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PrinceDave
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PostPosted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 6:22 am


Hey guys! The prompt might be a weee bit late today. I'm juggling finals/preparing for SO to visit. However, my shortcomings are your opportunity! You'll have about 45 extra minutes give or take to add your entry if you haven't already :>
PostPosted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 8:05 am


Round One Success
Round Two Success

Freedom! Maybe.

Except for the fact you seem to have found yourself on a dense sort of hilly outcropping, all stone and dirt and forest pine somewhere up in what you can only assume is the border between Sunhedge and Breezemoor. It would take a while to get home even if you were as fortunate to find your way and not get caught.

Quietly... stealthily, you creep down the hillside in hopes you won't run into any more of those squirrel guard. Yet... there is something watching you. Something following you. You can just about smell the presence of another and it is a smell that weaves and subsides as it toys with you and your flight from it's lands.

Options
-Pretend like you don't notice before hauling a** up the next high thing you pass. (body) (Dif: 14)
-Make a dash for it! Bob and weave for the love of leaf! (mind) (Dif: 16)
-I'll try and talk it down- whatever it is... (soul) (Dif: 20)

Succeed - You make it to a high place, whether it's a rock or otherwise, and it's by the edge of a rather steep cliff side. Better hold on tight, because whatever it is is down there looking up at you, it's large dark head baring it's teeth at you.

Failure - You don't quite make it to your destination as a quick, dark furred beast pounces you in your retreat. It swipes you aside like a toy and pins you under a heavy paw.

Note If you won over guards before, they get snapped up behind you. You know they say about out swimming sharks... you only have to be faster than the beast swimming with you.



Round One Success
Round Two Failure

THERE WAS A FIREFIGHT. Or maybe just a lot of fists to the jugular, either way you find yourself a broken beast as you're dragged outside and dropped atop a large, flat rock. A shadow creeps over you as a wicked looking wolf in dark pelt approaches and sits down only a foot away.

"Welcome to Harrogate, I see my little pets have treated you well." She taunts, her voice deep and vicious even in speech. "My, and they've brought me such a delicious treat today- ah, tell me. What is your name, so that I might ponder it as I chew your bones."

Options
- I ain't gonna take that kind of talk from no wolf! Have at ye! (Body) (Dif:20)
- You notice a wicked branch of thorns laid not far from reach... maybe if you could introduce those to her paw and make a run for it. (Mind) (Dif: 14)
- Use her massive superiority complex against her and convince he that it simply wouldn't be wolf like to eat prey without a chase... (Soul) (Dif: 16)

Succeed - OH GREAT THISTLE, RUN FOR IT! (downhill)
Failure - You've either offended or irritated her enough to deserve a nasty swipe, but at least you've got some space between you! RUN FOR IT! (Uphill)





Round One Failure
Round Two Success

FREE...dom? Oh great thistle, there's squirrels down here and they're dancing around a fire within a deep earthen burrow, some other poor creature the center feature as it writhes about, tied to a pit. Their misfortune however is your luck and the squirrels are far too focused on watching their little guest toast than your entry. Ohhhh the moral quandaries.

Options
- Meat eating squirrels? What in the world? THIS MADNESS MUST STOP. RUIN THEM ALL. (Body) (Dif: 18 )
- You notice a acorn nut filled with oils in the corner... hmmm, fire. (Mind) (dif: 14)
- Maybe if I just... sneak... out the side... (can not take bonus) (Mind) (Dif:8 )
- Maybe I can convince them... I'm supposed to be here and ah... I'm just going to be going that way... (Soul) (Dif: 16)

Bonus! Free/Take the creature with you. This round is 2 points harder to make, but the next round you get a bonus 3 help from your new friend for life.

Success - You manage to make it down a side hall and before you the hall seems to let out next to a riverside, the sound of rushing water like music to your ears.
Failure - Will the pain never end? They aren't too happy either, beating you down and grabbing you up by the scruff to drag you down to a riverbank, muttering something about how this is all too much trouble just to keep some fat, stupid wolf happy.




Round One Failure
Round Two Failure

Well. On the bright side, it can't get any worse. Right?

Right?

A few hours leave you to stew in the muddy pit, plenty of time to name the remains of what must have been at least 6 other critters, each with long scraps down their bones that could only be caused by only the most monstrous of teeth. You pause... there is a chanting coming from above... it's those squirrels again and it can't be good news...

Options
- Climb up that muddy wall using root and claw and tooth. When they open that woven hatch they're going to get a whole lot more than they bargained for.... (Body) (Dif: 14)
- In the time you've had to toil down here, you've wasted none of it counting toes. With some of the... euch... leftovers, you've managed to craft a sort of rope and hook. When they open that hatch, you're not staying down here... (Mind) (Dif:16)
- Use the bones and mud to disguise yourself. There ain't nobody here... honest! (Soul) (Dif: 12)

Succeed- You manage to get out, whether immediately or after all the chanting had faded and to deem it safe to move, your view just cresting the edge of the pit...
Failure- The woven hatch opens... and oh horror of horrors it's the gaping jaws of a wolf.

