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ShadowFox-Sama rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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 Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 5:39 pm
[Hold spot for Mikal = Soul 7+6=13... so close!]
Ayeeeeeh, Dammit all, that hurt! Why did they have to go and hit him so rough? Was it really that necessary? Mikal… well… he wouldn’t have come quietly, but still. It was unnecessary and brutish.
And to wake up covered in mud, slick with the pattering drip-drop of a damp ceiling above, was (as far as he was concerned) akin to waking up in one of the lower levels of pain and torture within the hell of some sort of purgatory. He was literally dripping, for Tree’s sake, in all sorts of unpleasantries, and it was making him very cross indeed. As far as he knew, he was somewhere underground - perhaps not too far, as far as depth, but definitely at the further end of a very shoddily-made tunnel; why, whomever had been in charge of bricking him up into a corner had done so with a very poor fashion, hardly professional at all. Even if the shoddy roots were quite effective at holding him in place, Mikal couldn’t help but snort a bit.
All of this hijacking was making him a very bitter skunk, indeed. Pounced upon and beaten across the head without so much as a warning…? Hmph. He wasn’t sure at all why he was even there, and though he heard the chatter of his captors somewhere beyond his little hole, he still didn’t get much. “Pardon, my friends!” he called out, sticking a paw through the bars and waving it about - as if that would do any good at catching attention. “If you may? I am a bit surprised, to say the least, to awake in such a place! May I beg a word?”
The voices stopped, and from the gloom came the sound of steps. “Ey? Wot ya want, ye great stinking beastie?” someone sneered - a squirrel, it seemed, and a right swarthy one.
“Why -! I do not stink of anything other than the mud you’ve thrown me into, thaaank you!” Mikal snorted, wrinkling his muzzle. “That aside, do be a dear and let me out now - it is so very unpleasant in here, and I was on my way to impress a few folks. Oh, but I won’t be able to straight there after this mistake is cleared up… I do wonder if they’re questioning my sudden disappearance?”
The squirrel was not so keen to listen to Mikal’s reasoning, however, and made that very clear by raising a crude root club and dealing him yet another powerful blow to the head. “Shut yer yap! Wot ye think we is, a charity? Some sorta spa? Ha! Now, jess sit quiet an’ wait yer turn, aright?”
Mikal didn’t catch most of that; he’d been knocked fairly senseless once again.
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Indubitably rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 5:39 pm
BANJORIE
Roll - 20 / Body - 8 = 28
CRITCAL SUCCESS: "There were bars on this cell?"
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Pain.
A dull, throbbing ache that let her know she was alive as the cloudiness in her mind began to dissipate.
The steady, slow drip of water. It fell, and as it hit the root, it spashed onto her muzzle, causing her to lift a heavy paw to sheild herself. This was not how she liked to wake up, no, in a place that smelled wrong, her head pounding. A shake of her coat, and she got to her feet unsteadily, bumping into a too-close wall. Too small, this space.
The sound of voices made Banjorie's ear twitch, her hair standing up at the shrill, egotistical tones. A low growl began in her chest, her throat, teeth flashing in the darkness. The young wolverine didn't have the care nor energy to listen to what they were saying, instead turning her attention to what was blocking her path.
It was without hesitation that she moved, sudden and swift, the wood cracking loudly and splintering with the force of her jaws. A babe, yes, but her teeth were made to rend frozen flesh, to crush bone. A slam of her body blew the weakened bars out from their roots, and she rolled to her feet. A casual, almost pleased, shake of her coat sent remnants of her prison in all directions and Banjorie didn't wait to see if anyone had heard her escape before she headed down the hall, in search of escape, and perhaps answers.
Great Tree help any who tried to stop her.
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wolfspectre13 rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 5:49 pm
Ailin//
(Mind +9)
Result: Epic (blundering) success.
Oh no.
Ohno.
Ohnononononononono.
What happened? This was NOT his bed. This was nothing even CLOSE to his bed.
This was a dark damp imprisonment. Caged like... like...
Dare he think, an animal!
And riding in the shadows, the accented whispers of cannibalism!
Had he been transported in his dreams? Was he even now simply in his nice perch, lights all around, with no fear of the clawed darkness and it's round saucer eyes?
No no, the throbbing pain at the back of his head (slightly down and to the left) proved this was very real.
