Food above! Be patient... Not yet... NOW!!
The desert sands explode as a savage African desert shark bursts up from its underground burrow!
BATTLE OF THE BULETTE! ROUND 1! FIGHT! OOH OOH OOH AH AH AH!
VANNA!
MWIKALI!
WULFGAR!
LORD PERPIREEN!
VOLREG!
ALTIN!
BULETTE!
Eeeeeek!!
Vanna stabs at the creature with her new rapier.
Volreg attempts to acrobatics away from the creature as the horse he was riding on erupts into a fountain of blood and body parts, hoping to not get attacked by the creature that caused his horse's life to end prematurely, but stumbles a bit, before jumping. Legs burning, he pushes his muscles further than they have gone before, embracing the electrical pain coursing through his body! As he flies though the air the man pulls out his longspear before landing in the sand.
Still angry over the Captains sheer lack of falling to her spell Mwikali conjures forth a flaming ball right around the Bulettes head.
Being careful to stay out of range of the beast's attacks, Altin moves up behind Wulgar, singing as he does, and lays his hand on his friend's back, emitting a final, stirring note.
Vanna stabs at the creature with her new rapier.
[dice=attack]1d20+9; 1d6+4+4 [dice=p/r]1d20+9; 1d20+9; 1d6+4+4
Vanna’s magical rapier flexes against the beast’s keratinous armor plating!
Volreg attempts to acrobatics away from the creature as the horse he was riding on erupts into a fountain of blood and body parts, hoping to not get attacked by the creature that caused his horse's life to end prematurely, but stumbles a bit, before jumping. Legs burning, he pushes his muscles further than they have gone before, embracing the electrical pain coursing through his body! As he flies though the air the man pulls out his longspear before landing in the sand.
As the aeromancer tries to leap free of the carnage, the monster lashed out with a stony claw... rending Volreg’s left thigh for slashing damage!
'What the blazes?' Hearing the screaming of horses, Wulfgar turns his stallion around in time to see Giovanna’s horse shredded under her. As the large shark-like creature attack Volregs doomed beast. "What the blazes is that?" Urging his mount toward the creature as Vulreg springs away. Wulfgar begins to rage, taking on a heavenly visage. He lifts his greatsword, swinging it at the large carnivore. His strike misses so badly that he almost falls off of his mount.
[dice=attack]1d20 + 9 [dice=damage]2d6 + 12
Wobble! *WHIFFFF!!* Wobble! Wulfgar’s steed compensates for his rider’s off-balance swing, preventing the Northman from falling out of the saddle...
Still angry over the Captains sheer lack of falling to her spell Mwikali conjures forth a flaming ball right around the Bulettes head.
GRRRAAARRR!! The beast leaps clear of the flaming sphere!
Being careful to stay out of range of the beast's attacks, Altin moves up behind Wulgar, singing as he does, and lays his hand on his friend's back, emitting a final, stirring note.
Tuesday, January 9th, in the Sea of Japan, 9:00 AM:
Halfway around the world, in the Sea of Japan, a meteor plummets to the Earth, descending into the briny depths to impact with great force, causing a tidal wave and typhoons to devestate the coasts of Asia!
Worse yet, the impact awakens from centuries of slumber the mighty King of Kaiju, Gojira!
The reptilian colossus opens a giant yellow eye, enraged at being awakened, and famished from centuries of hibernation...
Up from the depths rises the Titan, thirty stories high, causing more flooding and typhoons across Asia...
In The Celestial Court, the Monkey King gawks in surprise as the meteor crashes into Earth and awakens the King of Kaiju!
Oh boy! What is this! Emperor Shang Ti has cast a falling star into our Game of Mortals to awaken the great kaiju of the world! I wonder who Gojira will awaken next to join in his rampage...
Still angry over the Captains sheer lack of falling to her spell Mwikali conjures forth a flaming ball right around the Bulettes head.
GRRRAAARRR!! The beast leaps clear of the flaming sphere!
Mwikali’s witch-fire scorches the great beast’s underbelly and elicits a roar of pain!
GGRRRAAAAAARRRRGGGHH!!
The monster bites at Wulfgar missing... *SNAP!!*... It claws but the Northman evades... It claws again dealing damage to Wulfgar!
walking on its back Studying it for a wark spot.
Mwikali keeps her ball of flaming sponge roll right into the creature once again
flies off before he gets toasted
"be careful with that thing"
he says
Now a safe distance away, the farmer focuses the elements around him, shooting another bolt of electricity at the land shark!
"That thing killed my horse! I would suggest running, but I most likely can't outrun that creature!"
"Sure, whatever you say!" Altin calls back to Wulfgar. He moves back carefully, drawing his bow. He fires an arrow at the fearsome beast.
Vanna slashes at the beast again, taking advantage of surrounding the beast.
Bring it down!
Ducking, as the creature bite's and shifting the horse with his knees, to avoid the first claw strike, Wulfgar cannot avoid the second claw as it rakes his back. He lifts his sword and swings at the creature again, calling out, "laH Doch moq pagh vaj Haw' maH?" not remembering that none of his companions understand.
** spoiler omitted **
Wulfgar's blade bounces harmlessly off the iron-hard plating armoring the bulette!
Now a safe distance away, the farmer focuses the elements around him, shooting another bolt of electricity at the land shark!
[dice=Electric Blast+Elemental Overflow : Touch]d20+6+1
[dice=Damage+Elemental Overflow]2d6+2+2"That thing killed my horse! I would suggest running, but I most likely can't outrun that creature!"