PrinceDave
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vilegloom rolled 1 20-sided dice: 16 Total: 16 (1-20)


vilegloom


Vampire

PostPosted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 8:10 am


[Reserving for Eleanor- body = 10.
+3 for previous round's success.

Round One = 17; success
Round Two = 25; success


-Pretend like you don't notice before hauling a** up the next high thing you pass. (body) (Dif: 14)

Roll = 29; ridiculous, epic success. xD]

With her Hulk-like strength, Eleanor pulled down a cliff on top of the scary beast in the process of climbing up to safety. With each grasp on the rocky cliff-face, the large barn own pried free various rocks and other debris which tumbled down behind her, towards whatever dark creature was lurking behind her.

[srsly. How else do I handle such a ridiculous roll? xD]
Rainhowl rolled 1 20-sided dice: 13 Total: 13 (1-20)
PostPosted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 8:12 am


Name: Torn Bane
Option: Two
Roll: 13 + 7 = 20 (Success!)

-Success-Failure-Success-

They didn't take her skull away again.

That was the first thing Torn Bane noticed as she began to regain consciousness. The second thing she noticed was that the rather scrawny squirrels seemed to be having some trouble shifting her bushy bulk. It couldn't have been easy for them, though they swarmed her in numbers enough to get the job done. She ached from the thorough beating she had been given and held still as she waited for a chance to make another break for it or until they deposited her at their intended destination. It seemed they were going outside and outside was good. Very good. If she could make a break for it now, it'd be all the better for her, but her battered and bruised body protested with each jostle from the bushy-tailed little horrors and she was beginning to doubt her own skill.

Her skull-clad head cracked against the stone as she was hoisted up and dropped, rather unceremoniously. She groaned slightly and sat up as a shadow washed over her. Her ice-blue eyes narrowed to slits and a growl welled up in her throat as she turned her gaze to see just what had caused her such disruption to her life and, well, pain for that matter.

"Welcome to Harrogate, I see my little pets have treated you well. My, and they've brought me such a delicious treat today- ah, tell me. What is your name, so that I might ponder it as I chew your bones."

The creature was large and dark, striking a chill into the heart of the usually unshakable fox. She could not be the deity of the troop, however, given the fact that she relied on those bushy-tailed rodents in such a manner. She scowled under her mask and scooted back slightly. She caught sight of the thorny branch just by happenstance and a plan quickly formed in her mind.

"This one is called Torn Bane, wolf, not that it shall matter to you much longer. This one would advise you to hold your tongue before a - shaman!" As if giving herself a que, she lunged to the side, wrapping her paw around the thorny weapon. Desperate times caused for desperate measures and this one was certainly a stretch. She smashed the makeshift weapon onto the larger creature's paw, then shot off, downhill, like a rocket. Er, at least as fast as she could after the thorough beating she had received.

Rainhowl

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Rainhowl rolled 1 20-sided dice: 17 Total: 17 (1-20)

Rainhowl

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PostPosted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 8:16 am


Name: Jukka
Option: Three
Roll: 17 + 7 = 24 (Success!)

-Success-Failure-Success-

Well, this was rather unfortunate!

The otter had been overrun by the bushy-tailed little vermin! Beaten, to boot! All he had tried to do was to help them. He could have taken a more violent approach and busted some heads together, but his bleeding, little heart had to get in the way. He knew he should have tried something different! He cursed himself inwardly and it seemed that with each shift the squirrels made, his head conked against the pathway's tough floor.

"Tch, yowww, take et easy with a bloke, wou'd ya, ya tree-jumpers? Y'gonna knock all my senses out, what the way yer goin' an' all!"

"Arr, shut your yap, fishmonger." A sharp prod from one of the spears got Jukka to obey rather sharpishly and he bit his tongue as he fought the urge to continue to argue with the little terrors. Before the temptation became to great, however, they were outside and at their destination. He was dropped on the stone slab with a thud and quickly sat up. It was the perfect time to bolt! Oh, wait, not it wasn't. There was a wolf. Surely, she was going to eat him, and he was very much afraid. His paws trembled slightly as he tried to push himself away from her, though he only put a hair's breath between them.

"Welcome to Harrogate, I see my little pets have treated you well. My, and they've brought me such a delicious treat today- ah, tell me. What is your name, so that I might ponder it as I chew your bones."

Ooooh, this was a mighty fine pickle and he didn't quite see how he'd get out of it, but he had to try. He couldn't see himself just giving up. That was far too easy and sounded a bit too painful for his liking. So he did the only thing he could think of. He began to babble, without a single plan in mind. As he spoke, however, one came together quickly, and he prepared himself to spring.

"Oi, ain't you a nice, fine lookin' specimen, aw' nice and big, what with such a thick coat. Sure are a real wolf. Y-you c'n call me Jukka an' I take et yer the mighty Ferrah what I been hearin' them squirrels jabberin' on about. Well, one what's so mighty as yerself, you oughta like the hunt, eh? Ain't no sport for someone what's so fine as yourself t'just eat some on' waterdog like me as is. What say y'give me t'fine honor of bein' 'unted by ya?" He had to struggle, to force the words out, and when he was anxious, his accent became thicker. However, she seemed to take the bait, buttered by his praises.

