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Teigra generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
2!
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 Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 11:56 am
Keppit Silvia roll a rando 1-5 either here or in the main thread please. ((*randos*))
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Teigra generated a random number between
1 and 5 ...
4!
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 12:02 pm
Keppit Tarke As you flail madly, the creatures all around you start to whoop and holler at you... before you know it, they're dropping down out of the trees onto you... roll/ rando a number between 1-5 please, either here or in the main thread.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 12:06 pm
Keppit Koriss "'ere, 'e wants to be cooked raw." the bushes chuckled. "Of course he does! We couldn't very well cook him cooked, you idiot." This time even more bushes chuckled. "I thought you were going to try and get a kiss, Giffle?" came a voice... "Neh, he's not going to kiss me..." Suddenly you feel a tapping on your left hanch, as you turn around you find one of the creatures tapping you... "Are you?" asked the creature, who's voice identifies him as Giffle.
"Err...w-what?" he finally stammered in reply. Koriss was completely confused now...they went from talking about cooking and eating him, to one of them wanting a kiss? What? "I...I don't know? I mean...did you want a kiss or something?"
Great Tree, if it'd get him out of here alive...
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 1:24 pm
Silvia
Your acorn misses (unfortunately) but at least the little buggers didn't catch it and fling it back, that's one thing. You're left standing alone on the path you've been on, with the little voices still in the air above you. "She's a feisty one though, in't she?" called one behind you. "that she is..." replied another. "I want to give her a hug..." - "DO IT DO IT!" the voices came faster and faster, each jeering the one on... until suddenly a small brown gnomelike creature dropped out of the tree at you. The little body getting closer and closer until it landed on your face. Do you fling it off? Beat on it? Freak out?
Leslie
As you're running away one of the little creatures flings himself at your feet, causing you to tumble and roll over it... before you know it, your pie and bucket are rolling into the hands of one of the little creatures, and five others have you pinned down by all your limbs. A sixth one climbs up onto your chest and sits down to talk. "Let's talk."
Tarke
Unfortunately, four of the creatures drop on you, and four is more than enough to pin down a bird of your size and stature... You're left laying on your back with one on each wing, one on your tail, and the fourth sitting on your little bird chest. They're a little over half your size. "Let's talk." says the one on your chest. "You need to chill out a little, cause you're taking the game to a level where you're going to get hurt and we're not there yet."
Koriss
The little gnome grabbed your leg in his grubby hands and began to climb your body before you knew what was happening... on his way up towards your face (your minor struggles have no effect so far) he licks your shoulder and smacks his lips and looks off in thought... then he addresses you to your face... face to face. "You see, you WOULD taste good, but that's not always the game... This here?" He gestured to Korriss's face with his free hand... "This is kiss or kill... this space here I mean. The only reason two beasts ever get this close is to kiss each other, or kill each other." He stopped staring right into your eyes. "KISS OR KILL... KISS OR KILL" The trees began to chant.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 1:55 pm
Keppit Silvia Your acorn misses (unfortunately) but at least the little buggers didn't catch it and fling it back, that's one thing. You're left standing alone on the path you've been on, with the little voices still in the air above you. "She's a feisty one though, in't she?" called one behind you. "that she is..." replied another. "I want to give her a hug..." - "DO IT DO IT!" the voices came faster and faster, each jeering the one on... until suddenly a small brown gnomelike creature dropped out of the tree at you. The little body getting closer and closer until it landed on your face. Do you fling it off? Beat on it? Freak out?
They started reminding her more of bored children than bandits or true predators. Bored, mischievous children. Now that...she could deal with for sure.
At the sound of the final challenge, she looked up just as the small, fuzzy...creature dropped out of the tree and onto her face. Luckily, she'd already assessed the threat level to be marginal, and so had sheathed her blade. Instead, she opted for a different sort of counterattack as the fuzzy 'thing' attached itself to her face.
The greatest counterattack of all, especially useful on small children she'd discovered, as well as many adults.
The dreaded Tickle Attack.Keppit Tarke Unfortunately, four of the creatures drop on you, and four is more than enough to pin down a bird of your size and stature... You're left laying on your back with one on each wing, one on your tail, and the fourth sitting on your little bird chest. They're a little over half your size. "Let's talk." says the one on your chest. "You need to chill out a little, cause you're taking the game to a level where you're going to get hurt and we're not there yet."
Stuck like this, he was forced to listen to what the little beast was saying...and he tilted his head in confusion at the result. "Game? What game? You threatened to take my shinies! That's not a fun game!" He pouted, both disappointed that he hadn't been told this was a game or the rules...and that he didn't like the game anyway, if it threatened his shinies.Keppit Koriss The little gnome grabbed your leg in his grubby hands and began to climb your body before you knew what was happening... on his way up towards your face (your minor struggles have no effect so far) he licks your shoulder and smacks his lips and looks off in thought... then he addresses you to your face... face to face. "You see, you WOULD taste good, but that's not always the game... This here?" He gestured to Korriss's face with his free hand... "This is kiss or kill... this space here I mean. The only reason two beasts ever get this close is to kiss each other, or kill each other." He stopped staring right into your eyes. "KISS OR KILL... KISS OR KILL" The trees began to chant.
