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.
Marisol turned, and everything in Rose went hot and brittle. Her breath shortened and her pupils practically blew out with the fear that washed over her, watching her partner, her friend, her King running off in the form of a feline. The gorilla they'd brought in was also a turned Chosen, and -- and she couldn't --
"MARISOL!" the blonde cried out, leaving the injured Chosen's side and all but throwing herself after the fleeing feline, bow and arrows abandoned by a very confused looking gorilla.
There was no way in hell she was going to hurt Marisol. She'd rather be chewed on than willingly cause any pain to her dancer.
Character Name:Juniper Rose Brief description of character: An enigmatic songstress who seems to have stepped out of a time long passed, Rose is level-headed and self-reliant to a fault. Strong-willed and no-nonsense, she's the one to get things done and not expect anything in return.
Deity: Apollo Weapon: Balanced Bow HP: 47
Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 7:35 pm
Mal hadn't seen Marisol change, but Rose's cry had whipped his head around. He knew that sort of yell. He might have given one like it himself, once upon a time, or if it had been someone else who was changed.
He dove into the underbrush after the blond; he didn't remember her name, or if they'd met before. He thought maybe not. But he remembered Marisol's name, and this was the same kind of no man left behind situation that he'd had before.
Character Name:Mal Gherig Brief description of character: Mal is the the quintessential ice prince; cool in a crisis, he keeps a space of calm around himself even when the world is falling to pieces, but what you see on the surface isn't necessarily what's going on beneath. He has no fear of appearing like an a*****e in order to play devil's advocate, and will frequently go out of his way to do so in order to force others to think about their choices.
Marisol didn't understand what was happening as a voice shouted behind her. She only knew to run. There was something after her and she needed to flee. The landscape in front of her, however, presented a problem. It was far too open and she leapt, claws locking into a low hanging branch as she climbed to safety.
Except it couldn't last. They were coming--the sound of two, now, thrummed through the dirt and up into the tree branches. And fight flared to life into her mind. It didn't matter who it was. She had to live, to survive. With a warning growl, she threw herself down from the tree and collided with Malcolm.
Marisol's Health: 60 HP Damage: (100% x 4) = 4 DMG (to Malcolm)
Marisol's Weapon: Whip (4 Base; +1 Hit)
Character Name:Marisol Whelan Brief description of character: Marisol is a young woman who is adept at fitting in and capable of charming most of those she meets. A thrill seeker at heart, she does not shy away from difficult tasks or the spotlight.
Deity: Hermes Weapon: Whip HP: 47 Minicert:
Chrystali rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5Total: 5 (1-6)
Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 7:49 pm
Blue eyes nearly clouded by the storm of fear turned when she heard another crashing after her, not knowing what to expect -- and clearly, by her baffled expression, she had not anticipated a stranger to be following her. One to help, no less.
"I -- " No. No time for introductions or explanations. Only what mattered. "The cat -- the cat is Marisol," she explained breathlessly, extending her hand towards the man to help him with his footing if he needed, partially sliding on the slick flooring of the bayou forest. "She was bit, she -- "
And Marisol was abruptly on his face.
Rose wanted to laugh, but terror reigned supreme: what if she bit the guy and he changed? "Marisol, darling, don't -- don't claw up the nice man, he's just -- trying to help." The songstress had approximately no idea what was falling from her lips, but she put her gloved hands around the angry feline's middle, trying to pry her off without tearing the man's face. She could feel the dancer's hummingbird heartbeat, even though the gloves, overcome with a great sense of sadness and guilt, because if she hadn't grazed that shot when the gorilla charged, maybe...maybe...!
"Oh sh--" Mal managed to get his arm up a little bit, but the -- "What is it with the cats today!" He didn't worry (yet) about being bitten, but he managed to pry the cat-- it had to be Marisol -- off his face. She'd get half-flung against Rose, but Mal figured that would just make it a little easier to catch her.
Or at least to corral her. Maybe if they could get her to chase in circles, they could tire her out enough to bring her back to her senses. So far it seemed to be working that way.