"You have a keen eye, otter. The taste of your flesh shall be all the more sweeter. I grant you this honor. You have to the count of ten. One... Two..."

He didn't wait to hear any more. The long-bodied creature dropped to all fours and high-tailed it away from her as fast as he possibly could.
wolfspectre13 rolled 1 20-sided dice: 10 Total: 10 (1-20)
PostPosted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 8:24 am


Reserve for Al-

Round 1- Pass
Round 2- Fail

Option 2 - You forgot your APPETIZER.

10+9=19>14

Result- SUCCESS

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Everything hurt. Hurt so much. His already damaged body shouldn't have to go through this trivial torture, the shadows were still whispering around him but at least it was sunny out here. At least-

OH GODS.

It may not have been the monster in the shadows. But goodness if it wasn't close to what Al had imagined it to be. Fate had gobbled his muse and now a different and yet the same set of jaws would devour him without incident.

No.
No they wouldn't.
If he let it end now, if he gave up-
Then there went all the chances he was given. There went his lover's death, poof, of no importance. If he couldn't beat THIS monster, how could he beat the etherreal demon that plagued him and held his muse captive? What good was he then?
He clenched his fists... well... as well as a bat can anyways.

But going at the wolf with just his broken body would be like not only feeding the beast, but putting the food right in its mouth, no effort at all.
What else was there to do?

And then he spotted the branch. Thorny, small, and next to the rock.
He couldn't tell if it was his heart beating in his ears or the tattoo of the war drums in anticipation for conflict.
"My name is..." He was reaching for the branch slowly, the wolf's question providing a distraction.
Almost... there...
"My name is Ailin Duskwaker! And I am not...not! NOT GOING TO BE VICTIM TO YOUR GNASHING TEETH. I WILL ONE DAY DEFEAT THE SHADOWS THAT HOLD MY LOVE AND MUSE- AND I AM THE ONE THAT WILL MAKE YOU SWALLOW ALL YOUR SINS NEVER ATONED!"

There weren't nearly enough thorns on the branch to count for that last part. But beggars can't be choosers, and while the wolf nearly went into hysterics ( a cripple bat claim combat superiority? What is this? ) Ale used a wing to fling the branch at the wolf.

Originally it was supposed to hit her in the eyes. But the open mouth as she laughed was just as good.
Out of reflex the jaws closed, and then there was a pained howl as the wolf tossed her muzzle back and forth trying to shake loose the thorns.

Oh yeah, that was his cue to run wasn't it?

Yeah. Running would be a good idea.

So Ailin booked it, choosing downhill in hopes that his gimp wings could at least gain some air to help him glide, screaming and voice rising like the tide of adrenaline pumping through his system, legs moving in time to the still present deep voice of the drums echoing in his ears.
Really. All this running was going to make him ACHE later, if he survived to make it to later.

wolfspectre13

Teigra rolled 1 20-sided dice: 2 Total: 2 (1-20)

Teigra

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PostPosted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 8:32 am


Aegnor Stonepaw

Round One: Failure
Round Two: Success

You notice a acorn nut filled with oils in the corner... hmmm, fire.
BONUS: Free/Take the creature with you.


Mind: 4
Roll: 2
Total: 6

Difficulty: 14 + 2 = 16

[FAILURE]

---

Oi! Blasted tree-beasts were mad! That was the only explanation for this insanity. Squirrels kidnapping wildcats, dragging them off who-knows-where, dancing around fires like little heathens, with creatures tied up in the middle of their mad circles...

He'd gone mad, that was the only explanation for any of this. Well, or they had. He'd go with that one, since Aegnor liked to believe he was still sane, and that as soon as he got out of this madhouse, the world would start to make sense again.

As of yet, the mad beasts hadn't noticed him, and the wildcat pondered trying to sneak around out of sight to make his exit. However...the wild tom still held some grudges against the rats that dared drag him into this madness. Of course, he justified this with the logic that if they saw him, they'd just come after him again anyway, so it made sense that a sort of distraction, maybe taking the form of injury to the rotten beasts, might keep them busy long enough for him to slip away...

His eyes glittered with malice, lighting upon the hollow acorn full of oils nearby. Fire fuel, yes...and lots of it. More than would be needed to start a fire, obviously, so it was probably a storage of sorts, so they wouldn't have to retrieve more any more often than necessary. Reaching over stealthily, he clutched the acorn full of oil in his paws, taking slow, deliberate steps towards the circle of dancing beasts and the fire. He reared back, preparing to throw the oil over the lot of them...then halted.

His eyes had locked now on the creature in the center of the ring. Was that...an otter? Well, he'd certainly not be comfortable with all those flames about. The wheels in his head turning, Aegnor pondered the likelihood of whether he could get the otter out of the way before drenching the rest of the crowd in oil and flames.

