The one closest to her pounced, a silent, shining, disturbing shadow and Zami readied herself to meet it. She could wrestle it down, no problem...
Or... she thought as she readied her remaining axe, and got a good view of it's armored belly and sharp teeth and claws, Maybe there is a problem.
Still, she would have wrestled it, just for fun, if her shadow hadn't suddenly moved, dragged the borlarn down, and choked it to death.
She turned to Peralian. “Hey!” she shouted, angrily, “That was my kill!” It would likely have killed her, but this fact did not phase her at all, or even enter her consciousness. The creepy swamp was one thing, a fight against big scary fanged monsters? That was a whole other story. “Fine!” she said, tensing, a wild grin on her face, “I'll steal your kill and...” She pounced at the one eying him, shoving it to the side as she attacked it with her axe. “We'll be even!” she said, backing away as she feinted, trying to keep it's attention on her. She retrieved her other axe.
“Come 'n get me.” she spat, tauntingly, at the borlarn, before throwing her axe again and leaping into the fray once more...
(296/900) (1 Bolarn dead)
Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 5:16 pm
DraconicFeline
Peralian laughed. Okay, fair. He had stolen her kill... He let the Borlarn drop tot he ground and tried to reach the other creature with them when a stab of pain hit his head. He cursed and dropped the shadows. Apparently there was a reason Yrral had told him to not use magic just yet. That hurts he though as he slung the staff on his back and pulled out his bow as he sloshed away from the circling Borlarn and Zama, aiming to get to land and string his bow. "Try not to let it bite you.. All I know about these creatures is what my Da's told me.. And one thing he mentioned was they had really strong jaws! They'll probably bite through your bone since you're unarmored!" Another reason to attack from afar!
He stumbled slightly as he got back onto solid ground, only a few feet in front of the carved face. The eyes of it felt like they were boring into his back... not a feeling he liked. He strung his bow and put and arrow to it. The pain in his head had receded, leaving only a soft throb that he could ignore. He let his arrow fly... and muttered unhappily as it hit and bounced off the armor. At least it distracted the one who was try to circle behind Zama.. and the sound of the arrow would alert her to the fact that she had a second one trying to flank her! "One coming up on your flank." He said just in case she didn't notice the bouncing arrow.
Red was only half listening to Peralian – the fight was, understandably, taking up most of her attention. Still, she got the message.
Powerful bite, eh?
That sounded like fun.
The Borlarn charged at her, all muscle and darkness and power, and she dodged out of the way as if it was a sheron in a fighting rink, laughing as it skidded to a halt and glared at her.
The red light of the moon bathed her skin with it's rays, and she felt strong urges welling up inside of her, urges so powerful and so in tune with who she was that she found herself invigorated by them.
She wanted to bash the Bolarn open with her axes – one axe was now buried in its carapace, a good start – and then beat it up and tear it apart. She wanted to take her time and get horribly messy, and not care that she'd have to take a bath later. She wanted to kill. She wanted to kill, and kill, and kill.
She felt vicious in a way she had never felt before... and she found she liked it. She grinned wildly as it began to circle, sizing her up.
Yes.... she liked feeling this way. This powerful, this wild, and this free.
She was riding so high on adrenaline and the dark magic of the moon, that she failed to notice the arrow. Peralian's warning, though, got through, and she turned, suddenly, to face it. She punched it in the nose, feeling her hand crunch under the force of the blow.
She hissed in pain, but was not deterred.
No... the pain only made her feel more wild, more vicious.
Honestly, the punch had done more damage to her hand than to the Borlarn, but it did startle it: Prey did not normally do that to its nose, and it was puzzled for a moment, confused as to what had happened. It was all the time that Red needed to knee it in the chin and, with a speed and strength that surprised even her, drive her remaining axe into the weaker links of its underbelly. It howled in pain and Red could feel its hot blood against her face.
More. I want more.
As it staggered back, she drew her dagger – really just a sharpened piece of flint lashed to a rough 'handle' made of bone – and charged forward, ignoring her dominant hand as its neurons screamed for her attention.
She shoved the distracted beast down and, wrenching her axe from it, stabbed into the wound. The borlarn clawed at her, unable to reach her with its jaws, as she stabbed again, and again, and again, the blood spattering into her face and over her hands and onto her horns.
The other borlarn's bellow alerted her, and it was all she could do to hold the bloodlust back long enough to roll off of the borlarn and out of the way. But, as it sailed over her head and came down a short distance away, she turned her attention back to the wounded borlarn, only to find that it had perished.
She snarled, disappointed, and – unconsciously holding her weapon in her uninjured hand – turned to face the new challenger...
(843/900) (2 borlarn dead... need to get her out of there.)
Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 5:51 pm
DraconicFeline
Peralian, having already seen Zama do crazy wild things in battle, wasn’t a bit surprised when it turned out the girl was going toe to toe with a Borlarn. His mother was like that…. Wonder if she goes into berserk rages too? But, he fit another arrow to his bow; this one was not as effective as Mother was. She was too wounded from just one fight while a second Borlarn was closing in on her. He aimed at its feet, making it jump back with a yelp as he called out to her. While he didn’t really care if she died or lived, the Chief would and so would the Shaman… His parent’s would also be disappointed if he didn’t help her.
“Hey! You’re too hurt. Back off, idiot!” Why was she using a stone weapon, he thought to himself. Stone’s not too good! Peralian clambered onto the statue itself to get a better shot at the creature, but it too bounced off the armor. Should have brought my magic arrows, he thought to himself, but that would have just alerted Yrral.
She wanted to kill. Covered in blood, Zamanavyi turned and snarled viciously at Peralian. Was he calling her an idiot!?
The blood moon's light beat down on her and her sanity (such as it was) was repressed under it's cruel rage. Frenzied, she pounced at him, shoving him back.
She overshot, however, throwing them both beyond the fallen statue, hitting her head in the process. Her horns resonated like tuning forks and she sat there, stunned, as the remaining beast snarled and, reluctantly, walked away into the thick mists, leaving the two of them behind the statue.
(928/900)
Quote:
After losing the fight: As you run away from the creatures towards the huge face you spotted before the fight, the mists swirl about you and a strange scent fills your nose. Leaping across the huge stone head, you can see that it is attached to a huge stone body. This must be the fallen statue! As you hurry past it and look over your shoulder to see where the creatures are, you see that they won't venture past the statue. How odd. The look pissed but fearful and slink back into the mists from which they came, leaving you alone in the silent marsh. Now all you need to do is find the glade surrounded by ruins... As if in response to your thoughts, the moonlight seems to brighten and the mists part briefly, revealing moss covered ruins before a cloud crosses the moon and the mists close up once again. As you walk towards the ruins your foot hits a patch of slime. The strange disgusting scent suddenly increases as your foot slides in the pale orange slime.
Go to Glade or you may flee, Go to Flee.
Zamanavyi came to to a strange smell and an aching head. Her memory was foggy, and she couldn't remember anything but the rage... the glorious rage. She lifted herself painfully to an upright position, rubbing her head and fixing the pelt on her head.
“Wha' happened?” she asked, wincing, “Ah!” she lifted her hand to her face. It was bent at odd angles, and it hurt, the skin around it bruising slowly as she watched. “My hand! What the crap?!” she yelped, holding it as it reminded her – vigorously – that she had broken it.
Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2014 9:03 am
DraconicFeline
Perlaian growled in annoyance when the stupid girl turned and pounced on him. He barely had time to get his bow out of the way so she didn't break it! They fell back and he flapped his wings frantically to keep him from falling like she did.
"Stupid.." He muttered before hopping back onto the statue to see what the last Borlarn was doing. It wouldn't approach; Peralian found that odd. What lies over here that makes it not want to chase us? Well, they'd just have to find out! You've got the same issue my Mom does." Peralian said to Zama with frown. "You're gonna need to learn control and how to recognize friend from roe when in a battle rage cause next time you pounce on me like that I'm shooting an arrow." Why else had she been snarling and attacking like that? At least Ma does it with a weapon and not her fists against armored creatures! He turned away from the mists the Borlarn had left through and snickered when he saw her sitting stunned by the statue. She wasn't even aware of what had been behind him when she'd pounced! She's gonna be difficult, he thought, hopefully she finds someone to teach her to control that otherwise she'll end up hurting her allies.
"You shouldn't attack armor with bare fists." Peralian said in response to her question as she came around. "I didn't bring any bandages or splinting material.... so we'll have to find some out here." He hadn't expected to run into trouble, not trouble he couldn't sneak away from anyways! And if he'd brought his usual gear, than Yrral would have known he was planning to go places he'd been forbidden to! Guess she didn't bring any either if she's just sitting there looking at it.
"Do you even know how to splint a broken bone?" He asked. Hopefully she did.. he didn't want to do so for her.. but he would because he ended her to help since his magic was not an option right now.
She winced, feeling apologetic for all of one moment before going right back to loathing him. “Maybe.” she growled, hissing with pain as she involuntarily moved her hand, “Maybe not.” truth was, Red didn't know, and her hand honestly felt like a mess of horrible pain besides. Grudgingly, she held her hand out to him. “Do you?” she asked, hating every second that she even thought about his help.
Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 10:52 am
DraconicFeline
Peralian swallowed a sigh and looked around for some straight-ish sticks. "Start tearing off strips from your clothes so I can wrap it up." The sticks he saw were all off the path and disgusting. "I'll spiny it when we find some actual non gross sticks that won't infect you."
He went back to Zama and tore off some of his shirt to add to the strips she had to bind the hand. I'll just get a new one.. this is old anyways. He thought to himself as he worked.
"Try not hitting things with that." He said as he stood up and looked around. The clouds above parted just briefly, illuminating some ruins nearby. "Mmm.. that seems interesting." He muttered as he looked around for a path towards it.
Zama tried to do so, but it was difficult to tear anything when one hand refused to work. Her knife had fallen nearby, though, so it was an easy matter to bring it to bear on the cloth.
She gave him another glare. “I'll try.” she grumbled. Thanks she almost said, but didn't.
She stood up, looking at the ruins warily. “Yeah.” she grunted, noncommitally. She couldn't turn back now, so... forward it was!
She tested the ground ahead of her, her face crinkling with misgiving at the stench of the slime. “This place is gross.” she said hotly, taking a step onto the solid ground. Then another. Then another: she seemed to have found a good path. “It's orange.” she mumbled, “How is it orange? Nothing's orange, not really.” Not unless you dyed it.
Another step, and another, and suddenly.
“Ugggh!” she exclaimed, as she slipped and fell into the slime-riddled mud. “Ewww! It's nasty!” she said, sputtering as she got herself to her feet, shuddering at the sudden increase in stench. “What is this crap?!”
Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2014 11:19 am
DraconicFeline
Prompt
The ruins loom out of the mists and as you pause beneath a shattered arch, you can see a pond illuminated by the Blood Moon at the center of the ruins. The reddish gold tint of the moon causes the water to look bloody. All about are patches of that stinking pale slime. Along the edge of the pond you spot the flower that you came here for. Black petals and emitting a dim purple glow, quite visible in the reddish gold light of the moon. Before you start forward, you suddenly hear a gushing sound. Something large and damp approaches. From your left, a huge pale orange-yellow monster steps into the glade, the mists swirling about it. You can see slime oozing out from between it's armored skin and it's single red eye glares about angrily. You've heard rumors of these beasts. The Babosa: hunger incarnate, and dangerous. You thought that they had all been hunted down years ago...
Should you fight it? Or try and sneak about and grab the flower that way? Babosa's have a LUK of 40. If your group cannot beat that, then you must sneak! Go to Sneak! Go to Fight! or you may flee, Go to Flee.
"Crap?" Peralian said with a chuckle as he followed. "Very slimy stuff.... Pungent too." He said as he kept slightly up wind if her... only to find his own foot skidding in a patch or the smelly orange goo as well. Gross! He didn't mind slime.. but not when it smelled like this! He wrinkled his nose and kept on walking, hoping to get rid of the slime before the smell stuck to him. Pausing to dip his boot into the murky waters nearby, he looked around and saw an archway that didn't have slime near it.
Creeping over to it, he peered through and froze. Beyond him lay a pond, the waters dyed red by the moon with mists curling above it in a haze that hide the far side. The site, eery as it was, did not make him freeze. It was the sound of something approaching. The slosh of water as something large moved through the glade. He saw the ripples across the ponds surface as it emerged from the mists. The source of the slime; the Babosa slid through the waters lazily. Aren't they supposed to be dead? Father told me about them... ancient beasts of hunger that the races were forced to kill to stop them from eating whole lands!
It stunk the closer they came to the runs, and Red honestly wanted to go home and puke until she got the smell out of her nose, but Peral wasn't leaving and she hadn't come this far just to go back empty handed.
The water looked like blood and smelled like s**t, but there, in the ruins at the end of a shining, mysterious, murky pond, she saw it:
The flower
It was just like in the rumors, and it was unique. Red did not have any special desire for flowers, but this one... this would prove to that sister of hers that she wasn't a coward.
There it is! she was about to remark to Peral when she noticed the movement in the water. She froze in turn: it was bulbous and golden, it's eye a gleaming, hostile red. “What is that?” she hissed.
For once, Red was faced with a monster she did not want to fight. Something about it, some sense that it was not right, made her instinctively want to run away, as far away as possible, and to Oblivion with the stupid flower. Only the thought of Peralian seeing her flee kept her in place.
“Y'think theres a way past it?” she whispered. If she was staying, then she had to get that flower... But how?
