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 Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 8:30 am
Hope it isn't too late to post stats OTL -prepares for prompt-
Username: Aurrific
Name of Pet: Torn Bane
Number of Stonecrest beasties I currently own:: 1
Link to my Quest Post: [x]
Stats
Body: 3 + 1 + 1 (Fangroot) = 5
Mind: 4 + 4 - 1 (Fangroot) = 7
Soul: 3 +3 = 6
Username: Aurrific
Name of Pet: Jukka
Number of Stonecrest beasties I currently own:: 1
Link to my Quest Post: [x]
Stats
Body: 2 + 3 - 1 (Fleuve) = 4
Mind: 4 + 3 = 7
Soul: 4 + 2 + 1 (Fleuve) = 7
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Rainhowl rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 8:35 am
Name: Torn Bane
Mind: 7
Result: 7 + 16 = 23 Success!
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
Wha...?
Drip. Drip. Drip.
What's that infernal dripping sound?
Drip. Drip.
Torn Bane's head was swimming and pain shot through her noggin' as she attempted to sit up. In doing so, she knocked her head on the lowish ceiling and was met with a blaze of fresh pain. Despite the discomfort, she righted herself in a slightly more comfortable manner and observed her surroundings, before she raised her paw to the lump she felt forming on the back of her head. It was cramped, it was dark, it was damp, it stunk to high heaven, in her opinion, and rooted branches blocked any chance at easy escape. The small fox's slender paws probed the area delicately as she thought over this and she winced as the spot stung.
...
Wait.
Her skull and fox-skin cloak were gone! Her satchel, too! The satchel could be replaced, but she could only kill Squallear once! The shame that was her face was revealed without her skull-mask and she instantly felt appalled and nauseated at the thought of being "in the nude." By all accounts, the others had seen her face and she was no longer fit to follow the Bone Collector. He didn't know it, at least. Er, well hopefully. If he did, she would be meeting a swift end upon returning to camp, as she was confident she would escape such a situation, but chances were he didn't notice she was gone in the first place. It wasn't unusual for her to take off on her own for a while, to gather plant-material that would be needed for the troop. But that conclusion didn't settle the need to wretch that stole over her. She closed her vibrant, blue eyes and focused simply on not losing the contents of her stomach. Every fiber of her being wanted to lash out and dig her sharpened claws into whatever was within reach. They may have stolen her items, but they would never steal her weapons, not unless they chopped off her paws.
It took every ounce of self control to hold back the snarl that she desperately wanted to release. No sense in drawing attention. None at all. She could get through this. She knew she could get through this. Foxes were crafty, clever beasts and, given her runty nature, she relied on her cunning more than her ability to fight. The limbs would surely come in handy. Her train of thought was broken by the conversation carrying on down the hall.
" -and 'e says, you know what 'e says? 'e says to me, Farrah's gonna get him a promotion. 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. 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."
A meal? It was like salt to the wound. If she was going to be eaten by any best, she would rather it be her brothers and sisters of Bone Collector's troop! But she had a plan and she would implement it quickly. Her sharply clawed paws immediately began to dig at one of the thicker branches. It was a tedious process, one she did as swiftly and silently as possible. Finally, after what felt like ages, her weary paws snapped the limb free and she wedged it against the wooden bars that held her captive. This fox was no squirrel prize! She pressed her improvised lever and, with some great deal of effort, her bar popped. It wasn't a particularly large exit, but it was large enough, and she quickly crouched and slipped through.
"-and then... 'Ey, didja hear that?"
"Naw, prolly jest the wind, keep going!"
"Awright, so then-"
She didn't stick around long enough to listen to the conversation. Why would she want to? There was a task more pressing in her mind than simple escape, however. Fear welled in her chest as she slowly krept along the walkway, ears swiveling in their sockets as she strained to hear any approaching sounds. She could part with her satchel. Hell, she could even part with her cape, for that matter. She could skin another fox. She couldn't, however, part with the skull that served as her new face. Fate and fortune were on her side that day, however, and in a small side-room, she found her belongings. Quickly, she donned the satchel, then the cape, and finally the skull of Squallear, her once greatest enemy, crowned her head.