And oh goodness there was no light.
If the darkness didn't kill him with gnarled knuckles gripping into his heart, this Furrah would by teeth to the throat (or at least, that's what it sounded like).
But no. He had gone through too much to have it end this way. Life had thrown him around far too often to just put him down like this, he wouldn't have it! Ailin scrambled up, ignoring the ache at the back of his skull to feel along the dirt floor, looking for something. His frail limbs would do nothing to damage those bars, and he could feel the hot putrid breath of the shadows upon the back of his neck, waiting, inching closer.
He could manage this! How many untold hundreds of adventures had he read? How many heroes had escaped the clutches of danger by the smallest fraction of a second?
He was a writer, he could do this!
But the question was, how?
The answer came in the form of a rough, damp root. It stuck out of the ground at an odd ankle, hardened by death and caked with mud. With a few tugs, the gnarled thing came loose from the ground's firm hold, and Al examined the bars to see one that was significantly loose.
There was none.
Ah well. He decided to go for the one that would leave him with the most space to wriggle through. Curse his wings, without them he'd be small enough to scramble through the spaces!
He was about to start trying to lever the bar out of the ground when he spotted the bar next to it. While being seated further in the dirt and with less space allowed, it did have a hole or two in it.
.....
Al turned to that bar instead, simply on whim, and jammed the narrower end of the root into the dirt next to the bar.
And then started the hard part.
He pulled one way and then the other, trying to figure out a way to loosen the slat of wood so that he could simply push it out of the way. But it just wasn't working.
Finally he just jammed the lever-like device at the oddest angle he could, and pulled, bracing himself against the bar.
And pulled, ignoring the cracking noise.
That is until the bar broke from the two points of torque (and the small family of termites inside it), sending Al tumbling onto the ground.
She must have been watching from someplace far beyond this one, his luck was just far too great.
But this was no time to dwell.
Without another waste of breath, he scrambled to his feet and began peddling his little stubbed legs as fast as he could, flapping his wings not much unlike a fish underwater would do. Anything to push air behind him and gain speed. Speed away from the cannibals, speed away from the small enclosed space.
And speed away from the darkness that was now chasing him, he heard it cackle and hiss and in response, he peddled his legs faster, screaming.
"HELP! THE SHADOWS! THE BEAST IN THE DARKNESS IS GOING TO DEVOUR ME WHOLE! DON'T LET IT CRUSH MY HEARTSTRINGS IN THE GRIP OF ITS MAW! I NEED A LIGHT!"
He had NOT expended all that effort to simply be smothered by the monster that he had so vigilantly warded off in the past.
Where is my lantern? Where is my lantern oh where could it be?
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Taerar Licorne rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 5:50 pm
(Mind = 9)
Groggily, Haswar tried to lift her head and hissed softly when a pounding headache assaulted her in response. She didn't think she drank too much the night before, but her head certainly hurt enough for that to be the case. Grumbling, she stiffly pushed herself up into a sitting position and made a mental note to not drink so much ever again if this was what she was going to get in exchange, and as she did so, she reached out to her side to pat around for her kerchief so she could tie it around her eyes until the headache went away - or strangle herself with it to put herself out of her misery. That sounded good too.
Her ears shot up in confused shock - well, one of them did; her left ear was especially sore and refused to move from where it was sagged slightly to one side - when her hand met not her kerchief but dirt - unfamiliar dirt. Her bed at home was dried grasses and flower petals, not dirt. Alarmed, Haswar ignored her throbbing head and opened her eyes to see where she was, and her alarm only grew when she realized it was nowhere she recognized - a damp, dirty burrow probably at the base of a tree if the roots around her were any indication. When she noticed the branches fashioned into bars blocking the only exit, her alarm and confusion only grew. She tried to keep her panic down so she could hopefully think through the pain and fuzz clouding her mind and try to remember what happened the night before, but she was interrupted when she heard someone talking. Haswar's worry only grew as she listened intently and realized she must have been knocked out and brought here - where ever here was - in order to be someone, or something's, meal.