Awww...he was going to rescue the poor beast; how sweet! Well, it was nothing so altruistic as all that. Aegnor was a clever cat, always looking for his next advantage. A grateful rescuee could make for a good minion, should he need it. And all else fails, the beast could be disposable. Afterall, the wildcat would have lost nothing he didn't have before this mess started.

Aegnor paused, tucking the acorn of oil under his arm, and crouching on the toes of his footpaws. Ready...ready...GO! He dashed headlong into the whirling circle of dancers, and he braced his shoulders to knock a couple of them aside as he ran. "Move it, ya' nut-munching, bark-brained, rats!" Claws extended, the wildcat made a couple quick slashes at the bound creature as he passed, ignoring how the prisoner cringed, imagining his incoming fate...

"You gonna' get up, or lay there, otter? Either's fine by me, but I'm leavin' and things are looking to get a little hot around here," the wildcat quipped, pausing only to take a swipe at an incoming squirrel, his tail lashing about behind him.

Wide-eyed, the otter scrambled upright to follow the crazed wildcat. "Y-y-yes, sir! Thank you, sir! I--"

"Escape now, ramble later," Aegnor shot back, immediately turning to burst back through the circle once more. The otter was close behind and as soon as the pair was outside the ring, the wildcat whirled and splashed the contents of the acorn over the mob. Flickering flames licked at the oil, then raced over the crowd as fluidly as water.

Burning water.

Chaos erupted anew as some of the squirrels were instantly swallowed by flames. Of course, some were left untouched and those turned to race after the escaping duo while their comrades rolled around on the ground, desperate to put the flames out. Aegnor cursed under his breath, glancing over his shoulder at their pursuers while pounding his paws against the earth as quickly as possible.

"I'll...I'll never be able to repay you, kind sir!" the otter panted, racing along aside the wildcat.

"Eh, I'll claim that debt later, kid. Let's get out of here first," Aegnor muttered distractedly, more concerned with looking for an exit right now. The tunnels twisted and turned, so much that one could scarcely tell if they were going up, down, left, or right at any given moment. They were making no noticeable headway towards the surface, and the squirrels were closing in fast behind them.

Weighing his options, Aegnor's eyes traveled towards the young otter running at his side. "Hey, kid....you really wanna' repay me, eh?"

"Oh, yes sir! Anything!" came the eager reply.

"Good, 'cause it seems 'later' comes sooner than ever these days." As the squirrels rounded the corner, coming into sight, Aegnor grabbed the otter by the scruff of his neck and flung him unceremoniously into the mob of squirrels. That oughta' distract them for a moment while he made his escape.

He turned and dashed headlong down the tunnel...into a second group of angry squirrels. The creatures took him by surprise, swarming over his limbs and taking him hostage, with a few spare kicks and swipes for good measure. Struggling gamely, as the beasts dragged him bodily out of the tunnel and towards a riverbank, Aegnor had to admit that while outnumbered at the moment and unable to break free of the mob's hold....at least he was outside again.
Teigra rolled 1 20-sided dice: 1 Total: 1 (1-20)
PostPosted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 8:36 am


Janika Razorclaw

Round One: Success
Round Two: Failure

You notice a wicked branch of thorns laid not far from reach... maybe if you could introduce those to her paw and make a run for it.

Mind: 4
Roll: 1
Total: 5

Difficulty: 14

[EPIC FAILURE]

---

Janika hissed softly, failing to veil her building anger towards the cocky wolf and her squirrel minions after this sort of treatment. How dare they treat her this way?!? Like some...common prey animal for dinner?!? Didn't they know who she was?

...okay, maybe not yet, but they would! Someday, when her name was a common word, associated with fear and power and strength...and beauty and grace and...

Right, hungry wolf to deal with. "Look, I've had about enough of you and your minions, missy." She snarled, no longer bothering to hide her fury. Slitted eyes narrowed, darting to the side briefly before making her move to grab at a thorny branch nearby. Anything would do as a weapon at this point.

Unfortunately, the wolf caught the movement of her eyes and just what she was looking at, and darted backwards to avoid the coming swipe.

That never came.

Because, even more unfortunately, Janika's blind grab resulted in her grabbing the branch tightly in preparation to strike...and sinking several sharp thorns into her soft paw.

"YEEEOWRRR!" She flailed her paw about, then shoved it into her mouth to suck on, eyes squeezed tightly against the pain. The wolf nearly fell on her tail laughing at the wildcat's plight. Oh yeah, she'd really inspired fear and intimidation with that maneuver.

Hissing, Janika took a blind, clawed swipe at the air in front of the wolf, which seemed to catch her attention once more, the amusement falling from her muzzle. "While that was amusing, my dear, I tire of this game. I'm growing quite hungry and just a bit irritated with your lack of manners." With that, the wolf swung her paw at the wildcat. Scrambling to get out of the way, just a bit too slow, Janika took the hit on her haunch, leaving a collection of jagged scratches and sending her tumbling head over tail.

