[FIN - Oba] At Large (Yitzah and Damissan)

[DraconicFeline]

At Large
Prompt 1

Can be used toward Battle req (or RP req only if done with a friend)
Solo word minimum is 500, RP post minimum is 7


It was bound to happen eventually.

With rumors of great beasts roaming the shores of Yael, many mainlanders flocked across the sea to capture the exotic beasts. In no time at all, they returned with large scaled monsters, dangerously translucent serpents, and turtles that carried the earth. These traders traveled across the Mainland to parade the beasts, going from Matori to Zena and everywhere between. Soon enough, everyone had either seen the Yaeli beasts or at least heard of them.

And they were sure to hear about the beasts when they escaped.

With such little knowledge of the foreign creatures, the traders underestimated the animals. In no time at all, the Yaeli beasts escaped into the wilderness and ended up near your location. With new creatures all but knocking on your door, what do you do? Do you dare to try and tame them, or do you run them off back into the wilderness? You better hurry, because these creatures are lost and scared, and are sure to cause some damage before they are captured once more....

|| The Yaeli familiars have been spotted in the following locations: Tintural (Oba and Matori), Keldari (Jauhar/Chibale and Tale), Limbara (Sauti and Zena). Only individuals in set locations can encounter the specific familiars.

|| If you are located in Yael, respond to this prompt as if you witnessing a mainlander abducting one of the newly announced familiars. Do you step in or run away? Use the same rolls below, but instead of subduing the beast, you are rolling to test your success for freeing it.


This prompt will be resolved by each player rolling 1D100 to test their success. (You can only roll once - there are no reattempts!)

xxxxxPrentice must roll 60-100 to successfully subdue the beast.
xxxxxStage 2 must roll 50-100 to successfully subdue the beast.
xxxxxStage 3 must roll 40-100 to successfully subdue the beast
xxxxxStage 4 must roll 30-100 to successfully subdue the beast.

|| Success or fail, completion of this event rewards you with 15 EXP!

|| If you roll a 95-100, you get to keep the familiar! Congrats!  

[DraconicFeline]

Yitzah glowered at the Oban buildings. She was lost, and instead of being frightened - alone and lost in a strange place - she was angry. She was angry at the architecture, angry at the tall, narrow, twisting alleyways, angry at the harsh sun, and angry at how everybody stared and stared at her. Allright, fine, she was an Alkidike. Both she and they had better things to do than stare at each other all day.

The good news was, she was getting stronger. She was training and hunting, away from the idiots in her tribe that didn't understand the true threat to their existance was not hybrids but bugmen. Yes, some hybrids were men, and yes Alkidikes and hybrids looked a little like bugs, but they were not the same. Even male hybrids were people. The bugmen were monsters. The Dretch.

She kicked at a refuse can in frustration, not caring that it drew even more eyes to her. "Stupid!" it was hard to say what she was calling stupid at this point, but something seemed to respond.

Out of the nearby shadows, a strange creature scuttled out, almost guiltily, into the traffic of the crowd. It looked like a Bushi, but it wasn't - it was lower to the ground and covered in plants. "Wha?"she exclaimed, as people began to stare and point at it...  

[Miss Chief aka Uke]

Damissan expected to witness a great many things in his travels: people of all cultures and varieties, native to their various homelands, creatures of myriad shapes and sizes, and foods of all colors and types—though he was perhaps looking a little less forward to that, unaccustomed as he was to putting things in his mouth that weren’t prepared in palace kitchens. Regardless, much as he expected those things later, that was for then, when it came. Not while still within the boundaries of Sulburi.

He had heard of the alkidike.

Fierce, monstrous women, warlike, barbaric, and large enough to tower over even the tallest of earthlings. They had been the subject of the most recent war, all of them in a flurry over their alien ‘tree’ goddess. In truth, Damissan knew little of them, and had seen nothing of them in person. They were the subject of stories, rumor, and tall tales spun after drink. As it turned out, in person, one was impossible to miss.

He, like his fellows, stared. He had heard that they were tall, of course, knew that they must at least be comparably sizable. Somehow, however, he had expected that there was a great deal of hype to that as there was to most war stories. Tall, yes. Monstrous, no. And yet…

His gaze followed her, and truly, it was hard to imagine a person more bizarre. She stood out from the crowd in every imaginable way from her scant tribal attire, to her height, to her expression, to her—what were they? Antennae. Long, insectile protrusions sticking up from her forehead like fleshy reeds. By comparison, her oddities seemed far more striking than the beast that gave her pause, and in his distraction, he did not notice it until well after she did.

It was to be a day of new experiences.  

