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DraconicFeline rolled 3 100-sided dice:
3, 31, 97
Total: 131 (3-300)
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 Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 9:14 am
Character || Biroki
Stage || Sage
Battling || Spitorog x 3
Battle Stat || 25
Defense || 5
Roll Needed || 50-100
Rolled || 3, 31, 97
Outcome || win x 1, Lose x 2
Experience earned ||
Winning EXP
( 4 x 6 ) / 3 = 8
Losing EXP
2 ( 4] x 2 ) / 3 = 6
Total EXP: 14
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2014 9:33 am
"Go away." snapped Biroki to the stupid-faced creature that had decided that his supply shelves were an excellent place to sit. The Spitorog stared back dumbly, its stretchy cheecks moving in and out.
Normally, Biroki would not be yelling at Spitorogs, but today had been a bad day. Three patients from the big battle had been doing well, well enough that they could be entrusted to him for simple maintainence work instead of taking up the time of more powerful and trained healers. He had been doing everything right, too, not that there was much to do.
But they had begun to turn for the worse, and Biroki couldn't figure out why. It wasn't the Sptorog's fault - all of his supplies were protected from its dirty little feet. Something had gone wrong in their treatement at a level beyond Biroki - he was just doing what he had been told to do regarding them. They all had similar wounds and similar ailments and had started to take a turn for the worse in the same way. It was puzzling and aggravating and he was very upset about it. He would be calling in healers to check on them - his personal pet theory was that they had caught some nasty Oban disease - but for now he was trying to ease their pain somewhat.
And the damn spitorog happened to be in the way. He got what he needed, picked up the spiny creature and, after he had administered the painkiller and fever supressant, he scooped up the beasty and took it outside. He walked to the edge of the settlement, past the caravans moving out for places unknown and past the sentries and skirmishers who waited, on edge, for the next attack. Finally, he reached the edge of the settlement and, finding a nice forested wet area, dropped the spitorog there. It lay on its back as it had been dropped, its legs occasionally pawing weakly around it. "And stay there." he muttered, righting it with his hands.
He left it there, still staring, and felt a little bad about snapping at it. He knew he wasn't angry at the stupid creature. He knew it didn't deserve that kind of treatment. Hopefully, he thought, as he approached the more experienced healers, he would be in a better, kinder mood soon.
He reported the illness to the appropriate people, ate a snack, and returned to oversee the patient's care and finish his inventory. As he entered, he happened to glance at his supply shelves... to find two glittering, pudgy creatures staring in many directions at once.
As was a Spitorogs way.
"Auuugh, did you come back? Did you multiply? What the s-stars?!" he exclaimed, tensing with aggravation. A healer looked at him oddly, and he tried to bite back his frustration. Right. Healers were working in the tent now, and he couldn't distract them. He took a deep breath, then another.
Then, he picked up the two creatures, one under each armpit, and brought them outside. He carried them to the edge of the settlement, where he had left the other one. It still stood where he had set it down, grunting happily to itself. He set the new two down gently in the mud. "Stay." he said, before leaving them there.
He heard splashing behind him, and looked back to see the two spitorogs hopping after him instead of sitting content like their fellow. "Stop." he said. They did not. He walked a little further, and they continued to follow him. "Stop." They did not.
He turned and began to jog this time, listening to the noises behind him. He could still hear their grunting and ribbiting. He turned around again to find that, sure enough, they were still trailing behind him. He kicked at them, swiping at them with his foot, more feinting than actually trying to hurt them. It didn't phase them at all, though he nearly nicked his foot on their pokey backs. He winced, and decided to ignore them.
Well, he tried to anyway. He was aware of their croaking and hopping all the way back to the healer's tent. He knew they were there, right behind him, but he hoped that, if he didn't pay attention, they would hop away and do... whatever spitorogs did. Eat insects?
Instead, with a effortful pair of ribbits, they were suddenly on the shelves, shuffling around to stare at him with their wide eyes. He stared back at them for a few moments, before closing his eyes, shaking his head, and returning to his work, resigned.
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