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You are attempting to sneak about and not alert the Babosa. Try not to slip in any of the slime! Roll 1 d100. 1-75: You fail! The Babosa has spotted you! Now someone must run and grab the flower while the rest provide a distraction then you all get to run away! If you have a Group LUK of 40 then you may try to fight it, Go to Fight! If not, then you get to RP a running battle/distraction. 76-100: You succeed! The Babosa is unaware of your presence. As someone sneaks off to grab the flower, another person spots a shiny object behind a fallen pillar. This person finds: 1x Green Taming Jewel and x2 Kiandri Dragon Orbs Per person in group.
Fail at Sneaking (will act as decoy so Zama can get her flower... and if she rolls high enough she gets the loot!)
Peralian looked at the Babosa and sighed. "It's... something that's supposed to have been hunted out a long time ago. Babosa is what my Da called it. Pure appetite and aggression..... I.. think we should just sneak away form this one." He knew he could not face it. Even with his magic and the Blood Moon he wasn't sure he'd be able to fight it. It's sheer size, the disgusting grace with which it moved across the land told him it could and would strike faster than he would expect, and the aura about it. How long has this thing been here, he thought. How long has it survived in this secret marsh?
He took a few steps to the side, trying to get to a pile of fallen rubble behind one of the arches. If he climbed up there he was certain he'd get a good view of the area... However, his foot hit a patch of slime and slipped out from under him. He hit the ground with a thud and cursed out loud as he felt the disgusting slime under his stomach as his nose came too close to another patch and overwhelmed him with its gross stench. This shirt is getting burned, he thought to himself as he started to pick himself up before stopping at the change in the atmosphere.
The Babosa stopped and turned ponderously towards the sound it'd heard. It moved quickly towards that location, and Peralian could see through the broken remains of the wall it approaching.
"s**t... Get your flower while it's concentrating on me and lets get out of here!" He hissed in coarse whisper to Zama as he got to his feet and started to run, knowing he needed a head start if he was to get out of here.
Red was inclined to agree – she didn't want to look at it, let alone touch it. Despite her dislike of the hybrid boy, her heart still did a doubletake as the monster looked at him. “Peral!” she called, get out of there!
But the flower... She had to get the flower, or it would all be for naught... She ran, nearly tripping in the slime, before skidding onto dry land and nearly ripping the flower out by its roots. It came up, gleamig and pulsing eerily in her uninjured hand, apparently along with a bag it had grown around, it's roots choking the neck of the bag. She glanced at it quickly and had no time to do anything about it before shoving it in her belt and getting MOVING.
She leaped over the hideous beast and kicked, grabbing Peral's hand with her own on the rebound and dragging him up and forward, towards the way out.
“Lets get out of here!” she yelled, looking back as the monster screeched with it's many-toothed mouth...
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Finished:
If you failed in the fight or sneaking, then as you are leaving area with the dead white tree you spot a half buried damp sack. Inside it are:
x2 Ysali Orbs and a climbing set or each person.
You have (or don't depending on how you rp-ed the Glade encounter) the flower that will 'prove' your courage. Now all you have to do is meet up with the one who challenged you to this test! Please rp leaving and eventually meeting up with the person who challenged you. Rp this encounter and then you are done with the Adventure! To test yourself again, you must wait until the Blood Moon rises next year. If you have 500+ words, you may count this as an RP req. Post in the Finished Adventure thread if you received items. If you went up a level then post in the stat thread for that!
Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2014 3:47 pm
DraconicFeline
And Done! Much fun was had! They shall have to meet again on Aisko when they get there :3 (and discuss the adult book Peral found but has yet to crack open) We can rp a bit more if you want
Peralian was already moving, dodging and trying to keep something between him and the Babosa. He would have just left... but he'd come here with another and while she was irritating he would just leave her to die. Mother would be very disappointed! So would Yrral.. though he'd be more angry Peral was sure. Plus he'd know, just somehow know, that Peralian had left her to die when he could have stuck around and she'd have lived.
So he dodged until finally she got her stupid flower and ran over to him to drag him along. He saved his breath for running instead of making a snarky comment on how he was already running so no need to tell him!
After they ran past the white tree he slowed down. He could no longer hear the Babosa and he didn't want to run into the Borlarn that had survived their last encounter. Looking around he saw a skeleton underneath a low bush, half sunk into the marsh. More importantly he saw it's pack! Looking around and seeing no creatures nearby and hearing none either, he figured he could chance it. he half walked half swam to get it, hoping there was nothing living in the marsh as he swam back to safety with teh pack.
"Look, some other person died in here." He said as he crawled out, dripping in grey brown ooze like mud. "Might as well not leave empty handed right?"
He squelched the rest of the way out, wanting a bath and change of clothing all thoughts of secrets and magic gone after the scare of the Babosa. He'd leave this place alone till he was older and strong enough to take on a Babosa!