I have to get out of here! Haswar thought needlessly and started looking around for a way out - any sort of way out. She had not lived this long to be abducted and eaten in her twilight years! However, she knew panicking would do her absolutely no good, so she took a few deep breaths and tried to take inventory of her situation and condition. The dirt covering her was no surprise, and though she remembered nothing of being assaulted or dragged here, the scrapes on her paws gave her the satisfaction of knowing she had at least put up a good fight before being subdued. She raised a hand to her sore left ear and cringed when she felt blood caked into the fur from a gash just behind it - that was likely how she'd been subdued. She took a brief moment to inspect the wound. It wasn't too deep, and she snapped her fingers softly next to it and was relieved to discover she could still hear out of it. Its immobility was still worrying, and she did wonder if her ear would ever stand up straight again, but she decided she could worry about that after she escaped.
Satisfied her ear seemed to be her worst injury so far, Haswar concentrated on figuring out how to escape. She frowned at the makeshift cage bars then moved her gaze to all of the roots in her cell. She realized she could probably use them as a lever to pop loose enough of the bars to squeeze out - it was better than just sitting there waiting to be eaten. Determined, Haswar quickly tore into the dirt around a root which was thin enough to work free easily, and once she had it free, she turned to the bars . . .
(fail! D: )
. . . and swore when the root was ultimately useless. She picked too thin a root, too thin to get enough leverage - it just folded when she tried. Obviously, the branches were dug into the dirt deeper than she anticipated. It was the only root thin enough to separate from the rest, though, so that route was obviously out. Maybe she could dig her way out...
"Hey, what's that noise?"
Haswar swore. She thought she had been quiet enough, but obviously not - she threw the root back where she had dug it up and pressed herself against the very back of her cell, struggling for another idea.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 7:44 pm
Okay, so my roll was a 9, which is massive fail for soul 83 Here's my prompt response, hope I'm doing this right:
Oh geeze, we were supposed to put it in our roll post <3 herp derp, I'll do that.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 7:48 pm
[Am I still allowed to post with the point allotment for my custom?]
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Maeko-Hana rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:05 pm
Fauna
Roll: [17 + 4 Body] 21
Difficulty: 13
Result: Success
“Ugh!” Fauna sat up and blinked her eyes a few times, “Oooww…” Reaching back to rub her head, she felt a bump forming and grumbled again. Stumbling a bit, she finally got to her feet, her ears brushing against the low ceiling. About to call out for help, she hears chattering nearby and gets as close to the bars as possible to eavesdrop. “No way. I’m not having that. I won’t be going out this way!” She grumbles and starts to look around her cell for something to aid in her escape. Finding absolutely nothing, she does the only other thing she can think of, tugging and tearing at the bars with her bare paws. With a strength that greatly surprised her, she managed to tug two of them out of position so far that she was able to squeeze herself through them. Checking for the voices again, she quickly sped away in the opposite direction.
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Maeko-Hana rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:06 pm
Charlemagne
Roll: [18 + 6 Soul] 24
Difficulty: 14
Result: Success
Charlemagne slowly sat up with a deep groan. His head hurt like someone had thrown him into a tree, and his whole body ached as well. It had been many years since he had done anything that required much exertion. Opening his eyes made the pain in his head increase, but they soon adjusted to the light and he saw where he was. His keen ears soon overheard the conversation down the hall and he was soon disgusted with the lack of respect they had for such an old creature as himself. “I say! What’s the meaning of this?” He called out to the beasts. “Sounds like dinner is awake,” said one, while another headed down the hall to see what was up. “I say, is this how you treat your elders? For shame!” The squirrel was taken aback by the sudden berating he received. He was used to the yelling, the crying, the pleading…but this had to be a first. Being made to feel quite debased, the squirrel could think of no other option but to let Charlemagne go. “Please…say nothing of this…I apologize…deeply…It will never happen again!” With a stern glare, Charlemagne took off down the hallway.
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Maeko-Hana rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:07 pm
Dagney
Roll: [1 + 6 Body] 7
Difficulty: 12
Result: Critical Failure
Eat me? No! Was this a nightmare? More than ever, Dagney wished he was wrong. They had always laughed at him, told him to stop being so worrisome about everything, that he was far too suspicious and paranoid. He wanted to trust the goodness of beasts, he really did, but sitting there in the dank root walled cell he could hardly feel a sense of relief. “I told them…never listen to me…I was right…Find the good in folk, Ha!…” The sad little hedgehog grumbled. Looking around to find a way out he decided to do what he did best, Dig! Scraping the dirt away from a root, he tugged it free and began to jab at the bars. He tried with all his might, grunting and panting as he made absolutely no headway. The squirrels down the hall caught on to his commotion and came to his cell to watch. They were soon laughing at the poor hedgehog, taunting him and mocking him to their mates. Dagney was soon overcome with anguish and fell to the ground, curling into a ball and crying.
