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 Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2016 6:57 pm
Quote:  This enemy can be fought solo! You venture a bit out into the swamplands, following a strange sound in the distance -- and before you can get too far, you spot a medium-sized animal, floundering around a bit among the trees. As you approach, you notice something strange: some shredded fabric still clinging around one foot, or around its neck, like the remnants of some long-destroyed clothing. At this point, it occurs to you that this might be a transformed human being. maybe it's even one of you. And you must capture it. Except it doesn't seem to want to be captured. Your approach spooks it, and it attacks you in blind fear. Hit Points: 30 HP Damage: 4 HP each time you attack If you bring this monster down to 5HP or below, it is injured and can be captured and brought back to the campsite for safe keeping until you can figure out what to do. However, if you drop it below 0HP, you kill it. Either outcome, once finished witth at least 500 words each party involved in the battle gets 10XP and rolls 1d100 to collect loot according to the following: 1-40: You gain nothing but the victory of having beaten this opponent. 41-99: Moly Flower: a small white flower with a dark root. You're not quite sure what it's for, but decide to keep it. 100: Fine Wine: Why would an animal have a bottle of wine? Considering all that's going on, we strongly suggest you don't drink. If you act rashly and do, though, please PM and be blue for consequences.
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xelhaspixiestix rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2016 6:59 pm
It was a pelican. A pelican... one of the big ones, with a brown head and gray wings. It didn't look like it weighed much, but it was tangled up in a long-sleeved t-shirt and looked pretty annoyed with the world.
Mal supposed he ought not to feel surprise at that. Even he got annoyed when he got tangled in a piece of clothing; he could imagine that with that sort of wingspan, it'd be worse. He watched the pelican stretch one wing out, fighting the t-shirt. "Easy there. Hi. I think you're probably not actually a pelican, huh, buddy?"
After the minks and the snapping turtle, well. Mal was wary of any kind of animal, now, especially one tangled in clothing. So when it charged him, he was less than surprised by it, but he twitched a little too hard with the sword. It hit the pelican pretty hard, and he winced himself as a long, long wing caught him.
Mal's HP: 46/50
Dmg: 12
Beast HP: 18
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xelhaspixiestix rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2016 7:07 pm
He backed up from the long wing as it stretched wide toward him, and managed to catch his ankle on a root. He grunted as he thumped into a tree and slashed at the pelican again. It wasn't helping, the pelican wasn't coming back to it's senses (he was not going to check beneath it's tail to see what gender it was, it was an it, thank you) and he was beginning to wonder why on earth he was still doing this.
Probably because he felt like someone ought to. It wasn't the same as the birds, thinning down the herd. Maybe he could manage to knock some sense into this one -- except that the jarring thud of his back against the tree meant that when he pushed himself off of it, he hit the bloody damned pelican harder than he meant to. "Crap. Crap crap crap."
Mal's HP: 42/50
Dmg: 12
Beast HP: 6
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xelhaspixiestix rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2016 7:09 pm
He watched the pelican flail and thrash; at least his hitting it a few times meant that the t-shirt was nearly shredded off of it. Hopefully if he managed to disentangle it, it would be less upset in general, if not less upset specifically with him. Mal hesitated; he didn't really want to hit the damn bird again. What if he hurt it too badly? The memory of the dead turtle still lingered, and he worried.
But the pelican flicked a wing at him again and he reeled backward. His hit this time wasn't hard at all, and he gave it up as a lost cause. Maybe it wouldn't be terrible. Maybe he'd manage. He didn't know. He watched the pelican waver around a little more.
Mal's HP: 38/50
Dmg: 3
Beast HP: 9
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xelhaspixiestix rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2016 7:12 pm
But then-- no. No, of course not. The wing caught him along one ear, a dizzying blow, and it knocked his swing wider. It smacked into the pelican harder than he meant it to. And the pelican wobbled, wavered-- and keeled over. "--crap. Crap!" He watched the (dead) bird and let his breath out. "Mother crapping son of a crap--"
Mal's HP: 34/50
Dmg: 12
Beast HP: -3
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xelhaspixiestix rolled 1 100-sided dice:
83
Total: 83 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2016 7:15 pm
He watched the body for a long minute, and let his breath out. "Crap." But he went and he searched the body-- maybe there was something on the body that would tell him...? No. No, of course not. But he did find a flower, tangled among the dead pelican's feathers, and he picked it out and examined it, then tucked it into his pocket.
(Word Count 55 cool
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