This is not a monster fight but a spar with any PC that has been turned into an animal. We suggest two Chosen per turned PC!
Turned PCs do damage based on their weapon weight. This means that base damage and bonuses match the standard weapons:
Balanced weapons, or weapons of a middling/average weight, do a base of 6 damage. Agile weapons, or weapons that are small and light, do a base of 4 damage but give +1 to your hit roll. Heavy weapons, or weapons that are big and heavy, do a base of 10 damage but give -1 to your hit roll.
However, in this case, PCs always attack first. Instead of rolling init, the class of your weapon is used to determine HP.
Turned PCs with Ranged weapons have 60HP. Turned PCs with Melee weapons have 70HP. Turned PCs with Defensive weapons have 80HP.
Once Turned PCs are brought down to 5HP or below, they can OOC choose to submit to capture -- aka, taken back to camp and kept safe until a solution to the problem can be found -- or run away, at which point they escape the thread and recover all HP for their next battle. Either way, all parties who participate in the thread get standard Spar XP: 10XP for completing the spar, and an additional 10XP if they hit 800 words.
Until PCs have been captured, they cannot participate in any kind of thread except this one. After capture, they can do PRPs or battles with other players, but still cannot speak.
Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2016 3:14 pm
Camp was filling in again. A few people had gone out and tamed some of the Chosen who had turned to the wild in their changed state. Some Chosen were off investigating, but plenty were still around to watch camp, and it was reassuring to see not only those of their party returning, but some other animals as well – animals Sylvia could only assume were not really animals. She wasn’t sure how to find Chosen animals versus real animals, but she knew that at least one of the people she had seen change earlier was still out in the wild.
She’d noticed when Tom, the man she’d seen helping so many in the Alps, had shifted. Her attention had been drawn, of course, amongst all of those changing and the realization of what was happening, but she had noted each animal as it had escaped into the wilderness. The owl that had once been Tom had flown away into the trees, and she hadn’t seen him since. Even if she couldn’t find a sure way to identify Chosen animals at large, perhaps she could at least look for him in particular.
“I’m going to go look around. I think Tom is still out there somewhere… and it can’t hurt to try and find him.” She wasn’t sure who would actually care that she was leaving, but she made a general sort of announcement just so that someone would know where she was. It was, of course, risky to go alone – if she turned and no one saw, who knew if she would be found – but she wasn’t sure she was close enough to anyone to ask specifically for help. “If someone wants to join me, feel free.”
With that, she made her way out of camp to search, eyes and ears open and waiting for a clue.
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Character Name:Sylvia Owens Brief description of character: Sweet, optimistic, always trying to be helpful – even if it means bluntly telling you how stupid you’re being. Remains tentative about her new life as a Chosen, having never been a fighter…
Before Sylvia got very far she felt a tug on the back of her shirt and turned to see Misha behind her. Misha sat back on her haunches and tipped her head to one side. Her ears were up and forward, clear sign of paying attention. Then she dipped her chin and made a sharp motion towards the woods before lifting her muzzle to the sky and sniffing. It wasn't as good as a dog's nose, she supposed, but she could get a few hints of things on the breeze. It might come in handy.
Standing up again, Misha padded ahead of Sylvia and looked back expectantly. Brian and Beth had saved her. She wanted to help save someone else.
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2016 7:51 pm
"Misha!" Beth ran out of the inn, trailing the tracks of the cat who was her best friend. It was really, very inconvenient that she could not simply tell her where she was going and what she was doing and when she expected to be back. Not that Beth considered herself Misha's keeper. It just helped her not worry so much when the woman in feline form slipped away.
She finally caught up to her friend, who was with a familiar head of hair. 'Sylvia?" She asked, wondering at the pair of them. "Sorry, I thought I heard you say something about saving Tom? But I just...." She trailed off as she saw Misha doing her best impression of a bloodhound. "Of course you would want to get all tied up in this trouble." She affectionately patted her on the head. She did not know, exactly, who Tom was, but two of her friends were going and that was enough to encourage her. She was not eager to hurt another Chosen, but she had done enough sitting around.
"Have we any idea where he went? Or what he...became?" She hadn't seen his transformation. She had been...occupied.
Weapon: Whip (agile ranged) HP: 47/47 Dmg:
Character Name:Beth Almasy Brief description of character: A sweet but skittish beauty who's lived in the lap of luxury her whole life, Beth doesn't quite know what she's doing. She's always willing to support and cheer on her friends, mostly so she doesn't actually have to lift a finger.