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Maeko-Hana rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:11 pm
Perion
Roll: [12 + 8 Body] 20
Difficulty: 13
Result: Success
Although a bit groggy from the whack on the head, Perion was soon on his feet, or nearly. The low ceiling served as quite a painful bumper to his forehead. Falling back to the ground he reached to check if he’d broken his goggles, only to find that they were gone. With a few choice words he began kicking at the bars of his cell, jostling them out of place. It was only at that point that he heard the squirrels talking about feeding him to someone. “Ha! See, Rage does come in Handy, doesn’t it?” he smugly said to himself. Ducking to avoid the ceiling again, he left the cell and swiftly tailed it down the hall.
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Maeko-Hana rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:12 pm
Sage
Roll: [18 + 5 Mind] 23
Difficulty: 12
Result: Success
Being from Fleuve, Sage had taken many a nap on the cold, wet shore, so it took a few moments for things to register. The pain in her head soon made it apparent that she was in an altogether different and disgusting place. “Oi! What the…” she cut herself off as she heard voices from another room. Crawling to the bars of her cell, she listened in on the conversation. “I’ll show you a tasty morsel, mate!” she growled under her breath. Tugging up the root that had been poking into her back, she shoved it through the bars and pushed as hard as she could, snapping and bending them. With quite a bit of effort, she soon made a gap big enough to fit through. Shimmying her way out, she soon rushed in the opposite direction of the voices.
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Maeko-Hana rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:13 pm
Reina
Roll: [14 + 8 Soul] 22
Difficulty: 14
Result: Success
“She’s gotta be awake by now…Potter, go check her, will ya?…Make sure you didn’t give her too big of a smack!” The squirrels laughed as one headed to check on Reina. And what a sight he saw! Reina had indeed awoke, but was now down on her knees, rocking back and forth slightly has she silently prayed. “Oh no, not another Treebeast! Hey, you! No praying allowed here, ya hear!” Reina paid him no mind and continued with her litany. The other squirrels soon gathered around to watch, one of the more superstitious ones becoming very uncomfortable in her presence. After being yelled at for quite some time, Reina lifted her head, her bright blue eyes scorching but gentle. “Yes, My Brother, Shall I pray for you as well?” Her head tilted and she smiled a slightly eerie smile. “No…no…that’s it…just get out…we don’t need your hocus-pocus here!” They quickly opened the cell to free her. In a deliberate and thoughtful manner, Reina slowly exited the cell, bowing her head to each of her captors as she left.
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vilegloom rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:05 pm
[Reserving for Eleanor; soul = 5! Result? 17 = Success!]
Her squirrel captors hadn't realized that the large owl dragged lifelessly down to the holding cell was, in fact, certifiably insane. Eleanor awoke groggily and slowly, but made sure that her kidnappers knew they had made a mistake in taking her hostage.
She really didn't mind being down in the cell- honest! The smell of the warm, damp dirt was soothing and relaxing. Eleanor liked the smell of dirt. It was rather cozy and comfortable, with the bars keeping her closely confined. The squirrels really didn't know what to make of their complacent captive. The large barn owl, however, had no wing space. She clicked her beak together rapidly, a sign of her growing distress.
"I'm afraid I can't remain here much longer, dearies," Eleanor apologized- totally serious that she would /have/ to be leaving their company sooner rather than later. The owl had no doubt in her mind that they would set her free if she only asked, never for once second believing that the squirrels meant her any harm [despite their conversation and actions implying otherwise]. "But this old bird has to spread her wings, and this cell just simply will not do!" Eleanor rustled her wings on her back, her wingtips brushing the floor in a depressed manner. It was as though her confidence in the manner caused some confusion in her kidnappers; they slowly approached the cell holding the barn owl... and opened the door. Without any real sort of thought process.
Pleased with her relatively quick escape, Eleanor made her way calmly down the hall, only vaguely wondering where she was and why.