There was no time to spare, however, and she quickly departed, hurrying through the hallway, until freedom was hers. Despite her still throbbing head, she felt invigorated and complete. The Black Spirit best help any squirrel that tried to stop her leaving.
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Malhyanth rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 8:43 am
Mal : Imploring The Squirrels
Soul : 7 | Roll : 1 | Result : 8 - Oops, a fail gonk
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Great Tree did his head hurt! It was like someone had played drums on it all evening then left him for dead in some cold, horrid pit! Mal scrunched his eyes as he sat up, putting a digging claw back to his head, and felt the lump. So someone HAD done that! How peculiar! And he, just a simple old badger that wouldn't harm a fly! Ha! Well, what a situation to wake up to after a good night's drinking with your friends! A burp came up from the pits of his belly, still tasting a little of October Ale. Argh, that wasn't pleasant, and neither was this cold, dank cell of a place he had been placed!
Beyond his prison, voices could be heard squabbling and babbling. They sounded particularly like Squirrel voices, and Mal stood haphazardly, falling against the bars of his cage. Squirrels had done this to him? Kindly, friendly faced Squirrels? Sure they could be mischievous, but why take on such a large task of carting an unconscious Badger around Stonecrest? Mal scratched his muzzle in confusion, thinking about the best course of action to take. Although a Badger, he wasn't a strong being, not really. Weighty, maybe, but he wasn't sure how best to utilise his power and heft. He was smart, but these bars were pretty solid, as far as he could tell. Perhaps it was all a mistake, and he should talk with the Squirrels?
~~ROLL~~
"I say, good chaps? Its a bit cold and damp in here! Can't a chap get an audience with a friendly face?" Mal pressed his face up against the bars, large blue eyes looking about imploringly. The voices at the end of the tunnel stopped abruptly, and muttering could be heard of a malicious nature. Three body-painted Squirrels came down the tunnel, each holding a rather large double-pointed spear, and at their center, a larger, more dangerous looking Squirrel. His face was painted most horrifically to look like a fox, with painted teeth and black blotched eyes casting him an aggressive air. Mal swallowed hard against bile that rose in his throat in fear.
"Wha' fat-Badger sayin', eh?" The leader snapped, the others taking up the call and giggling manically. Mal swallowed again, finding his voice lost within sudden concern for his health. "I say wha' a stupid fat-Badger sayin', eh?" At that, the leader drew his little dagger and stabbed it into one of the paws Mal had wrapped about the bars. It stung horribly, and Mal jumped back from the bars, shaking out the paw and sucking on the wound.
"I say, that's not very sporting! To stab a fellow behind bars, I say, not sporting at all!" The leader of the Squirrels jumped up and down furiously at the back-chat he received for his wounding of the big Badger, and chattered to his companions, who pulled back a few of the bars and leaped in. Mal backed up, showing his paws as the Squirrels advanced menacingly. "Come now, there must be a mistake as to why I'm hee---" He did not finish his sentence as one Squirrel caught him a fair blow with the body of his spear into the gut. This winded Mal, who coughed and spluttered as he sank to his knees. The other Squirrels set about pounding the Badger into submission, as the leader joined in and cracked the Badger square on the back of the head with the butt of his dagger. The Badger dropped, unconscious once again...
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Rainhowl rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 9:26 am
Name: Jukka
Mind: 7
Result: 7 + 7 = 14 Success!
What had happened?
Jukka didn't know what hit him or where he was, but he was certain that his current position could be considered "double-plus-un-good," as he liked to say. It was very damp, wherever he was, and it was the simple "taptaptap" of water plucking away at a nearby branch that had had roused him into wakefulness. His senses almost immediately told him two things. One, he was in a tree, and two, he was high up, off the ground. This posed a rather precarious predicament. He only noticed the wooden, rooted bars that held him where he was after several moments of trying to ignore the pain in the back of his head and neck and attempting to get his bearings.