GGGRRRRROOOOORRRR!! The monster roars as the electricity crackles around its armored face!
Mwikali keeps her ball of flaming sponge roll right into the creature once again
Mwikali's flaming sphere scorches the beast's underbelly again!
RRRAAARRR!!!!
"Sure, whatever you say!" Altin calls back to Wulfgar. He moves back carefully, drawing his bow. He fires an arrow at the fearsome beast.
Altin's arrow sinks in the gap between armor plates!
RRROOOAAAARRR!!!
Vanna slashes at the beast again, taking advantage of surrounding the beast.
Bring it down!
[dice=attack]1d20+9+2; 1d6+4+4 [dice=p/r]1d20+9+2; 1d20+9+2; 1d6+4+4
Vanna's magic rapier flexes against the monster's armor plating again!
Vanna slashes at the beast again, taking advantage of surrounding the beast.
Bring it down!
[dice=attack]1d20+9+2; 1d6+4+4 [dice=p/r]1d20+9+2; 1d20+9+2; 1d6+4+4
Vanna's magic rapier flexes against the monster's armor plating again!
Vanna’s blade sinks between the monster’s natural armor plates, drawing blood!
GRRRAAAAAAAARRRGG!!
Realizing that it has mistaken deadly apex predators for easy prey, the bulette burrows back down into the desert sands, intent on escaping to find easier prey!
As the bulette burrows halfway into the desert sand, Wulfgar cleaves a bloody rift open in it’s hindquarters! A muffled roar of agony can be heard... GGGRRRAAAARRGH!!! ...but the beast keeps burrowing!
Mwikali makes the flaming sphere to follow suit."BURN CREATURE"
She moves it to follow
Seeing the best is on its last legs, Lord Perireen flips his hand and a rock, flies high into the air it seemed a pointless act missing the critter but then he says.
"Wait for it"
An the rock falls back down and wacks the bests behind with a shell cracking thud.
And he dose a little jig
Mwikali’s flaming sphere sears the beast’s hindquarters as it tries to escape into the desert sands, and Lord Perpireen’s telekinesis-hurled rock lands a telling blow! Wulfgar’s earlier strike, which had seemed to bounce harmlessly off its stony shell, actually split the plate, which can now be seen to crack open, releasing a torrent of the bulette’s life’s blood! With a mighty groan, the monster falls still, slain by the Desert Jackals!
GGGRRRRRRAAAARRRNNN!!! *GASP!!*
It lies lifeless, it’s front half buried in the desert sand, it’s rear half bleeding from several deep gashes and puncture wounds!
Alas, the harrowing battle against the bulette has left the party with two less mules than they started out with, but this is a small inconvenience compared to the abundance of edible bulette meat and impressive trophy they can now harvest.
The eight gladiators and twelve harem women help the Desert Jackals prepare the bulette meat and the armor plates, dividing the load among their many mules, horses, and camels, a task that takes under half an hour with all the help.
Making his was back to the group, with a slight limp, feels the healing energy flow through him. "That was a nasty beast! Thanks for your magics Wulfgar, as that was a pretty nasty cut I had been given." Looking about, he gathers his belongings that were strapped to his now very dead horse, and looks about the various travelers. "Would any of you mind I ride with you. My horse seems to have nearly been eaten by that whatever that creature was, and I would greatly appreciate not having to walk through the desert towards Safi."
Making his was back to the group, with a slight limp, feels the healing energy flow through him. "That was a nasty beast! Thanks for your magics Wulfgar, as that was a pretty nasty cut I had been given." Looking about, he gathers his belongings that were strapped to his now very dead horse, and looks about the various travelers. "Would any of you mind I ride with you. My horse seems to have nearly been eaten by that whatever that creature was, and I would greatly appreciate not having to walk through the desert towards Safi."
The lovely undine hydrokineticist Oparah the Opal rides up to Volreg on her camel and urges her steed to kneel to allow him to climb onto its back, offering him her hand and a warm smile.
Ride with me, teacher!
Having harvested more than enough bulette meat to feed the entire caravan for the rest of the journey to Safi, the caravan rides west across the hard pan desert.
The trio of buzzards glut themselves on the scraps before taking to the sky to scout ahead.
The sun slowly dips westward, and evening brings chill winds that howl like the souls of the damned through apertures in strange rock formations.
Night falls, and the travelers feel the exertions of their travels, especially the Desert Jackals, who also feel the soreness in their muscles from their harrowing battle with the bulette.
[dice=survival]1d20+4
As the evening waines, Wurlgar looks around, "This looks like a safe campsite, shall we stop here for the evening?"
Wulfgar locates a horseshoe-shaped rock outcropping, about ten feet high, with a flat space of hard pan relatively free of rocks within, about thirty feet in diameter. The open end of the horseshoe is about thirty feet wide. It seems a pretty safe place to set camp, as predators would be forced to enter from the open side, or else clamber over a ten-foot-high wall of rock.
Taking Oparah's hand and hoisting himself onto the mount, gets himself settled. "Thank you for the help Oparah." With most of hi wounds healed, Volreg's concern was about his legs. Something compelled him to leap away, but what it was, he didn't know. Lost in thought as to the past couple of days, he doesn't pay attention to much anything until the horses stop.
After camp has been set up and bulette portions are roasting merrily over the fire, Altin takes out his small Romani flute and begins playing something to lighten the mood. After a tune or two he asks if anyone else plays or sings.