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Ellanoire rolled 1 20-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 10:31 pm
Attempt: Soul
9 + 19 = 28
Belladonna
Ability Scores
Body: 2 | Mind: 7 | Soul: 9
Belladonna sat up groggily, putting two delicate paws to her forehead, not yet daring to open her eyes. The final thing she recalled was sipping on some sumptuous honeyed mead and batting her eyelashes at the ferret who was pouring it. The fox wrinkled her dainty nose, disliking the smell of damp. It still hurt too much to open her eyes, but she listened to the drip-drip-dripping of water. It seemed to be splashing down near her feet. The drops lacked a rhythm, which she was beginning to find irritating. A cold drop landed on her head and trickled down her snout, wetting her nose.
Opening her eyes she quickly wiped it away, grimacing as she did. The filtered light hurt her sensitive eyes, and the water seemed far from fresh. As awareness of her surroundings began to sink in her fur on the back of Belladonna's neck began to stand up. Another drop rolled down her snout, and she looked up carefully. The ceiling pressed low above her, the back walls were rough and moist and, most horrifyingly, in front of her were thick cut branches blocking her escape. She was in some sort of cage.
A small whimper escaped her lips. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before! Where on earth could she possibly be? In the not-so-far-off distance she heard snatches of speech. It sounded distinctly like squirrels. They were not her favourite creatures to deal with. They were all rough and tumble and had no appreciation for the good life, it seemed.
" -and 'e says, you know what 'e says? 'e says to me, Ferrah's gonna get him a promotion. "
Yes, certainly squirrel. And it sounded awfully pleased with itself, too. Nothing was worse than a smug squirrel. Bells grimaced as another wave of pain shot through her head. Gently she probed the back of her skull, finding a huge lump. What on earth had happened last night?
" Gonna let him have ol' Gene's spot. Head second-in-line-for-breakfast if you ask me. I don't want that on my head. "
Belladonna was really only half paying attention to what the squirrels were saying. Second in line for breakfast sounded pretty good. Provided that cooks were good around here. And with squirrels, who knew what good was.
"I says to 'im, "Good! Glad ya caught em! When ye ain't caught nothin' next month it won't be my furry behind Ferrah's snacking on."
Now that she was paying attention to what her captors were saying, her hands flew up to her mouth in shock. This thing called Ferrah seemed to have her on the menu! Her fur was all raised and she could feel tears building up behind her eyes. No, this was not the time to cry, she told herself. Now was the time to use every skill she had to get out of this awful place.
Bells cleared her throat, getting ready to use her prettiest voice. Silly squirrels could not be immune to her glamour and class. And persuasiveness.
"Hello? Guards?" High and chime link her voice flitted down the hallway outside of her chamber.
There was a pittering of feet, in addition to the sound of the water falling. Bells opened her eyes wide and put on her most innocent look. The pair of guard leaned near the bars.
"Sirs? I seem to find myself stuck here? Has there been some misunderstanding? Is there anything I can do to rectify this unfortunate situation?" She batted her lashed for good measure, hoping against hope that their reply would be favourable...
One of her guards poked his head further in. His eyes fell on Belladonna, then looked the other guard. " 'At's what 'e bringed in? Pretty 'lil fox? 'S not even what she likes to eat!" The guard shook his head, taking a closer look at Bells.
Sensing her chance, Bells made herself look even more pathetic, looking down and putting on a sad, sad face. Not that the face was much of a stretch right now. "Someone even took my dress. My dress was the only thing I had from my Mother. I don't want to be eaten. I promised my mother I'd do good in the world for her ..."
She looked up at the sympathetic guard and sniffled. No one needed to know how real the tears were about to be.
At this point the other guard scoffed and began to walk away. "She's not worth yer time or yer tail. Just leave 'er be in the cell."
The guard shook his head again. "Look 'ere missy, I tan't really like 'ee out ... I don't wanna be any beast's breakfast-"
"I'll make it your while! I'm a merchant! I have wonderful wares from far and wide! Magical, mystical things! Anything on my boat, I'll trade it to you for my freedom! I have artifacts like you wouldn't believe!" A paw flashed to her throat searching for a necklace.
