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Newt

As much as he would have liked to brave, Newt knew that he wasn’t all that handy with the sword. Sure, he won many a battle against his own shadow and the tree across the way. But he wasn’t all too clever either, he knew enough to get by, but who knew how tricky the game would be. He hemmed & hawed, trying to make up his mind. With a shrug he answered the little creature, “Well, I guess we can Battle.”

[I can’t seem to decide, so I’m going to roll, LOL.

One 20-sided die - if result is 1-10 Battle, if if result is 11-20 Brain Game]

Mortimer tries to run face first into a tree.

There he was, at a desert oasis, lounging in a chair, enjoying life. Mortimer had a goblet of the finest nectar from the Great Tree itself, and a foxy lady was feeding him sweet, succulent grapes. He stared longingly into her... eyes... headlights... um, eyes, and in a low, seductive voice he said, "Hey sweet thing, how about some sugar for the hero?" Then he closed his eyes, and puckered up.

After a painfully long (and insulting) amount of time, Mortimer peaked open his eyes to see what was taking his busty goddess so long.

Then he screamed like a little girl.

This was so not what he was expecting! How could cruel fate torment him so? What type of sick joke was the universe playing?

Why would someone hex his hot girlfriend and turn her into an ugly gnome!?

Okay, the whole thing was thrown off. Mortimer was still going to bang her, but he really wasn't going to like it. He'd let her down gently in the morning-- another broken heart in yet another part of the forest. One of these days he really should mark down the parts of the map he needed to avoid because of one night stands gone sour.

Mortimer closed his eyes again, and thought about how pretty she used to be. Letting out a long sigh, he said with half of his usual smarm, "Babe, you have it wrong. I'm going to give you the kiss of your life."

Epra glanced over her shoulder as she continued on down the tunnels. The thing was still following her. The shrew gave a bit of a sigh. Perhaps it'd give up pursuit once she got closer to the bathspring. That thing looked as if a good wash would cause it to fall apart... And so the shrew tried to ignore the rather smelly shadow she'd acquired.

The young hedgehog wrinkled his nose at the suggestion that HE had been going to eat the poor bug. "No, I-" He was cut short by the suggestion of a fight. He raised his stick. "I'm not afraid to fight you!"

"Why don't you come down here and let me 'personalize' your sorry tail instead?" Fran huffed, disgusted completely. She could do some 'personalizing' with her fist on the gnome's face!

Mortimer

With your permission the little gnome creature plants a big soggy wet kiss right on your lips. As he pulls back he leaves a trail of slime from his lips to yours... gross. Then he grins at you and pulls away, poofing into a plume of dust. "You win..." Whispers an almost ethereal voice. YOU WIN! Mort gets a Category One prize ^_^

Trix *rolled a 4* mostly success....

You manage to pry his hands from your eyes so that you can see, and you also manage to throw yourself into a tree so that he falls from your personage and you're free... at least, you thought you were... but as you start to move away from him, you find that his hand is wrapped up in your skirt and he probably won't let go. You're either going to have to fight him or talk him down... ((fighting him requires 5 4 sided dice, talking requires brains XD ))

Rhys

"Okay" The little gnome shrugged his dirty, sand covered shoulders and got up to walk away. "Just call if you need me." Within a second he had burrowed down under the sand again.... as you're left to wonder what you're going to do stuck in the sand you hear a voice... "Though, come to think of it... I could let you out, if you wanted to fight me?"

Epra

You're good at ignoring the gnome... unfortunately ignoring them just seems to make them act out all the more. This one actually grabs your pants cuff and pulls hard enough to make you fall forward onto your face. Before you can get up the gnome creature hops up onto your back. "Wanna fight me? Or your could kiss me and make me a prince..." He grins at you.

Winnie

"I'll tell you what." He closes his mouth and takes an almost executive step forward... "I'll wash my mouth out if you'll give me a kiss... would be a great thing to get a kiss from a creature so lovely as yourself."

Tuck

"No way!" The creature scowled at you for a second.... "But I'll tell you what...I'll do you one better if you can beat me in a fair fight..."

Garret

"OKay!" Shouts the gnome creature... "Fight me if you want then! I'll even give you first shot..." (( if you fight roll 5 4 sided dice))

Fran

"Okay!" The little creature dive bombs you from the trees, but he didn't seem to be aiming for you, because he flops down about an arms length away... attack him? talk to him? ((if you skip to attack roll 5 4 sided dice in a post that's not the same as garret's))

Newt 1, 4, 3, 4, 2

Your first swing is a complete miss, but in perfect three stooges style, your next three swings get the little creature as he stands up from ducking the first, and then in the face when he's recovering from the second, and in the butt on the third. Your final (fifth) swing gets the little guy on the foot causing him to hop around yelping. He was apparently not as good a fighter as he thought, because as he hops around, he falls into a rock and hits his little head. The gnome creature poofs into nothingness (or as nothingness as a plume of dirty smoke can get. You hear a voice... "You win, little mouse warrior... now just sit and wait, you're the prize for the other mousie." YOU WIN! game over for Newt, he wins a category 2 prize ^_^ ... and he's going to be stuck on his little island until Abeya finishes her half.

Abeya

"INcoming!" hollers a voice... and before you know it a little gnome creature flops *literally flops* down into a pile of leaves to your right. He comes waddling out where you can see him, and he is particularly dirty for the gnome creatures. "Whats it gonna be mousie lady? A kiss or a kick? you'll get your fig Newton back." He grinned. "Aw, Dewly, they don't get your jokes, they're forest beasts!" Cried a voice from the woods. "I told you! I don't care! I think I'm funny!" He retorted.

Abeya

“I’d rather kick you, but I doubt that’s what you meant.” She wrinkled her nose and put her hands on her hips. He’s not my kid…I mean, yeah, I’m fond of Newt…but who knows what kind of ickyness this fella’ has on him. She shook her head, “No…no…I made a promise to protect him…and it’s just a kiss.” She turned to the little creature, “Dewly, is it?…alright Dewly…just one kiss…and no tongue…if you even have one.”