When she finished rolling, she took to her paws, leaving behind any sense of dignity or pretense of strength in a mad scramble up the hill, knowing full well she was running for her life.

Teigra

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Malhyanth rolled 1 20-sided dice: 7 Total: 7 (1-20)

Malhyanth

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PostPosted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 8:37 am


The Bone Collector : A Thorny Paw For Your Trouble

Mind : 7 | Roll : 7 | Result : 14 - Marginal Success!!

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Bound and dragged, The Bone Collector was starting to lose his temper with this freakish Squirrels. His tail lashed, his teeth gnawed aggressively at the binding that wrapped around his head and stopped his snarls. The Squirrels chattered excitedly, and dealt swift kicks to the infuriated Fox whenever they felt like it. The Collector memorised everything about those Squirrels, because as soon as he was free, they were going to be murdered and stripped of their flesh and devoured, that he swore.

Eventually, the dragging came to an end as he was thrown unceremoniously on a flat rock beneath a blinding sun. He watched with silent, still ferocity as all Squirrels but one fled back to their underground haven, the one remaining one using a long blade to snip at the bindings and then flee as the Fox charged after him, his shrieks only drowned out by the growling chuckle from behind. The Badger-skulls, pale Fox turned, one dark eye peering about as the shadow fell over him.

An immense female wolf sat before the rock he had been dumped on, and she motioned for him to return. Eyes darted about quickly to assess the situation. They were outside, and he was close to freedom, if he could defeat this beast. A bramble branch, still covered in its sharp, blood-drawing briars lay discarded near by. The Fox clocked it, and strode confidently up to the Wolf's motioned place, casting a look over her that said little for what he thought of her.

"You must be the fabled 'Ferrah'? Pity, I thought you'd be a bear. Always wanted to fight a bear." It was the first words he had spoken since being brought to this place, and his aggression and fearlessness shone through. The Wolf clearly didn't like his cocky nature, and grunted at him, bearing her teeth. A paw rose, and the claws extended menacingly.

The Collector knew what he had to do, and dove to the right as the paw slammed down where he had been stood moments before, cracking the rock right down the middle, the two halves falling apart...


~~ROLL~~

The Bone Collector's paw closed around the briar branch, and he wielded it like a sword, swiping at the giant Wolf and her encroaching paws. She snarled as her paw was cracked harshly with the great thorns. The Fox darted this way and that, and as the paw crashed down over his head, he flicked the branch around the paw in a powerful sweep and gripped both ends, listening to the satisfying yelp of the wolf and tugging deeper, making the Wolf topple as he dragged away her paw beneath her body, which she tried to keep with the Fox, for fear of more hurt. She toppled over onto her face, and the Collector released the branch, and took off at a dash.

The hill was relatively steep, scree and stones loose as he slid down, more then ran. At one time, he tripped, and somersaulted down the slope, only to find himself on running feet once more. He was not about to hang about, he could hear commotion above, and it didn't sound good!
Teigra rolled 1 20-sided dice: 3 Total: 3 (1-20)
PostPosted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 8:38 am


Samantha Hakan

Round One: Success
Round Two: Failure

You notice a wicked branch of thorns laid not far from reach... maybe if you could introduce those to her paw and make a run for it.

Mind: 4
Roll: 3
Total: 7

Difficulty: 14

[FAILURE]

---

Biting back most of the snarky replies she'd like to give the wolf, Samantha settled for a narrow-eyed, indeterminate look. So, this was 'Ferrah', eh? Not exactly an easy fight...but it could have been worse. Still, the fox's smaller stature in mind, Samantha started thinking quickly to make the most of her other advantages.

"Ferrah, I presume?" she mused, tail flicking lightly as she 'lounged' on the flat rock in a faux-relaxed posture. After all she'd been through so far, she seemed remarkably at ease. Of course, that was all part of the plan. "Pleasure's all mine," she chuckled, smirking. "Though I could have suggested meeting under more fortunate circumstances."

"As for my name, well..." Her paw shot out, grabbing a twisted branch covered in thorns, careful to grasp between the sharp objects. She rolled her entire body to the side, adding momentum to the branch as it followed through, heading for the wolfess' face. "I only share that with friends!"

The wolf was fast....a bit too fast. She ducked, the thorns only grazing through her fur, scratching her skin only slightly. Just enough, apparently, to cause her to drop all pretenses in favor of bloodthirsty rage. Snarling, something more like a roar actually in Samantha's opinion, the wolf brought her claws down where the fox had lain only moments before. The sound of claws grating on stone caused both females to cringe, ears flattening, then the wolf was after her again.

Bouncing to her feet, then stumbling a couple steps as she regained her balance, Samantha darted out of the wolf's reach, just barely, and skirted around Ferrah to scramble up the hill, away from the predator. It was a race for survival and the odds played out somewhat evenly...

Ferrah had her size and the advantage of chasing Samantha up a hill...Samantha had her rage at her pursuer...and the adrenaline that comes when one knows their life is on the line.

Teigra

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Malhyanth rolled 1 20-sided dice: 11 Total: 11 (1-20)

Malhyanth

Dapper Gekko

PostPosted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 8:49 am


Mal : Acorn Oil For The Win!!

