Welcome to Gaia! ::

A former Horsemen pit in the Sahara, once used as training by hunters, had been left in neglect. Coming across information about said cave, Otto Graves took a trip to look it over himself. Otto had once been held captive by Horsemen in the past, and felt it was very important trainees be given the chance to prepare for such situations.

Otto took it over. For a long time he'd been wanting to find his place in Deus, to find what special thing he could offer the hunters. His desire to create a specialization suitable to his own abilities, and gain approval for it, he got to work. Occasionally he asked for the aid from Moon or Life hunters for help in the pit's challenges, as well as compensation for those who test out his trial course.

Thus was born the training course. It focuses on surviving and escape. Fight fights when needed, run when required. Training how to survive jumps, climbs and other traps in order to live another day, in case rescue is out of the question.











START
• You start in a dirty cell with rusty bars. No mechanics here. Choose to dig your way out, kick down the bars, or however else you see fit!

1) Pit of the Famine Bugs:
• Scorpions, Beetles and Centipedes! Deadly creatures that intend to burrow bite and sting.
• Roll 2 D6
--> Rolling a 1 or a 6 = -2 HP per round hence forth.
(Yes, there is a chance to get 2 1s or 2 6s etc. This means you lose -4 HP per round. YAY!)

2) Cliffhanger
• You must navigate a narrow path with a little bit of rock climbing thrown in for extra fun! Get to the other side to continue onward!
• Roll 3 D10
--> Rolling a 1 = DEATH BY FALLING bye bye
--> Rolling a 6 = -6 HP (for every 6 u roll. have fun with that)

3) Tight Rope Bridge
• A "bridge" 60 feet long, stretching over a raging river leading to a 17 story tall waterfall. WHAT A VIEW!
• Roll 1 D20
• Rolling a 9 or more = Success!
• Rolling less than this = a deadly swimming lesson (you fell and drowned or fell and cracked open your head by pointy rocks at bottom) DEATH

4) Range of Archers
• This place is guarded, of course. And after the rope bridge you need to run like mad to get to the safety of the wooden bridge. Archers line the cliffs above the path. Try to make it without getting shot too much!
• Roll 2 D6 for damage
• BONUS: if you roll double 1s (ie. 1,1 ), No Damage for you!

5) Collissium Massacre
• This Battle Arena is filled with not just War Horsemen, but also terrifying beasts of questionable origins. Get out of there alive (and maybe take out some ponies while you're at it).
• Roll 3 D6
• First Dice: 1-2 = Captured or Death / 3-6 = Escaped
• Second Dice = Enemies you took out
• Third Dice = Damage you took on

6) Finding The Exit
• You're almost there! There are a variety of tunnels leading out, but they're very dark, so it's hard to tell if they are safe.
• Roll 1 D20
• Rolling a 12 or more = Success! You found the portal, and completed the training!
• Rolling 1-11 = Death or Captured

[ GALE : START ]


The Sahara was one of Gale's least favorite places, for a myriad of obvious reasons, but even he had to grudgingly admit that Otto's survival training course was a good idea. Maybe if everyone passed through it there would be less chance of dying when sent to the Sahara (though suffering always seemed to follow everyone both in and out of the damned place).

So it was for this reason that Gale found himself in a terrible, dirty prison cell deep in the pit of the Sahara.

He wrapped one hand around one of the bars and gave it an experimental tug, as though testing the weight of the metal. Frowning slightly, Gale took a step back and reached for the goggles tied around his head, lowering them until they were over his eyes and snapping them into place. Then, getting carefully into position, he twisted his body and kicked out hard, slamming the sole of his foot into the bars.

They creaked under the weight, but didn't give, at least not yet. Gale readjusted his stance and tried again, and then again, until, with a screeching sort of sound of metal against metal, the door finally gave away, collapsing to the ground in a deafening crash.

<< So dramatic. >>

Yeah, yeah, Gale thought, with a roll of his eyes, and stepped out of the cell.

[ GALE : PART 2 - CLIFFHANGER ]


The insects had been bad enough, so Gale almost preferred the cliffs that came next. He eyed them warily, however, not wanting to underestimate them, and then took a deep, steadying breath as he inched out onto the first few steps. His feet barely fit in the width of the rocks, but he clenched his teeth together and tried to move as slowly as possible.

It took him quite some time, since he was moving at approximately the same speed as a glacier, but eventually Gale made it to the other side. He heaved a sigh of relief and moved onto the next part with a certain sense of apprehension.

[ GALE : PART 4 - RANGE OF ARCHERS ]


For some reason, as Gale ran across the next area, he had the strangest urge to shout WHAT DO YOUR ELF EYES SEE? at the top of his lungs.

Thankfully, the urge was quelled as he ran, and Gale pelted through the range, his arms over his head to protect it from the arrows that flew this way and that, until he was safely - "safely" being a highly subjective word - a good distance away, out of range of the archers.


HP: 56

[Game Master Otto]

Otto watched from a safe distance and height as Gale ran his course first. How sweet it was to have that dweeb be his first test sub---er... volenteer. However, Gale was doing very well. Too well.

Otto stood atop a cliff, holding a baseball bat with a bin of baseballs painted with odd designs waiting beside him. He softly whispered "Not today..." And began to hit rounds at the small Death Hunter.

DMg to Gale: 5

[ GALE : PRIZE ]


Gale was still grumbling something about that damn Otto and bloody gits and stupid baseballs as he stumbled over to the table to collect his prize for successfully completing the course.



Prize: Japanese Kit Kat (Tofu)

[ Kostya: Famine Pit ]



Hp// 50 - 48

part 1 of "how long before stormy dies bc dice"

As expected, bugs were involved. And for whatever reason, rather than actually denting the population, Stormy chose to run straight through, at best swatting a few off. It was minor deja vu: their bites were felt but didn't sting as much as she remembered. Maybe it was possible to build up an immunity to that sort of stuff.

Or maybe she was just welcoming old friends.

hp: 56 you would roll for max damage wouldn't you