Mal's HP: 50 - 4 = 46 Dmg: 3 Weapon: Sword
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Character Name:Mal Gherig Brief description of character: Mal is the the quintessential ice prince; cool in a crisis, he keeps a space of calm around himself even when the world is falling to pieces, but what you see on the surface isn't necessarily what's going on beneath. He has no fear of appearing like an a*****e in order to play devil's advocate, and will frequently go out of his way to do so in order to force others to think about their choices.
Arms--warmth, safety. Arms--capture, constriction. The margay thrashed as she was hugged. A part of her remembered this. The arms, the feeling, the scent. The part of her that was still Marisol wanted to relax, give in. Yet human emotions and understanding were foreign, dangerous, to the animal mind that spooked and startled.
She couldn't help the back claws that scratched, intentionless, at the the blonde that held her. Nor could she do much to reassure that she was here, not changed, just clouded. No animal wanted to be captured. Freedom and life were in the trees, not in the company of humans.
Marisol's Health: 51 HP Damage: (50% x 4) = 2 DMG (to Rose)
Marisol's Weapon: Whip (4 Base; +1 Hit)
Character Name:Marisol Whelan Brief description of character: Marisol is a young woman who is adept at fitting in and capable of charming most of those she meets. A thrill seeker at heart, she does not shy away from difficult tasks or the spotlight.
Deity: Hermes Weapon: Whip HP: 47 Minicert:
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5Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 8:19 pm
She didn't take it personal when the man all but hurled Marisol at her, anymore than she did when the cat began to unleash those sharp, raptor-like claws. "Marisol," Rose tried to keep her voice even so as to not set the feline on high alert, tried to hold her without holding her down, "it's me, just -- just breathe -- tsk!"
A soft hiss escaped her as the claws caught her on the wrist, reflexively letting go with that hand and ultimately releasing her entirely, not wanting to dangle Marisol - cat or not - by the arm.
Mal swatted at the margay with his sword; he didn't catch it, but he tried to keep it confined; somewhere near him and the blond woman, trying not to let it run out and away.
"I'm Mal-- this isn't the time for introductions, but-- try not to let her get past us."
Mal's HP: 46 Dmg: 0 Weapon: Sword
Character Name:Mal Gherig Brief description of character: Mal is the the quintessential ice prince; cool in a crisis, he keeps a space of calm around himself even when the world is falling to pieces, but what you see on the surface isn't necessarily what's going on beneath. He has no fear of appearing like an a*****e in order to play devil's advocate, and will frequently go out of his way to do so in order to force others to think about their choices.
Marisol shook herself as she began to pace. The cat's eyes never left the two humans as she went from one end to the other. She did not trust that man with the sword--it gleamed in the sunlight and the level of threat spiked. It meant her harm. Protection.
A menacing yowl was the only warning she gave as she barrelled towards the two humans, targeting the man with the weapon. Claws slashed at his legs as the fur along her spine rose and her tail puffed up in hopes that seeming bigger would deter them from attacking her further.
Marisol's Health: 45 HP Damage: (100% x 4) = 4 DMG (to Malcolm)
Marisol's Weapon: Whip (4 Base; +1 Hit)
Character Name:Marisol Whelan Brief description of character: Marisol is a young woman who is adept at fitting in and capable of charming most of those she meets. A thrill seeker at heart, she does not shy away from difficult tasks or the spotlight.
Deity: Hermes Weapon: Whip HP: 47 Minicert:
Chrystali rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3Total: 3 (1-6)
Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2016 8:45 pm
"Rose," she returned the greeting, sliding her feet as she strafed to the other side of the cat, "Marisol's girlfriend." The last tidbit was only added to explain her own sort of pressured urgency, to hopefully give a voice to why she was a little more skittish and a lot less composed than she'd usually present as.
This was her Marisol. Louisiana wasn't going to take her away.
Slightly shaking fingers tucked a stray lock of blonde behind her ear, wincing as the feline leaped at Mal. "She's -- she is entirely always this feisty. I'm -- I'm grateful for your help," she offered as a soft apology, cutting in closer to Marisol and briefly ghosting her hand over the other's back and tail. "Marisol, come on, come on, we've still so much to do..."