Mind : 6 | Roll : 11 | Result : 17 - Great Success!

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So he hadn't quite escaped yet! Oh thistle and burrs! Looking about, the sound of joyous giggling and squeaks of agony filtered through Mal's clouded mind, and drew his attention down into a pit, where Squirrels were happily spit-roasting some poor, hapless fool that had gotten into a worse situation then he had! Mal's loving heart shot out to the individual who was clearly suffering, and glanced around his position, resolving that this time, he wasn't going to flee. He was going to help that poor creature!

Beside his feet, a selection of acorn cups and full half-shells were gathered, holding an assortment of liquids and oils. Peering back over the lip of the burrow, Mal could see the three Squirrels were all on his side of the trough, and could easily be splashed. He prepared himself, taking two of the cups and pouring with intent to douse the Squirrels below. His eyes were hard crystals of pure blue as his anger roiled in his chest, barely contained.


~~ROLL~~

The oil doused the Squirrels thoroughly, and they looked about, clearly enraged by whatever had just occurred. Then, one looked up, and screamed. The great bulk of Mal had thrown itself over the lip of the pit, and his great foot-paws were directed at the heads of the two that were just turning about to see what the other was so terrified by. The foot-paws struck them dumb and sent them tumbling into the fire, where their oil soaked fur ignited instantly with an impressive WOOF. Mal snarled out a challenge, and the last of the Squirrels backed up, not realising his comrades were leaping back out of the fire at the same time.

They all collided, and the smoke of their burning fur filled the area and choked Mal, who had calmed himself as they raced off squealing and shouting, crying for help as they left the area. The neglected spit was quickly rescued by the great Badger, and he lifted it clear of the flames to find a poor, dishevelled otter, not very old, but by no means a dibbun. The little lass reminded him greatly of his good friend Jukka, and he lay the spit down carefully, using his claws to quickly snip the ropes that had held her, ever conscious of the encroaching flames that had escaped the firepit and were trailing along the oil splatters from his attack. The little otter was badly burnt, her fur on her face and body completely singed away, and her skin welting up in ugly burns and blisters. She was weeping, and Mal felt such pity for her, who had clearly been a very beautiful otter. Her blueish grey fur was ruined and frazzled by the heat of the flames. Her bright silver eyes were swollen shut.

"Little one, do not cry! I have helped you, now come, be strong. Can I lift you, little one?" She nodded to the kind voice, but mewed pitifully as the great Badger lifted her carefully. His blue eyes were full of sorrow as he glanced about, feeling the heat of the flames licking about his paws. "Come, lets head towards that stream sound! There may be a vessel of some sort!" Carefully holding the otter to his barrel chest, the Badger carried the little otter along, away from the fire and the smoke that made the air rank with the taste and smell of burnt fur and skin.
Nikiana rolled 1 20-sided dice: 3 Total: 3 (1-20)
PostPosted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 8:51 am


Name: Leven
Body: 8
Difficulty: 18 (STOP THE MADNESS!) + 2 (Free the poor mouse) = 20
Result: 8 + 3 = FAIL

Leven burst through the door, expecting to find himself free from wherever he was being held. Instead, the hare came to a sudden stop at the sight of even more of those pesky squirrels. He started to sneak away when he realized just what they were doing. "I say!" The hare exclaimed in surprise, drawing the attention of several of the nearby squirrels.

The hare leapt to, taking down several of those nearby. But, eventually, the sheer numbers took their toil on our brave hero. "Ouch! Ow! 'Ey, that hurts!" Leven's protests were ignored by the squirrels as they beat him mercilessly until the hare finally sank to his knees. A few grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and started hauling him away while others continued to kick at his body.

This was not good. "Tis what you get for bein' a hero, Leven," the hare scolded himself. The sound of flowing water became louder. Oh great, at least he'd die clean!

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Moofuls rolled 1 20-sided dice: 17 Total: 17 (1-20)

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PostPosted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 9:49 am


[[Nolan - Round One Failure, Round Two Success

Mind = 8, KILL IT WITH FIRE + Mousie Dif:16. Success!]]

The sight that awaited him beyond the woven door was the absolute last thing that Nolan had expect. Well, perhaps that was an exaggeration. He really wasn't surprised to see more squirrels, but to see several squirrels cavorting about a fire and cooking--what was that, a mouse?--a mouse alive was on the more bizarre end of his imagination. The young hare immediately stepped back a pace to watch the proceedings through a crack in the doorway, taking the time to take stock of the situation instead of barging in without a plan.

Here was a dilemma. Not concerning the mousie, no; Nolan really could have cared less about the unfortunate little mouse. Had he been any more sure of his escape, he would have snuck about and left the little mouse to burn up and distract the squirrels for him for a bit longer. But without his staff, the squirrels would only catch up with him once they bored with the mouse and noticed that he was missing (Not that he was actually leaving the staff, he assured himself). He couldn't outrun them like this. Now, if he caused some havoc, maybe took out several more squirrels, that would keep them occupied for considerably longer. And if he happened to help out the mouse in the mean time, well, a mouse was probably a better crutch than the stick that he was presently using.

