Spring Showers
Prompt 1


Solo or RP Format
Can be used toward Solo or RP req


After the frigid chill of the harsh winter had left Tendaji, it seemed that most were happy to just return to their normal routines, though the normal routine didn’t seem to be what the weather had in mind. It wasn’t long before almost everywhere noticed the way that the winter air had seemed to push precipitation onto the land in its place. Rain flowed seemingly non-stop, reaching all the areas of Tendaji, even frozen Zena saw its share of rain, though the temperatures were still much too cold to support such a thing and rain turned to hail, which froze over the ground.

The critters of Tendaji only wanted to seek shelter from their flooded homes and the wet downpour that surrounded them. They found their way into homes, huts, sheds, anywhere that could stay dry - and preferrably warm.

Roll 2D4
Roll 1: The type of familiar in the area you encounter.
xxxxxJauhar || 1: Illo, 2: Spitorog, 3: Maglardilla, 4: Nondwa
xxxxxTale || 1: Virma, 2: Merik, 3: Kuona, 4: Poscuta
xxxxxSauti || 1: Lerim, 2: Sailscale, 3: Moracker, 4: Capramel
xxxxxZena || 1: Parak, 2: Roati, 3: Awatta, 4: Raptrix pups
xxxxxOba || 1: Ward, 2: Perzi, 3: Impa, 4: Zore
xxxxxMatori || 1: Alol, 2: Sirenn, 3: Kehtra, 4: Zanteer

Roll 2: How many are encountered.
xxxxx1 || 5
xxxxx2 || 10
xxxxx3 || 20
xxxxx4 || 30



BarAmal looked out into the rain amazed that after so many days of dry painful heat it seemed like the sky had finally decided to split open and just drench the land. It was a bit concerning because at least Tale had the crystal grasses and sparse trees to help deal with the rain but it seemed here in Oba the land was so barren it should have just washed away. Somehow it managed to stay and not flood which BarAmal was thankful for. He had survived a Juahnar flood once and was not eager to repeat the experience without a tall tree to climb up on. The janarim was outside in this mess for some reason or another probably hunting. That was something BarAmal was glad for he didn’t have to deal with trying to feed Valdor. It could hunt on its own and was smart enough to stay out of trouble. He sometimes wondered who had trained the beast so or if all oban trained janarims were as Valdor was. Perhaps not or else in the war there would have been more cases of janarim fighting on without their masters to guide them. A small twinge in his hand bothered him and he was glad that Valdor seemed so unquie. Any other familiar might have just eaten him and called it a day when BarAmal had finally gotten brave enough to venture down from the tree.

There was a small noise just outside of the tent. Thinking that it was Valdor back from the hunt the leaf hybrid opened the tent flap, but rather than a massive wet form lumbering past he was shocked when overgrown naked rats darted past. Dropping the flap did no good as they clearly now knew it was the entrance and simply came in anyway. Hopping back BarAmal reached for his bow not caring if he had enough time for an arrow. He would flat out hit the creatures swarming in with his bow if it came to it. There were twenty of the wrinkled monstrosities in all and looking more closely at them he realized they were cat like. Members of the group noticed him and were hissing at him. As one of them came at him with claws extended he swung his bow cracking the beast firmly in the side and sending into one of its comrades across the tent. This brought even more hissing and some low yowels from the beasts. BarAmal soon found himself backing away from the terriroial creatures looking to see what he could grab to flee. It was not his ideal plan but he realized the futility of facing so many small creatures that favored close combat as an archer. His odds were not good. That was one of the reasons he had liked the idea of having a familiar with him because Valdor could deal with the close combatants while he could deal with the ranged. The fact he had come to rely on Valdor’s presence was a bit of a shock and surprise to him but the fact was plain to see as was the entrance to the tent. Managing to grab his quiver of arrows he dived toward the flap and rushed out of the tent spinning to fire back at the beasts as they emerged from the tent.

The warm rain pelted him as though seeking to punish him for hiding from it. Some of the beasts did try to come out and actually hunt him down. Not used to being the hunted BarAmal was glad he had managed to grab his quiver rather than supplies which he actually had considered for a moment but thought out of reach. Now a good number perhaps half were dead, thought it was hard to tell in the downpour. BarAmal groped around with the mouth of his quiver realizing he was short some arrows. They had likely fallen out when he dove for the entrance. Cursing he realized he was back to using his bow as a base club. As more of the wrinkled creatures charged him he heard a loud roar and was never so glad to see his familiar as he was just then with it materializing out of the rain charging at his enemies. After the fight was over there were fifteen dead beasts and while they were small it would make more than enough for a meal for him and Valdor. He didn’t know why the breasts had come nor why they were so possessive of his space but he was back in his tent out of the downpour and glad to be dry once more. Valdor was barely inside the tent glaring at the tent flap as though just waiting for an intruder to enter where they didn’t belong. Perhaps sleeping in this foreign land would be easier now that he knew he had a good and faithful friend and guard.

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