There was something about the new weapon that lay flat against West's back that sang to him. It made his stomach jump and his blood go hot, and all he wanted to do when he held it was find more things to kill.
He was wandering through the fog, looking to do just that, when he heard a voice, the same one that had spoken to him when he had been brought back to life. He squinted, trying to make out what was ahead, but all he saw was a dark blob against the grey, and...
"What the hell's this?" West asked the air, not expecting an answer. He tried to escape, much in the same way that he had when faced with the reality of giving up his heart, but everywhere he turned, in every direction he headed, there were mounts.
"Fine."
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He quickly made his way down the row of animals, dismissing each with a frown.
"Nope," he said to the horse.
"Nice horns, but still no," he told the goat.
"Stop yer damn smiling," he barked at the alpaca.
"Don't..."
West didn't really have much of anything to say to the camel. It stood there, chewing nothing and staring at him through its half-lidded eyes, unaffected by his snark. Bring it on, the camel said with its floppy-lipped sneer.
"You'll do."
OOC: TRAVELING
gaia_crownMount Stats:
Current mount being used: Hocky the Camel Mount's Current Temper: 8 Terrain movement: 2d4 Uneven terrain movement: 2d4 Food required: 5
West really had no idea how to tell how close they were to their goal, seeing as how he wasn't the one leading them. The one thing he did know was that if they stopped, they would never get there.
"Hocky!" he shouted as they began to slow, his voice a sharp burst of sound in the silence. West kicked at the camel's sides, but all that earned him was an angry toss of the creature's head, one that flung a viscous trail of spit back across his leg.
"You walkin' pile of steaks! I'll..." West fell silent as Hocky nearly bucked him off. He leaned forward, grabbing the camel's neck. Letting the stupid animal have a break was loads better than getting left behind.
Quote:
Your mount is getting annoyed at you. Its temper drops by 2. Adjust its temper accordingly.
OOC: EVENT
gaia_crownMount Stats:
Current mount being used: Hocky the Camel Mount's Current Temper: 6 Terrain movement: 2d4 Uneven terrain movement: 2d4 Food required: 5
Your character is attacked by bandits! They have 20 attack! Roll your equipped weapon's dice. If your result is lower, subtract the difference and adjust your current HP. For example, if you roll and have 7 attack, then you take 13 HP damage.
OOC: EVENT
gaia_crownMount Stats:
Current mount being used: Hocky the Camel Mount's Current Temper: 6 Terrain movement: 2d4 Uneven terrain movement: 2d4 Food required: 5
West heard the bandits before he saw them. He drew his sword, intending to take them out quickly if they were anything like the other creatures he had faced, but he miscalculated his weapon's weight and toppled from Hocky's hump just as the group of misty people arrived.
Like a turtle stuck on its back, West wiggled back and forth for a full ten minutes as he tried to get up and fight while simultaneously having the s**t kicked out of him.
In the end it was Hocky who saved the day, biting and spitting at the bandits until they retreated.
As West climbed up onto the camel's back, he gave its neck a pat. "Sorry I called you steaks, man."
OOC: EVENT
gaia_crownMount Stats:
Current mount being used: Hocky the Camel Mount's Current Temper: 6 Terrain movement: 2d4 Uneven terrain movement: 2d4 Food required: 5
