You're attacked by a group of three small animals -- your choice what sort, but they should be native to the Louisiana area. Their eyes are crazed, and their action are erratic, implying that there's no sense behind their actions. These are wild beasts, and they attack together.
Hit Points: 10 each, for a total of 30, but one dies for each 10 HP damage you do to them. Damage: Each does 2 each time you attack, for a total of 6 to start. This number goes down as you kill them.
If you successfully kill all three animals and reach 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. 41-90: Moly Flower: a small white flower with a dark root. You're not quite sure what it's for, but decide to keep it. 91-100: Rabid Blood: these creatures have been infected with something that makes their blood potent. It can be vialed and used once to deal an extra 3 damage [after modifiers] on your next successful attack, after which it is consumed and leaves your inventory forever.
Shaddaling rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-6)
Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2016 6:21 pm
He found himself trudging through the swamp again. He debated on different type of footwear, trying to figure out what would be best to handle the humid wetness of the swamp. Would crocs be better?
He glanced around the woods, and paused, hearing a hiss from above? Lex paused and looked up and groaned slightly, peering up at the large group of possums? Opossums? Ugly white rats with naked clinging tails and too much teeth in the trees.
Not what he wanted to be dealing with, nope.
HP: 44 Weapon: Brass knuckles, base 4 + 1 to hit roll Damage: 2 Beast: 28
Character Name:Lex/Sasha Tavei Brief description of character: Impulsive to the bone and flamboyant, Lex is a ball of energy, making rash decisions and depending on his/their luck to carry him/them out of trouble.
The funny thing was that he was starting to get a lot better with his chosen weapon. He felt himself connect with one of the leaping beasts, full out crack, that felt really, surprisingly good. Though it might be that he was sick and tired of things trying to bite him.
He shifted, watching the remaining two beasts twist about the roots. "Come on you ugly things." He said, looking at the dripping droll and beady eyes.
HP: 38 Weapon: Brass knuckles, base 4 + 1 to hit roll Damage: 8 Beast: 20
Character Name:Lex/Sasha Tavei Brief description of character: Impulsive to the bone and flamboyant, Lex is a ball of energy, making rash decisions and depending on his/their luck to carry him/them out of trouble.
Not as fast or as hard, but his brass knuckles were coated in saliva and blood and the beast was at least hurt. Lex shifted, careful of the heavy roots, watching the possum find its feet, shaking it's head.
His pants were starting to show more wear and tear, the claws tearing into the touch material to draw blood and it would be worse if he hadn't had the shield.
HP: 34 Weapon: Brass knuckles, base 4 + 1 to hit roll Damage: 4 Beast: 16
Character Name:Lex/Sasha Tavei Brief description of character: Impulsive to the bone and flamboyant, Lex is a ball of energy, making rash decisions and depending on his/their luck to carry him/them out of trouble.
Another hit and the feel of things giving and the satiating feel as the rabid creature didn't get up. "Well, your brother or sister is down, beastie, your disgusting self left." He spat and shook off gross bits from the harden steal and brass coloring encasing his fist.
Gross, there was hair stuck on his hand. "Disgusting." Hermes, why was he stuck somewhere so gross on his first mission?
HP: 30 Weapon: Brass knuckles, base 4 + 1 to hit roll Damage: 8 Beast: 8
Character Name:Lex/Sasha Tavei Brief description of character: Impulsive to the bone and flamboyant, Lex is a ball of energy, making rash decisions and depending on his/their luck to carry him/them out of trouble.
"How hard is it to make you quit? Your ugly friends were not this difficult," Lex grumbled, smashing his fist into the launching possum and grunt as back claws raked over his shirt before he could toss it away. " He rubbed at his wrist, massaging it as he watched the creature skitter back and forth.
"I'm going to kill you." He grumbled.
HP: 28 Weapon: Brass knuckles, base 4 + 1 to hit roll Damage: 4 Beast: 4
Character Name:Lex/Sasha Tavei Brief description of character: Impulsive to the bone and flamboyant, Lex is a ball of energy, making rash decisions and depending on his/their luck to carry him/them out of trouble.
"Told you," Lex said as he smacked the remaining possum down and stepped over the corpse, frowning down at it. He toed it with his mud caked shoe, making sure it didn't move. Dead? Dead, actually dead. Good.
He was a bit blood, but not too badly injured. Lex moved around, making sure the other two rabid creatures were down and not liable to jump at his face. “Okay, just, who thought it was a good idea to make a magical rabies virus or whatever and just throw it around the swamp.” He didn’t understand what was going through that witch’s head. Random animals were sick. Others use to be human and just charged around scared and frightened.
It didn’t make sense. Was she keeping some? Did she just not care that they were sort of noticeable?
(wc 503)
HP: 24 Weapon: Brass knuckles, base 4 + 1 to hit roll Damage: 4 Beast: 0
Character Name:Lex/Sasha Tavei Brief description of character: Impulsive to the bone and flamboyant, Lex is a ball of energy, making rash decisions and depending on his/their luck to carry him/them out of trouble.
41-90: Moly Flower: a small white flower with a dark root. You're not quite sure what it's for, but decide to keep it.
Lex paused, head tipped and reached down, pulling out a small white flower with a dark root from the matted fur. What was that? Maybe it was important?