[DraconicFeline]

The Only Black Uke

Yitzah was torn between several conflicting emotions, pulling her towards different competing actions.


First, this critter was clearly not native to the desert, and it didn't look happy in the dry heat. It's plants were withered and it's eyes were crusted with something that looked like it pained it. It sought around it for shelter and water, and Yitzah understood. She was as displaced as it was. She pitied it and wanted to help it.


Second, this critter might be interesting to hunt. It didn't belong here, and someone might pay her, if it was a nuisance. Payment meant relief from this blasted heat and sun, food in her belly, and arrows for her quiver. She could hunt this creature and kill it, and maybe take out some of her frustrations on it.


Third, she didn't know if she cared. She was one foreigner, and this creature was another. She could leave it to it's own busniess, and return to her own. She could leave it alone.


Deliberating, she stared at it as it sought the scant shade of the buildings, struggling to stay out of the way of pounding feet. Finally, she settled for option 1. "All right," she said, pursing her lips as she strode towards it, ignoring the Obans as she usually did. "C'mere, you."

The tintural did not come. It scurried into another alley, awash with the smell of lively spices and decay - not a good neighborhood... but there was water nearby, at the end of it.

Yitzah followed, concernedly annoyed, "Get back here! I'm trying to help you!" she snapped at it.  

[Miss Chief aka Uke]

Logically, Damissan should not have interacted with her.

She was an alien—more innately foreign than even any of the outsider tribes of earthlings, distinctly separate not only in outward appearance and personal culture, but base genetics as well. Their kind, though he had never experienced it personally, had no men, and that alone seemed like an oddity staggering enough to make bridge-building difficult. They were also innately violent.

God, however, had other plans for him.

He saw the beast at around the time she started to take after it, and as it scurried, unfortunately or not, in his direction, and then past. Such a curious looking thing it was that for a moment, it actually held his attention over that of the amazon: hard shelled, but seemingly supporting its own fungal ecosystem atop it, while still quite capable of moving. It had to be amphibious. Then came the woman, chasing after it and—well, she wasn’t brandishing any weapons at that moment, and he was supposed to be practicing engaging persons of other races, wasn’t he? Surely, if his God had placed her directly in his path, it was sign enough that he at least ought to follow, if not additionally—

“Do you need any help with that…?” he asked after her. “Is it yours?”  

[DraconicFeline]

The Only Black Uke

Yitzah lost sight of it, briefly, when a carpet-seller passed in front of her. She was delayed as they stared at her, blocking the way with their body and their wares. Fortunately, they didn't try to stop her as she navigated around them. She looked around her, seeking the creature.

"Huh?" she looked slightly downwards at the Oban, taking a moment to register that he was offering to help. Normally, when an Oban spoke to her, it involved one of three things: Hate, Fear, or they were trying to sell her something. Maybe a different sort of traveller would become dispirited. Yitzah didn't care that much.

This was new.

"Uh, no." she said, regaining her composure enough to give him a halfhearted scowl, "Not mine. I don't know what it is..." She spotted it, or thought she did, in a shadow.

Normally, she did things alone. Her sisters didn't generally like her, bully that she was, and the earthlings kept their distance. Anya was an exception. The pitch-black brothers were also an exception. Their janarim was a special exception. Normally, this was how Yitzah liked it.

"Well, if you're going to help, then help." she said, deciding to accept his offer, "Cut it off, or something..." Oh yes! There it was. She took off running after it...  

[Miss Chief aka Uke]

Damissan waited as the alkidike pondered. And pondered. Looked cross with him, and then managed to answer in at least some portion. Not hers, she said. He had only a moment to frown and wonder why in God’s name then was she chasing a random wild thing through the market streets of Oba. Nevermind that it didn’t even look like the sort of thing that ought logically be able to move quickly to begin with — stubby legs, heavy shell, and all but a small ecosystem marooned atop it — but all that aside and facts as they were, it seemed all the more odd that she was putting such effort into catching it.

But then, he’d already offered to help, and he couldn’t very well back out now. Perhaps she had some other reason for taking after it, and even if not, it wasn’t as though he had any immediately pressing business to go about that was more interesting than this.

How many persons could honestly say that they’d chased through the streets of Sulburi between a near-nude alkidike amazon while chasing after a wild island reptile?

Not so many, he guessed.

Which brought him to: “Cut…off…?” Before he could fully process and then point out the complications in the request — He had much shorter legs than her, shouldn’t she be the one to run ahead? — the woman was off, darting down the alley again. Suppressing the urge to groan and wondering why these were the sort of persons who inhabited the market beyond the palace walls, or at least the ones he seemed to consistently encounter, he took off after her, doing his best to do as requested and pull ahead.