"W-when I came in, I had on necklaces. One of them is a powerful charm against ... uh- bad luck in employment! Getting eaten would certainly count! This charm would prevent it! You could have it, and anything else on my boat!" Belladonna could see a flash of greed in his eye. She knew that flash well.
"Magic, 'ee say? You show me this charm. Then I'll decide. ... Do ye got any wines on yer boat?" he squirrel licked his lips. Bells knew she'd won this round.
"Oh sir, I have wines that would have been fit for the king and queen of Mossflower! Such wines I have! You can come and sample all of them! Just, I beg you, let me go!"
The squirrel produced a key, clearly excited about the wines. And perhaps the 'magical' charm. He unlocked a small lock on the outside of her cell and then struggled to swing the heavy gate section open. It was so thick! Bells shuddered. Without this hapless guard she certainly would not have made it out of the cell.
"Now, dear sir, simply retrieve my belongings and I'll present you with the charm. And, of course, give you directions to my boat! Then you can visit me at your leisure! "
The squirrel picked up a small pile of jewelry and her dress, which here own a hewn shelf right across from her cell. She quickly separated a necklace made of woven vines and flowers, something she'd done idly one day, which was worth nothing.
"Sir, many thanks. This charm will surely keep you from any mishaps on your job. Now, could you kindly show me the way out?"
Of course, the directions to her boat were false. She smiled sweetly. Once again, her silver tongue and saved her silver tail.
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Malhyanth rolled 1 20-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 8:23 am
The Bone Collector : Busting The Bars!
Body : 7 | Roll : 15 | Result : 22 - Resounding Success >D
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That incessant drip-dripping! Argh it was enough to turn a cannibal vegetarian just to escape that nerve-jangling sound! Teeth ground as the skull-masked beast pulled himself heavily to a sitting position, to find himself trapped somewhere rather unexpected. His teeth bared as he looked about his position, black eyes looking about slowly. What had happened? He had been in Fangroot mere minutes earlier, he was sure of it! He had been hunting that delicious looking hedgehog, planning a thousand uses for his quills that mostly involved torturous devices, new weapons and possibly some implements for cooking him. Why had he been taken away from his near perfect kill?
Looking about the gloom, the skulled one scowled beneath the badger skull that adorned his head. His long, red tipped tail lashed about violently as he assessed his situation. There were wooden bars holding him penned, a situation the aggressive fox did not favour; natural root columns combined with hand-crafted wooden stakes, meant to keep whoever these distant voices had captured subdued. If anything, it had not subdued this one. A deep gutteral growl escaped his chest as he assessed the wooden bars, tapping with long, perfectly sharpened claws, figuring out the weakest points. There were a few of the natural bars that seemed weak at the bottom, like they could be snapped with a decent amount of effort and some ingenuity. The badger-skulled fox grinned maliciously. He would be free!
~~ROLL~~
Approaching the particular area that the Collector had decided looked feasibly weak, he tested it with his foot.
CREEEE-ACK!
The natural root bar cracked so easily beneath his violent stomp that the fox could only grin in pleasure at his strength. He knelt, ears pricked for any commotion headed his way, should the owners of the voices of heard his vandalism. They were too busy arguing, by the sounds of it, to worry themselves with their ferocious hostage. A few taps on the second of the natural tree root bars resulted in a more aggressive tearing up by the Fox. The root pulled up too easily, and the fox let a small laugh escape his throat. He snapped the root off, and used the wooden implement to test the other wooden bars either side of the decent hole he had made. He needed only one more to go, to be able to squeeze out comfortably.
The root to the left was thicker then the others, fed well by the tree and too strong to break, but the hand-crafted bar to the right, that was another story. Being broken from its tree, the wood was slowly rotting in the soggy, horrid ground. This meant that a lot of it further up was weaker then it should be. Tucking the root he had broken off behind him ear, thinking it may come in useful as a club later on, he prepared himself, standing up and shaking out his muscles. With a powerful roundhouse, the Fox powered his heel into the rotting wood, catching the falling top section, and leaning it gently against the wall inside his broken cage. Rocking the last of the wooden bar from its sucking, wet hole and pulling it free, the Bone Collector slipped through, standing quickly and retrieving his root, taking a firm grip.
He longed to trail down to the origin of the voices, but something stopped him, and instead, he turned, and headed out of the other hallway, and hopefully toward freedom...
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