Haile dived. He took hold of a reed, pressing it into his palm as his body hit rushing river with a colossal SPLASH…
The water was dark, cold, and brutal; it was alive with bits of bracken, leaves and dirt, and it pummeled the little fox as he snapped the reed from its roots. He was pushed to the bottom, where his shoulders kicked up mud and debris, madly chewing at the reed and limiting the rush of bubbles that tried to creep through his nostrils. His eyes burned, and he could not see. His lungs ached, and he knew he couldn’t hold his breath forever. But he nearly had it, he was nearly through -
The squirrels crowded along the stream’s banks, watching the turpid water with confusion plastered on their faces. The great black wolf, snarling and dripping slather, paced about, shouting, ”WHERE IS HE? WHERE DID THAT FORSAKEN BEAST GO? YOU ALL HAD BETTER FIND HIM! I PROMISE A THOUSAND PAINS IF YOU DO NOT…!”
Like good little cronies, they began the most thorough search that a hoarde of squirrels can perform. Many of them ran the length of the stream, watching the twisting waters. Others tried to swim across, but found that the current was a bit too much, and could be counted as dead and drowned further down the stream, where their bodies caught in roots and branches of floating trees. They could search as long as they wanted, but never would they find the fox where he had managed to hide.
His tail had saved him, primarily; loose and ragged as it was, it had tangled in a set of rushes on the opposite shore some few meters from where he had fallen in. he twisted himself into them further, down amongst their roots, and with his chewed reed, he had created a breathing tube. He was right underneath their noses, eyes squeezed shut and body frozen as he did his best to avoid their eyes, waiting with the patience of the stars themselves until the sound of their searching became faded and distant. They would search down to where the stream met the bigger river, and in the opposite direction if they pleased, but they would never find Haile the fox.
He could wait. He had time.
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ShadowFox-Sama rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 8:37 pm
Round 1 FAILURE Round 2 SUCCESS Round 3 FAILURE
Three squirrels in bone mask drag you down a gravel rough riverbank to to a still pool's edge. Without any further words your head is forced down under the water, a bleak end to such a dogged tail.
(If you attempted to save the creature in the cave and failed, the following also applies.)
You think you might be done for, your vision going fuzzy as you run out of breath.. when suddenly and without warning you are pulled from the water. The squirrel that had been holding you down having gotten bowled over by the creature from before, who had apparently gotten loose and in turn has come to save your furry behind. Better get running!
Hold for Mikal - will type up sometime tonight!
This was how a martyr might feel. This was the pain suffered by the ones who set their lives to the flames to help others in dire need of some help. This was… for all accounts and purposes… probably the worst thing Mikal had ever put his body through, and never again would he allow himself to be quite so stupid again.
He should have known that a billion squirrels would not be killed with mere fire, and he probably should have known that somehow he would have botched up the rescue anyways. The little sacrifice would have stood a better chance of surviving if he hadn’t gone and set everything ablaze, and now - dragged along by beasts wearing fearsome skulls - he was to take the squirrel’s place. That was, in essence, the most undesired of positions to be given, and… and what was a Farrah, anyways? Was that where they were taking him? He could hear a river gurgling nearby, and could feel cold spray and damp mud where they drug him. He didn’t thrash about, not this time, more or less terrified into silence as he was thrown to the waters.
Bone masks dipped in close, and strong paws shoved at his head.
And then, he started to die. Water surged into his lungs, and though he thrashed, the squirrels holding him down were much stronger than he was. It was in his eyes, his nostrils, his mouth, his ears. He couldn’t see, mud and bubbles issuing thickly in the dark water, and soon, he couldn’t think. His mind was growing hazy, his body growing slack, unable to hold onto the last bit of oxygen left in his lungs.
He was going to die now. Ah well, it didn’t seem quite so bad anymore…
But then, there was a heavy thud! A raucous yelling fell on deaf ears as Mikal was heaved from the water, blinking up at a sky much too bright and not giving a fig for the scuffle that seemed to have overtaken the river shore. There were several shouts, the sound of fists laying into flesh, and then - why, someone decided to plant a foot in his chest!
Water spouted from his lips, and like a beast resurrected, Mikal surged upwards. “Great TREE and mighty THISTLE my head…” he cried, hacking wildly and finding himself in the care of a rather familiar little tree rat.
“You aright, sir?” a soft, but urgent, voice implored. “You look… green. Gotta spits it all out, else you’ll catch pneumonia later.”