Still, how serious were these creatures? He couldn't even tell how many of them were in the trees! They could outnumber him horribly, and he wasn't much of a fighter really anyway. Best to humor them, no matter what they called their 'game' rather than anger them and take his chances. Best to look a fool than dead.
"Well, if that's the choices," he tried to reason out calmly, the little creature's breath tempting him to wrinkle his nose. "I guess I'd have to go with 'kiss', since I like being alive and er...I'd rather not do any killing myself," he tried to chuckle lightheartedly, in a sad attempt to diffuse the tension of the situation.
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 1:56 pm
Leandar frowned, he was saddened that his arrow had missed. Leandar wasn't one to discriminate about gender on the battlefield; Marceline was a member of the Hallowmarl Court after all. The wildcat was ferocious, but he wasn't stupid. For a moment Leandar feigned defeat, thinking quickly, the feline came upon a strategy. Using the resourcefulness that he had learned from a life in the desert, he produced a potion: Sleeping Drought, a potion that causes those who drink it to sleep. Raising the concoction in the air, he offered it to the gnomes as a sort of white flag. They didn't seem too smart, perhaps they'd drink anything. 
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 3:41 pm
"EEEEIGAH!"
It was out of shock... no wait... really... no... no.. it was... um... Etto practicing his theatrics. Yep. That's why he took a couple startled steps back.
Granted, the fact that the creature looked like half a burnt mouse covered in mud helped his um... acting skills.
After regaining his usual flawless composure, Etto stared forward.
"Pot would be calling the kettle black then eh?"
He jabbed at the creature's belly with the longer of the two sticks. After all, at this point, he wasn't sure if he should even waste effort being horribly offended at a creature that looked like THIS, calling him tubby.
Though it didn't stop him looking not too much unlike a poultry-bird eying up an opponent. Etto's feathers were just ruffled far too easily.
(Ba-dum tisch)
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 5:16 pm
Keppit You hear the voice again... "Who's Rhys? He yer boyfriend?" The voice seems to be coming from right over your shoulder. If you spin around generate a random number between 1 and 5... if you run, then to you go further into the tunnel? Or back out?
So this wasn't Rhys teasing her and maybe it wasn't a joke either. Well this little mouse would not be intidated, she had suffered enough lately and wasn't going to just let someone taunt her. So she turned around so that she could face who it was, "Leave me alone."((I rolled a 3 in the main thread))
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2011 6:44 pm
Keppit Jeeves As you try to nestle back down into your comfort zone, you get splashed on the head and chest with something wet and warm... as you start to open your eyes you notice that it's looking yellow and smelling quite... personal... "Ooh, yer aim is gettin' better Fillip." - "I know! But it's my calling card... sort of like, a personal hello, if you will." The treetops chuckled at you. "Well, I can definately say this is a first" Jeeves groaned outloud. "I suppose this means you find me utterly distasteful?" he tried his best to sound utterly neutral. He then attempted to shake what he could out of his fir and move slightly from the pile of foliage to see if he could view his attackers from above.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 4:51 am
Marceline and Finn were roaming the forest looking for good sturdy sticks to take back to the desert. With these, they could make arrows- there wasn't much wood in the desert that was good for that sort of thing. They'd been fairly successful, with quite a lot of good straight sticks in their bundle. The cat was keeping her eyes out for flints for points, while Finn was busy herding his pet beetle along. As she knelt to look at a particularly interesting rock, a voice echoed from the trees."Hey, you... you look like you eat good enough to be good enough to eat..."
The tabby's ears perked and her eyes widened. Pulling the little squirrel close, she shushed him silently with a gesture. She couldn't see the creature, but it could definitely see them. "Aww, thank you!" she said. "I haven't been told that I look good enough to eat since I was a little kitten at my grandmama's knee! What a quaint ol' expression!" Her sweet voice belied her unsheathing her claws and readying a slingstone.
Finn picked up on the cat's cues pretty quickly and choked up on the stick he used as a club. Nudging Beemo to get behind him, he scanned the forest floor for any holes and good tree roots. If he had to run and climb, he wanted to find the best way up.
Clarion had spent the day gathering herbs in the forest. He already had a big bagful and was preparing to return, when he heard a voice."Hey, you... you look like you eat good enough to be good enough to eat..." The ferret glanced around, slightly nervous- he remembered Canker Blossom- but didn't see or smell a badger. Nervously, he looked around a little more, hoping that he didn't come across a snake. It was probably some kid, being annoying. Kids could do that on occasion.
Eglantine woke up with her face in a shrub. There was a ladybug crawling across her paw and her vest had been filled with acorns. One eye was a bit puffy, and there was a large bruise on her left pawpad... and there was a heart sloppily shaved into the fur on her left arm. Ohtree. What had happened last night? She remembered fighting with some hedgehogs, then somebody pulled out this purple bottle and... Where were her pants?