He was trapped!
"What in the... What sort'a treatment is this fer an honest fellah? I sure as sin ain't done nothin' t'warrant this." He grumbled, though his angered words weren't really directed towards anyone and barely left his lips as he sat up and tested the roots with his paws. There was no breaking them, not as he was. If his friend were here, just maybe. Mal... What had happened to Mal? He hoped the big, softy of a badger was alright. Maybe this was just an isolated event? He hadn't been traveling with him, after all. He had left his friend's side for a solitary dip in the river. There wasn't quite anything like fishing like an otter was meant to, just he and the fish darting beneath the surface of the chilling, yet invigorating water. Only he never made it. Something had struck him from behind. Just thinking about the blow made his head throb and he was hesitant to touch it, out of fear that the wound might be more than a lump to the head.
" -and 'e says, you know what 'e says? 'e says to me, Farrah's gonna get him a promotion. 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. 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."
His short, rounded ears pricked as voices floated down the hallway and he pressed his tall, lanky body against the bars, straining to see and hear those who were conversing, partially tempted to call out to them. He could only get a small glimpse, but that was all he needed. They had bushy tails. They were squirrels. What kind of squirrel, in their right minds, would do something like this to another friendly beast? And in Fleuve territory, no less! It was usually such a peaceful area, which was why he felt it was a good choice for he and his badger friend to call home. He reached for his dirk, which was tucked away beside his satchel... Only to find it missing. All of his things! The only tidbits left were the small rings piercing his ears and tail. His heart sank and he desperately searched for anything that could serve as a weapon, anything that could take out those damned tree branches.
"Oh, Great Tree, I ain't one t'ask fer much, but please gimme some strength t'get through this." He sighed heavily as he began tugging and twisting on a particularly hefty looking limb. After some pulling, scratching, gnawing, and grappling with the branch, he managed to free it. It was certainly something he never wanted to do again, as it tasted downright awful. He'd have to wash it out with some ale, if he ever managed to get out of here! He didn't worry about his things. They could be remade later, when he got about to bartering with some of the neighboring tribes. Hell, he was rather good at fishing, he could always set aside wandering and storytelling for a bit of quick labor. He wasn't about to become a snack for whoever this "Ferrah" creature was. He'd certainly have a right few creatures to warn, when he managed to find his way home.
He put the lever to the bars and pressed with all his might, He was in luck! One was weak enough and gave way and he slid through in an instant, eager for freedom, fresh air, and the comfort of familiarity. He clung tight to the branch he had won his freedom with and, while he was tempted to approach the two squirrels, wanting ever so badly to knock some sense into them, he stole away as quietly as possible, in the other direction.
"Oi! Y'ear that, th' ol' wavewolloper's done got loose!"
"Oh, for the love of--- Get 'im, I sure don't wanna get snacked on!"
Aw, fox-dung, they noticed! He shot down the hallway on all fours, loping as quickly as possible. Fortunately, the exit was fairly near and wasn't exactly heavily guarded, unless you counted the rather young pipsqueak that darted out of the way as the large otter approached.
"Sorry, gotta bolt, boyos, can't stick 'round t'chat!" He called out as he launched off of the limb's edge, plummeting towards the earth. Yep, he certainly didn't think that one through, but what else was a water-dweller supposed to do? Shimmy down the tree? The lot would have been on him in an instant. As he fell, he tucked into a roll. He nearly got away without a scratch, but shooting pain in his right hind-paw immediately told him that this was not the case.
