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Smerdle rolled 5 10-sided dice:
9, 5, 10, 6, 4
Total: 34 (5-50)
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 Posted: Sat May 09, 2015 8:12 am
The morning started out just like any other. Wake up in a pile of knight apprentices, eat a stale roll, and get in line to pick up a horse, some rations, and get to "looking for the king." Everyone knew they were just leaving the safety of the city to look for clothes, even if no one wanted to admit it. For the most part Mmur didn't say anything, saving his gossip for Franks and the long hours they spent on the road. But today, the stablemaster shook his head as Mmur approached.
"Sorry, sonny. Franks is sick."
He didn't quite know how to respond. Beyond those first couple of trips with She Who Would Not Be Named, Mmur had always traveled with Franks. He wasn't sure he could make it without him.QUEST STATUS Food remaining: 34/34 YOUR HP: 30/30
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Smerdle rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2015 8:16 am
[ step one ]
Mmur shuffled away from the gates under his own power, his temporary mare's reins loose in his fingers. The stablemaster had assured him that it was only a mild case of horse dysentery and that Franks would be back on his hooves soon, but the knight apprentice couldn't help feeling more than a little destitute.
Who would he show his leggings to? Whose face would he stick his toes into? Who would he play "Catch the Ration" with? Before he had even reached the mountain cliffs, Mmur took a seat on a rock and sobbed a little into his hands. He didn't feel as bad as he had when he'd had human dysentery, but it was close.Quote: Rolling a 4: You catch some medieval version of dysentry and feel extremely sick. You need to be sent home IMMEDIATELY (QUEST FAIL for that person, they will have to retry again either single or with another group). QUEST STATUS Food remaining: 34/34 YOUR HP: 30/30
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Smerdle rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2015 8:18 am
[ step one reroll ]
A short time later, Mmur felt spindly legs press up against his back and a horse sigh in his hair. It seemed that Unnamed Mare Who He Supposed Wasn't So Bad was trying to cheer him up.
"Okay, girl," he said with a sigh of his own. "You're right. We should get going."
While he spoke, the horse shot to attention, skittering back and forth nervously at the low hum of a pack of insects. It was the damned bees again, and Mmur was about to lose his rental horse.Quote: Rolling a 3: You accidentally ride into a bees nest. BEEEEES. Your horse runs away, making it extremely hard on you. Every turn you take, you must subtract 5 food from the caravan, starting next turn. QUEST STATUS Food remaining: 29/34 YOUR HP: 30/30
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Smerdle rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2015 8:19 am
[ step two ]
Sure enough, the mare fled, and Mmur was forced to run through the mountains and into the forest as the bees gave chase. This was all going horribly wrong and it was obviously because Franks wasn't here.
When he could finally slow, Mmur thought of sitting down and pouting again, but without his temporary horse to coddle him and get him out of his slump, it hardly seemed worth it. He had been traveling for a short while without heightened emotion or incident when a spider swooped out of a tree in front of him, launching him into another run.Quote: Rolling a 1: A giant spider scares you so much you drop whatever it is you're eating! -5 Food QUEST STATUS Food remaining: 19/34 YOUR HP: 30/30
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Smerdle rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2015 8:23 am
[ step three ]
"This is too hard," Mmur told no one. He kicked a pebble out of spite, eyes going wide when the spot where it landed began to glow. He didn't have time to react. One moment, he was perfectly fine, the next he was riddled with arrows.Quote: Rolling a 1: You accidentally step on a loaded booby trap! Arrows rain down on you, and you take -20 damage! QUEST STATUS Food remaining: 14/34 YOUR HP: 10/30
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Smerdle rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2015 8:29 am
[ step four ]
Mmur woke up in an unfamiliar place. Though he had the urge to call out to see if anyone else was nearby, the calloused hand that clapped over his mouth prevented him from doing so.
"The eagles aren't my friends today," he warned. "We will have to outmaneuver them in order to get to your gauntlets."
Gauntlets. Oooo.
"I am going to remove my hand now. Don't make a sound."
Mmur nodded enthusiastically, already halfway to standing back up again by the time the wizard stopped holding him down.
"We will throw steaks."
"Steaks?" Mmur thought everything except hard rolls and seeds had been rationed. Where were they going to find a single steak, let alone multiples?
"Magical steaks." Well, that would explain it. "Hold out your hands. Close your eyes."
He did as he was told, momentarily forgetting that he was more than a little injured and without his horse, especially when he felt the clammy squelch of raw meat drop into his palms.
"Follow me."
Mmur opened his eyes. He was holding a blue, faintly glowing steak. Still able to make out the wizard's silhouette in the distance, he followed the man outside, pausing briefly at what he saw. An eagle had a lovely orange speckled gauntlet in its beak. It was staring at them with barely veiled contempt.
"Throw! Now!" the wizard shouted, tossing his purple slab of beef at the bird. Mmur did the same, frightening the animal away from today's prize: his new gauntlets.Quote: Rolling a 6: An old man claiming to be a wizard hands you some food. Thanks, you guess? +10 food. QUEST STATUS Food remaining: 19/34 YOUR HP: 10/30
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