Slightly panicked, the cat jumped up, startling the ladybug and getting a twig in her nose. Her hat at least was still somehow magically on her head. The bug cheeped at her angrily, but she shouted at it to stop judging her as she dashed about, looking for her pants. As it dawned on her that she hadn't been wearing pants, she heard a voice. "Hey, you... you look like you eat good enough to be good enough to eat...
" She spun around and didn't see anybody. Well. If there really was a threat to her, it would be unlikely that she didn't see it. So she ignored the voice and continued to look around for any lost possessions and any unconscious hedgehogs.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 1:12 pm
Roland turned back around to face the voice he heard, but again found nothing and no one. He was quiet for a moment, thinking about what they said. A game where he had to figure out how to get them to leave him alone? He hadn't played a lot of games at the orphanage and he'd also never had to try to get the others to leave him alone. They just kind of gravitated away from him saying that he was 'boring' or 'no fun'. He still kind of wanted to see what he was talking to, but he suddenly felt the need to try to win this 'game'. He had a feeling he could do it. All he had to do was be how he had been at the orphanage, right? Then they would just decide he was boring and go find someone else to bother. It made sense to him at least. Once he had decided to try this 'game', he said, "I can't lose if I don't play," and turned away from where he thought the voices were, continuing on his way. He was playing, though, because he wanted to win.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 1:25 pm
Leslie let out a surprised cry when he felt something at his feet causing him to trip and tumble forward. A moment later, he was laying on his back watching his bucket roll away and then, suddenly, he felt a weight on each of his limbs and then one of his chest that made him lose his breath for a moment. Whether it was because of the creature's weight or because of it's looks, he wasn't sure. He stared up at it, his body still shaking and his eyes welling up with tears, as it said, "Let's Talk" His lip trembled as he tried to hold back the tears, his mind filling with regrets. Why did he have to go to Mossflower? He should've stayed home where it was safe. Who cared if he'd met someone nice and gotten a few items. It wasn't worth this. He tried his best to calm down before forcing out the word, "O-Okay." He couldn't help but think that his life was going to end today... All for a bucket and a piece of pie.
((You didn't describe them in the post for Leslie, but I thought, since the one wants to talk to him, that they became visible? At least that one? I can change it if they aren't supposed to be.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 1:55 pm
Imogen stared in surprise at the creature that appeared when her bag's flap flew open. It was a rather ugly looking thing, but it was also something that she'd never seen before, which made her extremely curious about it. So much so that she had forgotten about Ches for the moment. When the gnome said that he was magic, Imogen couldn't help but think, At least he finally answered, though she still wished he had been some sort of inventor instead. She didn't remember that Ches was in danger until the gnome suddenly made him disappear to prove his point, causing Imogen to say, "No!" a feeling of guilt replacing her earlier curiosity. She then looked back to the gnome as he said that if she wanted him back, she would have to kiss him. She knelt down, thinking at first that it was her only option, but as she settled closer to the ground and the creature's height, she began to think that maybe it wasn't. The still curious part of her mind was trying to figure out what, exactly, the gnome had done to Ches. She knew that there was greater magic than what she could do, that there were amazing tricks like teleportation, but she had thought that you had to teleport with whatever you were teleporting. She could be wrong. There was another option, though. The gnome had been invisible before, hadn't it? She stared at the spot where Ches had been, wondering if he too was just invisible. Hesitating for a short moment, she soon reached out her paw to check for her small friend, hoping that she simply couldn't see him, that he was still there.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 2:31 pm
Epra had booted Tuck out of their tunnel home for the day, having been frustrated at the squirrel boy's recent destruction (or nearly thereof) of their home. The boy had too much energy for her tastes. Sighing, the shrew decided to walk the tunnels of Hallowmarl to calm herself. Anything to get away from the scene that had previously been her nice and tidy home.
"I know! I'll go soak in the bathspring!" Epra told herself, cheering up instantly. The soak would be very nice. Her mind made up, the shrew headed down the tunnels towards the natural warm spring.
"Hey, you."
Her mind already on the wondrous soak she was about to treat herself to, Epra was startled. She started to respond when the voice continued on.
"You like you eat good enough to be good enough to eat."
The shrew closed her mouth, shocked. She glanced around the tunnels, seeing no one. "Come and say that to my face!" She challenged the voice, suspecting it to be Tuck, angry at her for her earlier outburst at him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 2:42 pm
"Stupid shrew, telling me off for nothing. I didn't mean to break it..." Tuck muttered as he stormed out into the desert. "She's always blaming me for nothing. I'd be better off without her!" This was not the first time Tuck had thought of that and he stomped his way through the sand towards Mossflower. Forget that shrew and her stupid rules! He was going to live alone!!!
"Hey you... you look like you eat good enough to be good enough to eat."
Tuck stopped and looked around. "Who's there?" He called, seeing no one around.
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