"AW, FER THE LOVE OF---" He cut off any curse that wanted to leave his clenched maw and winced as he struggled up and darted off as quickly as he could on three of four paws. He wasn't sure if it was broken or just sprained, but the agony was almost unbearable and he felt sick to his stomach. He'd have to get Mal to look at it... But he couldn't go home, not yet. Not until he was certain none of the little tree-jumpers were far behind him. He could hear several above him, chattering away as they pursued. His saving grace was the waterway ahead. He heard it before he saw it, but instantly sought it out and didn't feel at rest until he was back in his own element. He slipped into the river as silently as possible, something hampered given his now bum hind-leg, but thought nothing of it. He could lose them here, of that he was certain, he'd just have to kill time and leave some false trails along the shore, further down... (Hurrhurrhurr, didn't realize the tasks would all be connected. -derps-)
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 12:47 pm
Nikiana Username: Nikiana Name of Pet: Leven Number of Stonecrest beasties I currently own:: UNO! Dos~ Link to my Quest Post: [X]
As a hare, I'd say that he'd be a bit stronger than a typical rabbit, so I'm moving one point from mind to body from the base rabbit skills. So rabbit base~ (Leven: Oy! I'm notta rabbit!!!)
Base: 4/4/2
Leven lives in Woodhaven~
Tribe: -1/+1/0
Leven is rather charismatic and tough, so his points go to body and soul.
Allocation: +5/0/+3
Total: 8 body / 5 mind / 5 soulDave edit: Nope! Even if he thinks he's better than rabbits, they have the same base stat wink *laughs* Mkay then~ *fixes that*
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Nikiana rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 12:51 pm
Name: Leven
Soul: 5
Difficulty: 14
Result: 5 + 1 = Critical failure!
"Ooooooooooh..." Leven groaned as he awoke, a paw going towards his pounding head. "What happened?" The hare opened one eye and then the other as he realized that his surroundings were completely unfamiliar. "I say, where am I?" He winced as his paw touched the large bump forming between his long ears. Said ears twitched as the sound of voices drifted towards Leven's prison. He didn't know who this Ferrah was, but no beast would be eating this hare if he had anything to say about it!! Time for some good ol' Leven charm!
"I say, you beasts, think a hare could get out for a bit of a walkabout? It's a bit cramped in here, ya know." Leven asked, oh so sweetly, of his captors.
"Shaddup you silly rabbit!"
The hare frowned. "I say, now, that's not good form of you to be calling me a rabbit! I'm a hare, ya know! Hare. We're not rabbits. Let me out of here and you'll see just how different I can be from a rabbit!!!
The squirrel guard just laughed instead. "Oh no. Ferrah has never tasted hare! You just sit right there and be a good little beast. Don't want you running off, now do we?"
Leven sighed. His luck was out on this one. "I suppose not, what. Would be a shame to miss dinner."
"Oh it would indeed!" The guard laughed. "It would indeed..."
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musicaloner7 rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 12:51 am
Unnamed cat
Soul: 7 + 14... success!
Grumbling quietly in an indistinguishable language, one a lot like Russian, the rather lovely feline lay on the moist ground, rubbing a paw along the protuberance resting on the back of her head. How that welt had started to grow, she had no idea. Which is what bothered her most of all...
Not only that, but where she was. It reminded her of the home she'd ran away from as a kitten, and left a sour taste in her stomach and mouth. But enough of that! There was no time for this reminiscing. Slender figure slowly easing onto all fours, since there was no was she could stand upright, piercing ice blue eyes stared towards a source of sound. Voices in fact. Annoying one's too....
Crawling to the bars, peeking through them, pupils dilated, she watched the rodents intently, in a predatory manner. She didn't care who they were, or if they were apart of this gag, they were her new target...
A plan devising in her mind as she studied her prey from afar, tail swaying in a snake like movement, she finally concocted a plot.
"you are going to be leaving me all by my lonesome, hm? is not nice to leave female by her lonesome, yes?" she cooed softly, normally smooth brows wrinkling together to feign a distressed expression.
