Rolling a 1: Giant unexplainable eagles start attacking you! Ow! You take -10 damage for yourself.
QUEST STATUS
Food remaining: 14 - 10 = 4
YOUR HP: 20 - 10 = 10
Climbing a mountain was hungry work. Cady ate
ten more potatoes (which is twice as many as five, mostly emotional compensation for Bother's many betrayals).
She made steady progress however - until suddenly she found herself in shadow.
CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW -
The rest of her mountain ascent went to the tune of a Benny Hill soundtrack as she desperately scrabbled up sheer cliffs and other treacherous terrain while being assaulted by savage air chickens. It was miserable work, but at least it distracted her from her thoughts of Bother.
He was, probably, she reasoned in between bouts of
trying not to die, probably off frolicking somewhere. In a field, or wherever it was that traitors enjoyed guilt free frolicking.
Eventually, the attacks stopped - and she also ran out of upward terrain. In fact, she had arrived on a plateau of sorts, where it appeared someone had left a pair of very shiny, very mystical looking gloves.
They were helpfully labelled, "Ye Olde Greater Gauntlet of The Aire Chicken".
One of them had an egg laid on it, and was surrounded in feathers, leaves, and other miscellany. Cady popped the egg into her mouth out of spite, before heading back down and toward the long walk home.