“Urk… do work a bit on your grammar, missie,” Mikal replied blearily, dribbling all over and thankful to the Leaves Above to see the face of a squirrelmaid looming in to beat the last bit of water away. So she hadn’t perished in his unfortunate fires! … though it seemed she was lacking a bit of fur for it all. “Say.. Wha- what happened to those ugly fellows, with the faces?”
But the maid threw her paw into Mikal’s face, taking him up by the ruff and urging him to his feet. “Knocked t’e fellows pullin’ you about into the waters - more are coming, so just - find yer feet already!”
“So you did! So you did…”
But they weren’t dead. They hadn’t even been properly knocked out, and were wading toward the shores with many a curse and a threat on their tongues. The little squirrelmaid, having repaid her debts, was ready to take off running without Mikal if push came to shove; but, Mikal found he could be quick on his paws when necessity called for action. With her bobbing, half-burnt tail leading the way, he trusted her sheer wild instincts to lead them into dark, unknown territory.
She wouldn’t go and lead him into any sort of danger, would she? Not after he had saved her. Naw, he was as good as free now.
Lost, but free.
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Indubitably rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 11:38 pm
BANJORIE
1: Critical Success 2: Marginal Failure 3: Critical Failure
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Her breath came quickly, labored and harsh from a mixture of exertion and pain as she pushed herself at what was, for her, a break-neck speed. Her back paws hit the ground ahead of her front paws repeatedly as she listened to the mocking laughter of the wolf, who was taking her time in pursuit.
However, unlike many, Banjorie felt her heart lighten at the side of the ridge, the rocks and steep climb. She was made for this. Snow, ice, mountains, insurmountable peaks, all of those were accessible to the wolverine-- and not the wolf.
A leap, and she found herself atop a rock, only a brief glance down to the stony valley. She no longer felt any fear, and it was clear in the grin she shot a now irritated wolf, who struggled on slipping stones and gravel to catch up.
"BANJORIE," she shouted to Ferrah, her smile as wolfish as the one she aimed it at. "There is my name, beast."
A short bark of wheezing laughter, as she watched the wolf snap her teeth in the air, finally beginning to traverse the final length. A shake of her heavy coat, and Banjorie went for it, down the side of the hill for the valley below.
Tucking her body as she began to roll at a rapid pace, she smiled to herself, a rumbly sort of growl vibrating her chest nearly as much as the stones she struck.
Soon, she would return, and she would eat Ferrah, and feast upon the flesh of her 'pets'.
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Ellanoire rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 1:52 am
Round 1: Success Round 2: Failure Round 3: l EPIC Success Finale!
Belladonna Ability Scores Body: 2 | Mind: 7 | Soul: 9
Panting, Bells could here the squirrles in the trees behind her. They were fast. Further back she could hear a heavy snapping, and pounding feet. Ferrah seemed to have caught up without too much effort. Belladonna's lungs burned everytime she inhaled, every small rock seemed to be cutting into her paws. She was not made for this sort of thing.
Bells let out a low whimper. It seemed as if her own end was near. She kept running, starting to feel entirley hopeless, wondering if the wolf would catch her or her legs would give out. It really seemed as though it was one or the other.
Then another noise was present in Bells' ears. Rushing water. Her little legs pumped faster. Ahead of her, still on the downhill, was a river. Unlike the little streams she'd been running across. Suddenly it was clear to her that pack of squirrles chasing her had gained a great deal of ground swinging through the trees. And the river was getting closer and closer.
Behind her was a loud chittering, the squirrles had caught sight of her at least. Running as fast she she could each step took her closer and closer to the water. It seemed like she had two choices" slow down and be snapped up into the maw of the wolf or plunge into the current.
Drawing a deep final breath Bells launced herself from the bank, legs peddling in the air, tail streaming behind her. She closed her eyes and plunged into the icy, swift current, letting it draw her along, swimming with it.
Moment later she emerged from the surface of the water and cast an eye to the bank, while struggling to keep her head above the flow. On the bank sat Ferrah, simply watching her go, the squirrles gathered around her. They seemed far from jumping in after her.
Bells tore her eyes from them, and focused on swimming with the current, not fighting it. She knew, somewhere far down river from here, her boat was nestled in the shallows. Now, with some patience and a bit of luck she'd get there.
Silently she thanked her mother for the gift she'd given her, other than her silver tongue - childhood swimming lessons.
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