Deity: Hera WC: 196
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2016 8:12 pm
Tom the now-owl had found a nice tree hollow to rest in, waiting for nightfall. However, something felt… off. Like he wasn’t supposed to be doing this. His instincts had told him to do this and yet… he felt as if he didn’t belong here.
Now awake and grumpy he hopped onto a branch near the hollow and looked about. He wasn’t sure why he felt this way, it was almost like he was having an internal battle between needing to do what his instincts were telling him versus what he felt he should actually be doing.
He heard a noise and swiveled his head in the direction of it. There seemed to be… something’s coming towards him, and he wasn’t quite sure what they were. Or did he? He just wasn’t sure anymore! However, they were frightening him, though he didn’t know why, they certainly weren’t attacking at this point. However he couldn’t get over the fact that they felt dangerous and he had to make sure he was safe!
He swooped down, claws out, ready to rake any of them if he could get to them!
HP: 60
Character Name:Tom Wolf Brief description of character: A new doctor who tends to be quite sarcastic though isn't sarcastic with his patients. A bit in the dumps because he has been unable to find a job as of yet. Always wears a black cowboy hat when possible.
Deity: Apollo Weapon: Bow HP: 47 Minicert: N/A
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1Total: 1 (1-6)
Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2016 9:37 pm
The tug was unexpected. She had anticipated someone calling after her, some vocal acknowledgment, whether they were joining her or not. She could perhaps understand someone just following her. The tug certainly got her attention, however, and she turned – eyes catching air first before trailing down to spot the transformed Misha. A peculiar smile crossed her lips, and she tilted her head back at the cat, “What? Do you want to stop me, or are you trying to come along?”
Despite the necessity to watch Misha for an answer, Beth’s approach distracted Sylvia. Her brows furrowed as the girl seemed ready to excuse herself, but then Beth stopped herself, and Sylvia followed her gaze and turned to watch Misha again – this time making it clear that she wanted to try and help. Apparently she thought she could help track Tom, which certainly seemed in the realm of possibilities. Besides, cats seemed pretty talented at catching birds, and surely it was possible that would be a perk of Misha’s transformation.
Beth wandered into view again and gave Misha a pat, and gave into the search. Sylvia offered her a sympathetic smile, “Well, if you two are sure you want to come…” Assuming as much, Sylvia began walking again and took a deep breath. “Well, I’m pretty sure he turned into an owl of some kind. Some sort of bird, at least. I’ve no idea where he went, though. Up.” That was really all she had. She hoped that he would have stayed close to camp, but who knew what happened when instinct kicked in – maybe he would want to go farther?
Luckily, it seemed not, as an owl swooped out of nowhere headed straight for them. Despite the fact that she should have been expecting as much, Sylvia was so startled that she didn’t think to move with her shield until it was too late. The owl’s talons scraped against her forehead just before she moved her arms up, her left hand then moving to touch the injury. “Ow!” It hadn’t hurt all that much, luckily, but it had startled her plenty.
“Hey!” She called after the bird as it completed its swoop. “Tom, is that you?” Her eyes narrowed and her jaw tightened. “That wasn’t very nice, you know…” Whether it was Tom or not she couldn’t be sure, but it had attacked them first, and she wasn’t going to let that go. The next time the bird got close, she swung her shield for him to see if she could give him a taste of his own medicine. It proved absolutely useless, however, as his speed carried him past her without an issue. Still, maybe the nearness of it could have startled him…
Character Name:Sylvia Owens Brief description of character: Sweet, optimistic, always trying to be helpful – even if it means bluntly telling you how stupid you’re being. Remains tentative about her new life as a Chosen, having never been a fighter…
Every line of Misha's new lean body had tensed just before the owl exploded from the surrounding area but the wild serval instincts were somewhat hampered by the woman's brain running the show. Therefore, Sylvia took first swing at the bird. In the time it took her to swing and miss, though, Misha had re-positioned herself back a few steps and crouched in readiness. As the owl which they assumed to be Tom flew over her head, the stored energy snapped loose and long legs drove Misha upward in a powerful, controlled leap. She remembered at the last moment to keep her claws in, thankfully, as her paws caught at feathered body and wings. Then she was falling towards the ground again and she instinctively clutched at the owl to bring him down with her.