"--ah, sh--" Well, maybe keeping Marisol focused on him would be better. "--snickerdoodle." He let his breath out, but he'd managed to thwap Marisol a little, so maybe they were getting somewhere.
"We'll-- get her back to herself." It bothered him, but he guessed he could understand why Marisol kept going at him. He was the one with the sword.
Mal's HP: 42 Dmg: 3 Weapon: Sword
Character Name:Mal Gherig Brief description of character: Mal is the the quintessential ice prince; cool in a crisis, he keeps a space of calm around himself even when the world is falling to pieces, but what you see on the surface isn't necessarily what's going on beneath. He has no fear of appearing like an a*****e in order to play devil's advocate, and will frequently go out of his way to do so in order to force others to think about their choices.
The cat's ears perked, lips curling, as it tilted its head quizzically at Malcolm's words. Snickerdoodle. Are we in grade school? It didn't last long as she arched her back, pressing herself into a furry slinky arc that was displeased at being thwacked. I am not a pinata! She considered--felt herself tense at the idea of going after the blonde--but the man had hit her...
Irritated, the margay sprang forward. She didn't bother with teeth or claws, merely leapt towards the woman and forced her body weight to unbalance her. Kind, be kind. The resulting mrow was more directed towards the fractious thoughts that interrupted its predator instinct. Kill or be killed--no!
Marisol's Health: 39 HP Damage: (200% x 4) = 8 DMG (to Rose)
Marisol's Weapon: Whip (4 Base; +1 Hit)
Character Name:Marisol Whelan Brief description of character: Marisol is a young woman who is adept at fitting in and capable of charming most of those she meets. A thrill seeker at heart, she does not shy away from difficult tasks or the spotlight.
Deity: Hermes Weapon: Whip HP: 47 Minicert:
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6Total: 6 (1-6)
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"We wi -- "
She had a very sudden armful of very angry cat, feeling a particularly nasty line of scratches from the underside of her jaw and down her neck. Undeterred, Rose took the opportunity to wrap her arms around the furious feline, pressing her nose and lips into the soft fur that smelled of forest, critter and her.
"I'm not letting you get away," she whispered fiercely against Marisol's cat-head. Blue eyes flit up to Mal, her arms practically an iron vice, now. "Do we have anything to restrain her with, if we have to?"
Mal hesitated a beat; Rose had an armful of cat, but he grabbed the handkerchief out of his pocket and balled it up to stuff it between her jaws and hold her muzzle shut. Maybe it'd help, or at least keep her from tearing Rose up more.
"We'll manage. I guess I could wrap her up in my jacket if I have to." He didn't want to hurt Rose, either; he tried to keep his hands careful about hitting her. The scratches already looked pretty livid.
Character Name:Mal Gherig Brief description of character: Mal is the the quintessential ice prince; cool in a crisis, he keeps a space of calm around himself even when the world is falling to pieces, but what you see on the surface isn't necessarily what's going on beneath. He has no fear of appearing like an a*****e in order to play devil's advocate, and will frequently go out of his way to do so in order to force others to think about their choices.
The breath hot against her face--there is singing as she warms under the sun--called to the human mind, pulled at the human heart that resided somewhere inside of her. She felt her body start to go slack as human emotions swelled--dancing in a world of just them, a Queen in splendor and a King doused in glitter--but before she could relent a cloth was being wrapped around her muzzle.
Animal panic pierced past the human thoughts and suddenly she began to snarl, rage and fear mingling into a haze. There was nothing but the threat of death. A fierce wrench of her head forces the grip to allowed her to squirm until she was resting on her side. With a ferocious strike, she raked her claws out until they connected with the man who had dared muzzle her.
Marisol's Health: 15 HP Damage: (50% x 4) = 2 DMG (to Malcolm)
Marisol's Weapon: Whip (4 Base; +1 Hit)
Character Name:Marisol Whelan Brief description of character: Marisol is a young woman who is adept at fitting in and capable of charming most of those she meets. A thrill seeker at heart, she does not shy away from difficult tasks or the spotlight.