Perhaps, he thought, eyeing the way the beast was scuttling and then a nearby turn off, he could short cut his way in front.  

[DraconicFeline]

The Only Black Uke

It really shouldn't be able to move so quickly, but maybe the nasty dry heat invigorated it. Maybe fear motivated it. Maybe it just wanted to find peace, quiet, and water (Yitzah understood that desire). It was probably all three.

Either way, Yitzah chased after it, careening down the alleyway as it powered along on it's stubby little legs. Whether the Oban bothered to actually help her or not, she didn't mind. That was his business. Her plan was to catch it, one way or another, and help it.

So, Aisha root it... "Let me catch you, you stupid thing!" she hollared at it, leaping over a cart. It was a good jump, one she was pleased with, though the hard street beneath stung her feet and ankles.

The tintural did not wait. Instead, it went as fast as it's legs could carry it, eyes white and wide with desperation.

She was gaining on it.

It had to get away...  

[Miss Chief aka Uke]

Unfortunately, Damissan did not know the streets of Sulburi as well as he could — or perhaps should have. Having spent most of his life raised behind the palace walls with the rest of the city’s noble population and only having traveled in wagons at that point, actually navigating them on foot was a relatively new experience. He did know some areas, however, and had been spending the past several days at least maneuvering them. Beyond that, he surely knew them better than the amazon, who was all but surely totally alien to the environment.

Thus, he felt confident in his split second decision to cut sidelong, through a narrower passage that avoided traffic, around, and—there, perfect, directly in the path he intended to be in.

Regrettably, it was only then that he realized — while already facing down a rapidly approaching, not insubstantial and almost surely frightened and unhappy beast — he had no earthly clue how the woman intended to catch, capture, stop, subdue, or whatever it was she wanted to do with the beast to be begin with. And he had no more fully formed plan himself. Furthermore, he didn’t much like animals. Taking a half step back instinctively in silent, unthought through regret, his eyes flicked rapidly about the location, looking for something — anything — to handle the beast.

He snatched and hoisted the lid from a refuse bin, holding it before him like a shield.

It was probably as ridiculous as he’d ever looked, and the refuse reeked.

The beast paused slowed however, ‘cut off’ on the fairly narrow alley and now pinned between him and the enclosing alkidike. Trapped, unless it decided to barrel past him—which it likely could, and Damissan had no further idea how to stop it. It didn’t, however. Instead, its nostrils flared. It stilled, and then, it almost hunkered, as though bracing itself either to run again, or fight off whatever came near it.

All Damissan could think, however, was that it would likely make a delicious stew.  

[DraconicFeline]

Yitzah had no plan. She knew that, as a huntress, she needed to be strategic and tactical and sneaky, and she could do all of those things. With practice, she would be good at those things.

But for the most part, she had learned that her problems could generally be solved by tackling them. Head on. Which was what she did.

The beast was slowed, giving her plenty of time to catch up to it and pounce!

She managed to wrap her arms around it's shell, smushing some of the fungus in the process. It staggered forward, terrified, but she managed to stop it's movement. "Got ya now!" she said, trying to pick it up...

Goddess, it was heavy! "Oof!" she exclaimed. It was also nice and cool on her skin - so nice and cool. She had forgotten what cool felt like.

It began to try to shake her off, and she held onto it. "Well?!" she said irritably, looking up at the Oban, "Are you gonna help me carry it or not?" It was probably not good to leave it in the street. But where would they take it?

"Gotta get it to water. And darkness." she said. She assumed that was what it wanted, since it had been seeking water and shade, "And maybe feed it something..." Oh, well, there was a plan - get it to safety, water, and food.

She was very definitely not (yet) thinking about stew. Her needs, at that moment, were about the same, though she didn't realize it yet.  

[Miss Chief aka Uke]

A slow approach. A net. Perhaps a word on what she actually wanted. Or more clarification on why they were chasing a walking stew—complete with vegetables, spices, meat, and bowl—through the city streets. These were things Damissan could have anticipated, or at least hoped for.

But she did not slow down. She did not stop. It wasn’t until the last moment that Damissan realized yes, she was indeed, full body tackling the creature—and lifting it. There were no words quite perfect to describe his expression in that moment, but ‘miffed’, ‘amused’, and flummoxed were probably among them.

