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Fluffesu rolled 2 4-sided dice:
2, 1
Total: 3 (2-8)
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 Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2015 3:27 pm
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
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 7:35 am
Rain itself was a soothing, peaceful sound. Werymn appreciated the noise the thick drops made against the wooden roof of the Iory inn he'd made it to with Dovev at his side. Despite the pleasing sound, the rain still put a dampener on his travels, especially with the cold winds of Zena rolling down the neighboring Sautian mountains and turning everything just a shade cooler. What he didn't need to do was catch a cold due to persistence to continue. They'd made good time, after all. Sauti already. Soon, they'd be in Zena, and then the real hunt could begin. Despite the excitement boiling in his blood, they both needed a break. And the rain was as good an excuse as any.
He'd been left in the room by himself. Wer hadn't the foggiest idea what Dovev hoped to achieve out in the rain alone. He could be pawning off all their belongings to make a little extra coin. The sad part was, Werymn actually believed this was plausible. Possibly unlikely, but plausible nonetheless. After completing the task he'd assigned himself (scouring the maps for the quickest and easiest route to the heart of Zena), Werymn allowed himself to relax.
He leaned back against the bed, enjoying the sounds of the water rippling out around the slanted roof, pooling on the ground, splattering against the rocks and mud. It was peaceful, relaxing. He could almost lose himself in thoughts of what he could do with Laric on nights like this. Rain wasn't a particularly common occurrence in Oba, but for whatever reason the sounds and the muted colors of the world cast over by clouds had a way of making him feel... frisky. And cuddly.
So long as thunder wasn't involved, anyway. Thunder ruined everything.
One day, after he'd claimed Laric for himself and stomped all of Xaraan's whimsical dreams of pride and nobility into the dirt, they'd see the world together. Maybe come back here just for the hell of it. And when it rained like this, Werymn wouldn't be stuck alone in his room. To be fair, the whole of the trip would probably be more rewarding and fulfilling with Laric there. 'One day', he assured himself with a soft groan as he blinked lazily up to the ceiling.
The room had taken a suddenly humid air, leaving everything to feel warm and sticky and faintly unpleasant. Very faintly. He stripped himself of his shirt to help coax away some of the warmth, then moved off toward the curtains. The hung closed toward the outside of the window, doing their best to help ward away excess moisture. Glass was likely a commodity the dusty inn didn't want to pay for. Well enough for Wer, he supposed with a shrug. He cracked open the curtains, and leaned just so out the window that his hair was pelted with cool rain.
From his position he could see Xeeta, hunkered in the stables. Poor thing. Just as lonely as he was, probably.
He turned back toward the bed, satisfied with the cool, crisp breeze making its way through the room. But as Wer settled again, there was a beat of wings. Heavy, leathery wings. The Water lad jumped a little as a maroon sailscale glided into the room. It landed on the floor and gave a shake, before proceeding to chatter at Wer as if trying very hard to communicate its feelings. The boy only stared at it, lips parted slightly and brows furrowed. Within moments, there came a second and a third, fourth, fifth... Five. Five of them slid through the window into his room.
And while Werymn stared at them in flabbergasted confusion, something clicked in his mind. "Iory... Sailscales are raised here, aren't they?" He asked the bunch. They didn't answer, of course, and continued on with preening and shaking themselves free of water. "...Are you lonely? Cold?" They didn't seem aggressive or violent. They didn't even treat Wer like he was a particularly uncommon occurrence. And the whole lot of them were sleek and well-cared for... Plump with food. From what he'd heard, Iory took sailscales from a neighboring town and bred them here in Iory to be domestic.
So if these creatures were Iory natives, they were likely to be relatively comfortable around people. Wer's face cracked into a tiny smile as he watched them. They seemed content within their own group, but every so often, one of them flapped up onto the bed to give the newcomer a curious once-over. The Water boy chuckled. "I doubt Dovev will appreciate this, but you are a sight to see. You can stay, I guess."
((777/750))
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