One of the squirrels turned his head to look to her, eying her, before smirking in a snarky manner,
"Ah yer alright, girly... " Indeed she was attractive, but he'd ran into plenty of felines along his lifetime... they were usually bad news.
A slight pout did form on the females lips, but it didn't deter her from her plan of attack. Paws gripping to the bars of her cage, she gave a more desperate look, her voice almost pleading from how prolonged her words and voice was, like syrup slowly spilling from her lips, "But I'm so lonely, and scared... I am not knowing where I am... can't you keep me company at least, with keeping me prisoner?" her voice practically begged, the coy and fake act easily played up.
Sighing heavily, one of the squirrels shuffled over, stuffing his hands into the loose pants he wore's pockets. He gave a glare to the temptress, a light flush warming on his cheeks, forcing his eyes to dart away.
Easily seeing his weakness, she leaned close to the bars, purring ever so softly, "you are so kind... a gentleman... keeping female company like thees.. those other mens must be so heartless... you are real man..." she preens, boosting his ego with false words... though they worked with ease.
He smirked and shifted his weight shyly, rubbing the back of his head,
"Yeah... well ..they're all a bunch of brutes...." he murmured, sneaking a peak back to the feline.
She was warming him up easily. A paw slipped through the bars to lightly stroke a single finger along the fluffy curled tail adorned at the back of the rodent, "what kind man you are... true man... I should repay you for kindness... yes...?" her voice held heavy provocative meanings, but it was much more fun to see how the other would take it..After all, she had all the control at this time, her finger wrapping the natural curl around at the tip of his tail.
Fur prickling, eyes widening, her entranced victim snapped his eyes over to the female, a goofy grin wriggling onto his mouth. Letting out a nervous puff of air, ruffing the back of his head furs, he gave a lopsided grin, "whotcha got `n mind, eh?" he replies with a bit of a smug nature.
Leaning closer to the bars, raising as much as she could, her feminine voice purred,
"Let me out, and I show you..."
Staring at his prisoner intently, he couldn't resist that captivating gaze, not to mention the silky tone of her voice. He'd been trapped.
Without a second thought, the squirrel quickly scrambled to yank the bars away to free this seductive enchantress! Once the bars were ride of, the rogue slid out of her cage, on all fours, and purred seamlessly, rubbing up against the squirrel to make a chill shoot down his spine. Eyes rolling back, and a little giggle escaping his lips, the cat flicked her tail to brush over the front of his face, and strolled on towards the other two... apparently they'd be listening in...
Confidence in each stride, she repeated the same process of just heavily brushing past the rodents, her sweet exotic scent rubbing off on them, and intertwining with their senses. Petrified, they were, letting her make her way out of the dungeon with ease. She wasn't Medusa, but... perhaps a Siren..
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 6:11 am
2 hours remaining untill next round begins, any character that has not completed this round will be removed from the list of entries *A*
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theCorniest rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 7:53 am
Drip.
Drip, drip.
Dripdrip.
Drip.
The first groggy thought that Cain had as he slowly reached wakefulness was something along the lines of, If there must be dripping, why can it not be so polite as to happen in pattern?
A second thought slowly worked its way to the fore.
Bloody hell, where am I?
His eyes sprung open and, as quickly as his stiff back would allow, he sat up. As he tried to blink the weariness from his eyes he rubbed the back of his head, thus noticing the large lump which had come to adorn it. Contrary to what a lifetime spent reading stories lead him to expect, this did not jog any memories. Utterly clueless, he looked about what was apparently his jail cell with growing dejection. Had he done something wrong? Oh, dear.
He heard the two squirrels chatting outside, eventually. Becoming someone's dinner did not sound terribly pleasant, so it was time to leave. Scrambling up from the floor where he lay, he moved up to the barred window on the door.Perhaps these gents would let him out, once he explained his innocence?[5+13 is a success!]
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 8:03 am
Round Two!