This was not going to be fun at all but Misha knew that, if Tom was anything like she had been, he was fighting it and frenzied all at once. If they could just bring him to the ground to keep him from flying off, maybe they could reason with him. Or at least Beth and Sylvia could. She herself could, she didn't know. Keep him pinned down?
Misha's HP: 80 Misha's Damage: 8 WC: 323
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4Total: 4 (1-6)
Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 6:04 am
Beth squeaked as Tom flew down and attacked Sylvia. This was just like trying to grab Misha the night before. Though she did not know Tom as well, and worried that her words might not reach him. Still, she had to try. And if he didn't respond? Well, she was honestly less concerned about hurting him than hurting Misha. It was a curious sort of double standard, one she didn't have the luxury of investigating at the moment.
"T-tom? Listen, it's us! Your friends! Misha, Beth, Sylvia...." Gosh, she hoped they were his friends. Beth didn't quite know their relationship to him well enough to characterize it. But she was reasonably certain that no one here wanted to hurt him. "We don't want to harm you, I promise. We just want to bring you home."
Weapon: Whip (agile ranged) HP: 47/47 Dmg: 4
Character Name:Beth Almasy Brief description of character: A sweet but skittish beauty who's lived in the lap of luxury her whole life, Beth doesn't quite know what she's doing. She's always willing to support and cheer on her friends, mostly so she doesn't actually have to lift a finger.
Deity: Hera WC: 135, Total: 331
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 7:27 am
Tom managed to get a hit in before being dragged down by the cat they had with them. He squawked out in protest and flapped and pecked and tried to claw away from the cat.
He heard the voices and thought he recognized them, he tried to say something but his mind was in too much of a flurry.He couldn't concentrate and the pain he was now feeling from their "attacks" was keeping him from any human thoughts he might have.
Although the cat was gripping him, he tried to fight all of them off at once, his instincts telling him that if he gave up it would be all over. His mind was trying to tell him that he shouldn't be fighting, these were friends. He wouldn't listen to that voice though, he had to keep fighting!
HP: 60 - 12 = 48 Damage 0
Character Name:Tom Wolf Brief description of character: A new doctor who tends to be quite sarcastic though isn't sarcastic with his patients. A bit in the dumps because he has been unable to find a job as of yet. Always wears a black cowboy hat when possible.
Deity: Apollo Weapon: Bow HP: 47 Minicert: N/A
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 1:49 pm
Sylvia had never seen Misha in a fight before, but serval cat Misha was impressive. Her jump was perfect, and she did a lovely job of not shredding Tom, instead pulling him down to Earth with her and keeping him there. Who knew if he would stay, probably not for very long, but at least he was in on place for now.
Beth, for her part, was trying to persuade him to come back to his senses. She was right that no one wanted to hurt him, but Sylvia wasn’t convinced that trying to reach his human side was going to be enough to bring him back. She was fairly sure that he would have to be beaten into submission, at least a little bit, to try and tame some of his wilder senses. If anything was her solace, it was that she couldn’t imagine that he wasn’t still protected by his God, and most of whatever violence they would have to inflict would probably not really harm him.
With that in mind, she tried to figure out how best to attack him as he flailed in Misha’s arms. Her first instinct was to raise the end of her shield and bring the end down on him, but she was still afraid that would be a little much – and Misha’s arms were holding him, so she might get hurt in the process. She wasn’t sure what would work best, then, but decided that trying something was better than nothing. She walked over to the flailing owl and swung the bottom of her shield towards the side of him that seemed free of Misha’s arms. She was risking pushing him out of Misha’s arms, as well, but she would have to take that chance.
Character Name:Sylvia Owens Brief description of character: Sweet, optimistic, always trying to be helpful – even if it means bluntly telling you how stupid you’re being. Remains tentative about her new life as a Chosen, having never been a fighter…
Misha made a low noise in the back of her throat at the sudden flurry of upset bird in her grasp. Wings flailed and swung about and she kept shifting her head to avoid a mouthful of feathers. Tom was much stronger than he looked. She had no idea if it was because he was a turned Chosen or if it was a normal owl thing. Whichever it was, he was a determined fluffy thing! She remembered her own fear, though, and tried to keep him pinned to the ground as best she could without adding her full weight onto him. She did not want to squish him, just keep him from escaping.
The beak, though... Misha yelped in frustration and twisted again to avoid a dig. It was lucky he missed, she thought. A bite from the beak would hurt like hell. She shifted her weight and Tom managed to work a wing free. She grit her teeth. If she loosened her hold much more, he would escape.