Alternatively, he could turn around and explore down the other direction, but it was probably better to continue away from the squirrels that he had already beaten down, rather than returning to the scene of the crime.

From behind the door, he watched for a short time, eyes searching the room for an effective means of clearing out the squirrels--or smiting as many as possible, he addiction suggested. Nolan was inclined to agree. He watched, silently, as one squirrel broke off from the group about the fire and started towards the door, only to veer off as he neared and instead paused near a shelf where several acorn shells rested, each full of some unknown liquid. Using a smaller shell fragment, the squirrel, cackling, spooned out a bit of one of the liquids and hurried back towards the fire. He flung the liquid into the fire, and it blazed up towards the ceiling, sending the squirrels into a frenzy once more. Some kind of oil, then...

It wasn't much of a plan, really. In fact, it was incredibly risky; if something went wrong, he was dead. There was no outrunning this lot if they turned on him. But by blood and fire, he wanted to watch them burn.

Maintaining as much stealth as possible given that he had to clunk along with a stupid cell bar crutch, Nolan slipped into the room and towards the acorns full of oil. Retrieving one shell and a shell fragment spoon of his own, he crept towards the squirrels and settled himself in a little nook, a shadowy corner largely hidden by a sizable rock. Whenever a squirrel spun past, Nolan would scoop up a spoon full of oil and flick it out at the beast. The droplets and splashes weren't enough to really arose suspicion, especially swept up in their festivities as the squirrels were, but the clinging oil was not quick to leave the fur as other liquids might have. The result was that within a very short time, all of the squirrels glistened with a thin sheen of oil, and Nolan's acorn bowl was empty.

Timing his movements carefully, the hare abandoned his hiding spot and crept back towards the shelf for another pot. This time, however, he was not so lucky. As he neared the shelf, a shout went up, and he glanced back in time to see several heads turn his direction. Nolan threw himself forward at the shelf, abandoning his crutch in the process, and managed to brace himself against the shelf and remain standing. Scooping up one of the acorns, he hurled it across the room towards the fire, scattering oil every which way as it flew.

The fire roared and surged upward as the flying oil reached it, racing up along the airborne droplets before they could fall. Hare, mouse, and squirrels alike went up in flames as the blazing liquid fell and ignited whatever it came into contact with; the difference was that the hare and mouse had considerably less to keep it going, while the squirrels weren't going to be put out so easily. Squirrels, fur aflame, screamed and ran about as Nolan dropped to the floor and rolled to extinguish his singed fur. He snatched up his crutch, struggled to his foot, and hobbled past several flailing squirrels on his way across the room, which was blazing merrily by this point and rapidly filling with smoke. The smoke and general chaos set him off track; he found himself near the screaming mouse, who he had utterly forgotten about in the madness of the spreading fire.

Oh right, his living crutch. Right.

Nolan hurried to the mouse's side, with quick work, managed to severe the ropes that were already largely separated by fire. The mouse, still screaming (he was on fire, after all), fell to the ground and made to leap up, but Nolan shoved him back to the ground and physically rolled him about until the flames died down. "Y-y-you saved me," the mouse exclaimed, eyes wide and teary--whether from his ordeal or the smoke, it was hard to say. He had a few minor burns, certainly, but the blaze had largely taken his fur alone. "Your lucky day, mousie," Nolan offered by way of a greeting, and left the mouse to climb to his feet alone. "But there's a trade off, y' see. C'mon, you get t' be my crutch."

The mouse was quick enough to agree, more than grateful for his freedom even if Nolan had set him on fire in the process, and the hare draped his arm about his new companion's shoulders, but kept a hold of the cell bar with his opposite hand in case he should need it again. Together, they hobbled off and out of the chamber in the opposite direction from the screaming squirrels, the opposite direction from the door through which Nolan had arrived. They hadn't gone far before a light opened up ahead, accompanied by the sound of running water. Both beasts instinctively quickened their paces in response to the stimuli, and both gave excited cheers as their world opened up to a riverbank. Free.

Taerar Licorne rolled 1 20-sided dice: 10 Total: 10 (1-20)
PostPosted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 11:11 am


Haswar - Round 1 Failure / Round 2 Success
Mind: 9
Difficulty: 14 (option #2 - KILL THEM WITH FIRE)
Result: 10 + 9 = 19 = Success! Go, Granny Ferret!

Okay - that was not sunlight. Damn it all.

At first, Haswar could only stare when she slipped through the covering and found herself in what looked like a nightmare of the occult. She might have expected this kind of horrific behavior from cats, badgers, or even raptors, but squirrels? And they had some poor bird tied up - a cardinal, she thought; there weren't many other birds that bright a red - and were tormenting it. By the Great Tree's leaves, were they really going to roast that poor sap alive? Well, not as long as Haswar still had the strength to help - while she was certainly concerned with saving her own neck, she was a healer, damn it! She was not so callous as to ignore the cardinal's plight.