Round 1 SuccessQuote: You're out of the cage and making a go-for-broke dash towards what you can only assume is an exit. Unfortunately, as you round the corner at the end of the hall... you find yourself suddenly at the threshold of a sort of burrow dining hall. Light filters in through a thatched ceiling onto nearly a dozen noshing squirrels, sat at long cut wood tables as they mill away at seed and fruit alike. "-leaves us no time to get any proper meals of our own, how's she 'aspect us to go catching her anything decent if we're all underf-... eh?" You just manage to catch in on some conversation before they catch sight (or smell) of you. Think fast! Options -Bust some heads and strut through the back door (body) (Dif: 20) (+3 bonus to next round) -Bust out some moves and dance through this fray to the door, avoiding any conflict. (Body/2 + Int/2, round down) (Dif: 17) -Peice together the situation and reason that whoever this 'Ferrah' is, maybe they would be better off without them, they join you as you march out the back. (Mind) (Dif: 20) (+3 to next round) -Put on your poker face and convince them you're not on the menu, slip out through the back (soul) (Dif: 16) Success: You're out through the back door and confronted with startlingly bright sunlight-
Failure: OH GOD THE PAIN Quote: Well that didn't turn out so good. They sure don't look pleased either, and they convey as much by kindly 'tenderizing' Ferrah's dinner (that would be you) with clubs through the bars like the a*****e squirrels they are. The smell of damp earth again as you're drug by your feet down the hallway. Light periodiclly filtering down to glare in your face from twig-hatched skylights bore out of the tunnels every so often. You're near the surface... Options-Get up and kindly present them with a new breathing hole. (body) (Dif:18 ) -Kick them off first chance you get and make a break for it! (Body/2 + Int+2, round down) (Dif: 13) -Bide your time until they pass by something big and heavy... (Mind) (Dif: 14) -Ohhh the pain. Ohhhhh I think I'm dying. Please for the love of god just put me down a momen- is that a green bottomed specklefly? OH MY GOD RUN FOR IT. (Soul) (Dif:15) Success: You're free! Hurrah! Make a break for it up the hall where a woven door glows with the promise of concealed sunlight.
Failure: Whether it's drug, kicked in or make a wrong turn, you end up down in a deep, muddy pit... It smells of... well... the skull next to you is a good indication you shouldn't breath too deeply. Light filters down from a woven ceiling above...
Round 3 begins wednesday at 10am EST
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Teigra rolled 1 20-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 8:18 am
[Aegnor - Round 1 Failure - Kick them off first chance you get and bolt - Body: 9 | Mind: 4]
[9/2 = 4.5 | 4+2 = 6 | 4+6 = 10 + roll(13) = 23]
[Difficulty: 13]
[SUCCESS]
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Bloody, mangy, foul-smelling excuses for tree-rats...
An endless stream of curses flowed through the wildcat's mind as he was dragged unceremoniously down the hallway by the beasts. Insults questioning the squirrels' parentage aside, the clever cat was also taking stock of the new situation and working on ways to get himself out of it. He wasn't sure where it was he was being taken, but his pride alone objected to being forced to do anything he hadn't chosen himself.
Not to mention, the cursed beasts were making a mess of his fur, dragging him backwards like this.
Sunlight broke through the thatched ceiling of the tunnels from time to time, appearing now with increased frequency. The wildcat's senses were in high alert. Wherever they were going, they must be getting close. If he was going to make his move, it'd have to be soon.
Ah, but Fortune decided at last to smile upon the tomcat, as up ahead, the squirrels had broken into some sort of squabble. Something about one having nuts for brains and forgetting the way, and another threatening to use one's tail as a broom to sweep the dungeon...honestly, Aegnor didn't care what the stupid beasts were chattering about. What he did care was that they were distracted, if only momentarily.