“Did y—? Why wou—” he started, but that didn’t get far. When she asked, he abandoned argument — with some amount of dubiousness — and approached, setting aside his ‘shield’ and wary of a number of things at once: it’s flailing stubby legs, its weight, its tail, its teeth, because by God did it have a strong looking jaw. He helped support what weight he could, giving an unimpressed grunt as he did. Water. Darkness. At least that sounded like the beginnings of a plan. He notched his head. “This way…” he said, and began to guide in the indicated direction.

There was at least a drainage tunnel not terribly far, and while it wasn’t water suitable for earthling consumption, he couldn’t be bothered to worry about the dirty animal. Surely at this point it ought to be grateful for whatever it got, particularly if it didn’t end up as a meal.

“So,” he said by way of opening conversation, “who do I have the pleasure of helping with this…beast? I am Damissan.”  

[DraconicFeline]

The Only Black Uke

"Yitzah." she offered, distractedly. She was focused on carrying the beast, not on the man she was carrying it with. Dami-something. She wasn't paying attention and it was a long name. He seemed to be guiding their carrying to a ditch with water in it, and that seemed reasonable to Yitzah, so once they reached there, she was all too willing to give her aching arms a rest and to put the beast there. Or dump it. It was hard to say whether her action more closely matched the careful act of putting something somehere, or of dumping it into a wet ditch.

The water was filthy, but as her foot touched it, she found it was more or less refreshingly cool compared to the outside air. She wasn't sure if she had forgotten what water felt like, or if her skin just felt like it was burning all the time. Again, also hard for her to say. "What do we do with it now?" she asked, in the same breath admitting that she had no idea. Could she just leave the poor thing here? Would it have enough to eat? But she couldn't take care of it, either. She needed stuff, in general, to feed it or trade for food, and she didn't have anything besides her clothing and her bow...  

[Miss Chief aka Uke]

Damissan felt no small relief after dumping the beast. He felt dirty—as he tended to, after the rare occasions of being in too close contact with animals—hot from the running, and ready for an explanation. Which didn’t come.

He shot the amazon a pinched, convoluted look as she asked him what to do next. It hadn’t been his idea to chase the beast. She had wanted to for, he had assumed, some reason. Now, however, it was rapidly beginning to sound like a wild reptilian beast chase with no actual direction to it. He heaved a grunt of a sigh and rubbed his arm where the beast had scuffed at him, shaking his head.

“I’ve no intention of doing anything with it,” he said truthfully. “I came because…” In retrospect, his reasoning there wasn’t as clear, other than that it looked like she’d needed help and the engagement had caught his attention. “I thought you wanted to do something with it. Why did you take after it at all if not that?”  

[DraconicFeline]

The Only Black Uke

Fainting Alkidike in 3-2-1...

What? He really had no idea? Idiot... Yitzah thought, though even she knew that wasn't exactly fair. "It looked like it needed help." she grumbled, "I don't think it's a desert animal, so I wanted to help it out..." She gave it's head a little pet as it settled into the disgusting muck of the drainage ditch, obviously happier, "Get it water and something to eat..." And then what? She gave it a pleasant sort of glower. "Just wanted to help it, is all. she admitted again, Because it was out of place and all alone.

Suddenly, she felt off, really off. The cool water against her skin, the strained feeling of the skin that didn't touch the water, the sense of being far too hot inside and out... her vision began to blur. Her head began to ache. "Nnuh?" she exclaimed, hand to her head, just beneath her antennae. Why did she feel so awful now?  

[Miss Chief aka Uke]

Damissan stared, squinted briefly and—then continued to stare as he processed the words. “It…looked like it needed help…” Damis repeated, trailing off after the words as though hoping that saying it again himself would instill some deep realization of inner meaning or purpose behind the concept. It did not. He shook his head. “It’s just an animal. The worst that could have happened is it dying in the streets, but that occurs every day. Why would—”

When the amazon swayed, trailing off in her own speech and groaning, Damis stiffened. That was rarely, if ever, a positive sign unless occurring in a different manner and under very different circumstances, and in light of the fact that he had only minutes ago commented on her likelihood of suffering a heat stroke dressed as she was and unaccustomed to the desert sun—

He jerked forward, only just making it close enough in time to—mostly catch her. The alkidike was not small, or light, and Damis grunted under her weight, but it was, at least, manageable for the moment. In the aftermath of catching her, however, he was left with the overriding question: what ought he do next?

Unfortunately, no decent option seemed to avoid the necessity of moving through the very busy town attempting to cart a massive and scantily clad woman. Thus, presented with no other viable choices, that was eventually what he did, managing — somehow, eventually — to get her to the nearest healer he knew of, and fronting the cost of that up front himself—though not, of course, after some explanation, as demanded of him by the monk present.