Thankfully, the squirrels were too preoccupied dancing and laughing and generally being evil and demonic to notice her, so Haswar took a moment to survey the new room. This group didn't have clubs - she couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. In fact, she couldn't see anything she could use for a weapon at first glance, not that she had much strength left to use a weapon even if she did. While she did take good care of herself, she was not physically strong, and the beating she received shortly before she pummeled the last group of squirrels with their own clubs had taken a lot out of her. Still, she had to do something-

Haswar's gaze fell onto a group of large acorns in the corner. They had been hollowed out into containers of some kind...yes! Unless her nose deceived her, they were filled with a kind of flammable oil, not unlike the kind she used at home at night. A malicious grin curved her muzzle before she rushed to the corner and grabbed two of the oil-filled acorns. Quickly, so as to catch them off-guard before they could retaliate, Haswar splashed liberal amounts of the oil on each surprised and bewildered squirrel. She took a good knock to the head from the last one and saw stars - by the Great Tree, she was going to be in a world of hurt in the morning - but she still managed to splash him thoroughly in the face before she leaped back and concentrated. Once again, she wished for her magical items and amplifiers from home as trying to coax the elements without them made her already throbbing head hurt even more, but with the squirrels soaked in oil, Haswar only had to conjure a few sparks from the flames to ignite them, and she couldn't hold back a satisfied cackle as they screamed and thrashed, their fur ablaze.

With the squirrels sufficiently...ah, distracted, Haswar rushed to their captive and worked loose his bonds. "Thank me when we get out of here in one piece," she grumbled to cut off the terrified bird's string of frantic praises and gratitude. He was missing a few pawfuls of feathers, and the rest of his feathers were a little singed, but other than that, he appeared no worse for wear - just frightened out of his mind. "Come on!" After making sure her new companion could at least flutter well enough to keep up and that his wings weren't damaged, she rushed with him past the still writhing and burning squirrels and into a new hallway. Haswar had to admit she was rather pensive - what other horrors did this den contain, and did she even want to know? Still, she rushed on with the cardinal until her working ear perked up - water! She heard water! They were almost outside, finally!

...she hoped.

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StarieMichie rolled 1 20-sided dice: 11 Total: 11 (1-20)

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PostPosted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 11:12 am


Spot is going to duck and weave out of here like mad! [ 8 + 3 (bonus from last round) + 11 = 22 ] SUCCESS!


The screams of several squirrels pierced Spot's ears. "Oh no, oh no, oh no..." he thought, "this isn't how it's supposed to go!" All of his little companions had been swept away by a large, black paw. Russ, Sal, the squirrel with the bandanna, they were all just gone. Every last one that he had convinced to have a life of freedom had just met their demise. He hated to see life wasted like that. They weren't innocent souls by any stretch of the imagination, but Spot felt horrible for leading them into slaughter. This was completely his fault.

Still though, there was an upside to this. Grim as though the thought was, the squirrels' deaths had bought him some time. Ferrah would be dealing with them, and that would give him time to make a break for it. It was the selfish thing to do. He knew that, even thought it meant certain death for him, that he really should go back and save whoever he could. Spot couldn't bring himself to do it though. When it came down to it, he was still just a coward running from his problems. He was a useless windbag; all talk with nothing to back it up.

And so he told himself that his running was really the right thing, that doing anything else would mean those squirrels' deaths were in vein. It was partly true, but mostly Spot was just creating a way to cope with his cowardice.

Ignoring the horrible sounds of death, he made a break for the door, and was greeted with fresh air and sunlight. And rocks. Lots and lots of rocks. How did he ever end up here? Spot shook off the thought. Worrying about that right now wasn't going to get him anywhere.

Spot began running. He ran and ran, but but something felt off. There was an ominous feeling around him. Had Ferrah started to chase him? This whole ordeal was getting worse and worse by the minute.

His large claws tearing into the ground, Spot was darting and weaving like a pro. Badgers were not build for speed and grace, and he was no exception. He would have been better tunneling to the other side of the earth than he would have been sprinting. But he must have hit some sort of second wind. Lady Luck was shining on him again blessing him with speed he never thought he had. He would need her continued luck if he was going to get out of this alive.

Up ahead, he saw a large stack of rocks. Jackpot! The incline was steep, and not something just anyone could run up. Spot would be able to do it though, as his powerful claws dug into the stone as he climbed his way to the top. Once there, he noticed that the other side of the rocks were overlooking a large ravine. s**t. It was a dead end -- possibly even literally.

Spot looked back the way he came, panting and out of breath from this whole ordeal. There greeting him was only who he could assume to be Ferrah. Large eyes and a scowling maw stared back at him, and Spot almost jumped out of his skin. No wonder the squirrels had obeyed her every whim! She was downright scary!

With really no place else to go, Spot sat down and began to roll a cigar for himself. There was nothing to do now but play a waiting game to see if Ferrah would give up and go away, or if she would climb her way up to him. Either way, he could really go for a smoke right now.
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