Throwing off his feigned lethargy, the wildcat suddenly tensed and lashed out at the squirrels with a powerful kick of his clawed feet. The paws on his ankles let go in surprise, and the feline was quick to roll onto his feet. He snarled, throwing a couple quick slashes to give them something to think about, before turning and taking to his paws. It wasn't normally his nature to flee, but...he wanted to get the heck out of these accursed tunnels as soon as possible. He'd get his revenge on the tree-rats when he was in a more advantageous position to do so.
Like a glowing beacon of Fate's smile upon Aegnor, the woven door ahead promised freedom and escape from the cramped tunnels. Fangs flashing in a pleased grin, the wildcat sprinted for the door, practically crashing through it in his haste to be free...
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 8:19 am
*messed up and didn't roll and guilds won't let her edit in a roll* >.<
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Indubitably rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 8:21 am
BANJORIE
Roll - 10 / Body - 8 = 18
NARROW FAILURE: "Close, but no cigar."
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Wolverines had, most of the time, two basic speeds when in a natural snowy environment: Stop and Sprint. While this was so they could stay atop the snow and not lose momentum, in this case, it was toward the smell of fresher air and perhaps, freedom.
More shrill, disgrunted words, gossip, as she rounded the corner, skidding to a stop at the sight, and sound, of even more squirrels. No wonder some people called them tree-bunnies. Her lip curled instantly in a snarl as she began to growl, loudly, and she struck without hesitation.
Odds? What odds? Banjorie could hardly count the squirrels, let alone consider the odds. She was BANJORIE. How dare they come toward her.
For awhile, and she bit and swung, and lunged, it seemed as if she was going to win this, as if she was going to escape. Unfortunately, the squirrels had more than numbers over her. They had organization, and the combined fear of 'Farrah' and Banjorie's destruction to help fuel their efforts.
One moment, she was pinning and shredding an unlucky, shrieking squirrel, and the next, something decidedly heavy had hit her in the back of her head, which had still been throbbing.
Pain. More of it. Her vision went dark, and she felt the sensation of being piled upon, pummeled by the blows of much smaller paws...
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Teigra rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 8:25 am
[Janika - Round 1 Success - Convince them to join you - Mind: 4]
[4 + roll(9) = 13]
[Difficulty: 20]
[FAIL]
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Almost free, almost free, almost free...
The wildcat's paws pounded the floor of the tunnels as she continued climbing towards what she hoped was the exit. Then, as she rounded a corner...her hopes plummeted, shattering upon the earth.
A dozen pairs of squirrel eyes darted up to meet her slitted blue ones. Crap. Having caught the tail-end of the conversation before her arrival was noticed, her mind turned quickly, grasping for her only hope in getting out of this situation. She was a cunning cat, yes...sly, manipulative, and inventive...
"...good evening, my dear squirrels. I'm afraid we may have gotten off on the wrong paw," she purred, putting on her most charming smile. What an understatement. "Still, misunderstandings happen, and I say we let bygones be bygones. Afterall, it sounds as if you have more important issues to deal with."
A couple of the squirrels tilted their heads at her, listening carefully and she was cheered on by the belief that she might be getting through to some of them. "I propose an alliance, my friends. Why, a wildcat and a number of great, strong, agile squirrels like yourselves, well...what could possibly stand against us? Why let yourselves be ruled by another when you could be freebeasts?"
A couple of the larger squirrels, frowning in thought, turned to confer amongst themselves for a moment. Janika strained her ears to pick up the conversation, but to no avail. Instead, she settled for keeping her smile warm and welcoming, her stance falsely relaxed.
"Sorry, missy," announced one of the squirrels, apparently speaking as leader for the group, or at least temporary spokesperson. He shook his head, shrugging and raising his paws in a helpless manner. "Your offer be nice and all, but...honestly, Farrah be far scarier than you. Nothin' personal, ya got me?" He chuckled humorlessly, signaling the others with a paw.
As the squirrels closed in around Janika, she backed away until her shoulders hit the wall. Snarling in what she hoped would be a threatening manner, she watched the creatures close in around her...
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