Misha's HP: 80 Misha's Damage: 4 WC: 493
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 6:31 pm
Beth watch Misha struggle with Tom the Owl and threw herself into action. She knelt heavily at his side one hand to push his wing down and the other to keep his head pushed down. She was careful not to smash his windpipe, but she certainly didn't want that beak to come anywhere near her face or Misha's. "Tom, Tom, it's okay, please calm down! It's just us! You're not in danger!" She tried to make her voice as sweet and soothing as possible, but there was only so much she could do as she strained to keep Tom down. She felt terrible, watching him struggle against them, at the fear and pain she knew he must be in. She tried to tell herself that it was for his own good. For all of them.
Weapon: Whip (agile ranged) HP: 47/47 Dmg: 8
Character Name:Beth Almasy Brief description of character: A sweet but skittish beauty who's lived in the lap of luxury her whole life, Beth doesn't quite know what she's doing. She's always willing to support and cheer on her friends, mostly so she doesn't actually have to lift a finger.
Deity: Hera
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WC: 135, Total: 466
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2016 7:17 pm
All Tom could feel was fear and pain right now. At this point he was less focused on attacking for the sake of defending and instead trying to get away, and if he had to he would bite and hit and rake as much as he could, not giving up until his body gave out.
Luckily for him he felt one of his wings become free and struggled a bit more before being essentially head locked and almost unable to completely move. He tried snapping at the one that was keeping his head pushed down, snapping a bit at whatever of her was closest to him.
He was jumbled a little after he was hit in the side though, and twisted a bit in his captors’ grasp, almost unable to even completely. However he was doing all he could to wriggle free.
HP: 48 - 5 - 4 - 8 = 31 Damage 4
Character Name:Tom Wolf Brief description of character: A new doctor who tends to be quite sarcastic though isn't sarcastic with his patients. A bit in the dumps because he has been unable to find a job as of yet. Always wears a black cowboy hat when possible.
Deity: Apollo Weapon: Bow HP: 47 Minicert: N/A
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5Total: 5 (1-6)
Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2016 12:17 am
Tom was clearly strong, even in his owl form. Misha was struggling to keep him contained without, it seemed, using bites or scratches to subdue him. Beth even jumped in herself, pinning a wing that Tom freed and holding his head down. Sylvia wasn’t sure that pinning him in such a way, with how much they were needing to fight to do it, was any less cruel than taking a swipe at him as he tried to swoop towards their heads, but this was their approach, and she was going to roll with it.
Tom was clearly distressed. When he managed to turn and bite Beth for pinning him, Sylvia couldn’t help herself from getting upset. Still, with Misha and Beth pinning him, there was little she might be able to accomplish with her shield that wouldn’t hurt either of them – and that wouldn’t be a terrible blow to Tom. She could really only opt to try and reason with him, the way that Beth had clearly been working at. To be fair, Beth had helped bring Misha back to her senses, so perhaps that was the best way to go after all.
“Tom, please!” He was struggling so much and clearly frenzied. In the hopes of capturing his attention more firmly, she slammed her shield against the ground near Tom’s head, creating a more startling sound than she’d expected and shaking the ground they were on. “Can you remember us at all?” She wanted to crouch nearer to him, but she was afraid he might break free and she wouldn’t be ready. She did lean forward, at least, trying to make sure that he could at least see who was talking to him – as if that would help. “Tom, something terrible has happened, but we’re trying to help you! We don’t want to hurt you, we want to help, but you have to help us too.”
Got a lil' creative with the crowd and Sylvia's shield, but apparently it was an impressive improvisation. xD;;
Character Name:Sylvia Owens Brief description of character: Sweet, optimistic, always trying to be helpful – even if it means bluntly telling you how stupid you’re being. Remains tentative about her new life as a Chosen, having never been a fighter…
The concussive shiver of Sylvia's shield hitting the ground raised the hair on the back of Misha's neck and she made an involuntary sound in the back of her throat. It hovered somewhere between protest and question. She could not deny the effectiveness of the action, though. Tom now faced three very intent females and they surrounded him in a tight circle.
Of course, Misha objected quite strongly to his attack on Beth's hand but she kept her reaction only to a low growl and a shift of her body weight. She remained careful to keep her claws in at all times but she did not hesitate to use her nimble paws to keep him better pinned. When she saw a chance, she made another noise in the back of her throat and dipped her head to rub her furry cheek against his feathery head. She could only hope that such a personal touch would communicate past words and panic.
