Rikka creeps closer, sniffing the air as he goes. Something about the mankin seems wrong, but Rikka can't put his finger on it. 'Maybe it tastes funny? I wonder what man tastes like?'
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Rikka sniffs the air, smelling the acrid scent of urine. He listens, tilting his head to the side and watching the man. His curiosity peaked, he HAS to creep closer. Stealth:
Rikka will take to the trees and creep closer, acting for all the world like a squirrel. Stealth:
Rikka raises his paw at the invisible narrator. "Here here!"
"Fight, fight, spy spy! Rikka Rikka great warrior! Grrr!!" Rikka makes several fierce motions while sitting on the girl's head.
Rikka begins to bounce about the clearing, launching tiny lightning bolts at the PCs and DM.
Rikka perks up. "So Rikka Rikka gets pet?!?" Rikka chitters happily, then runs up the strange girl's body to perch squarely on her head. He begins grooming her while chittering, "Good pet-pet. Good good."
Sense Motive:
Rikka looks at the wolf, then at the girl. He chitters sadly, then turns to leave with the Wolf and his girl.
Rikka chitters sadly. "Rikka never gets to play with manlings. Rikka Rikka needs a pet."
Rikka chitters loudly and falls backwards, flipping head over heels. He comes back up and stares up at the girl. "It speaks! Rikka Rikka hears wordy words! Can Rikka keep this pet?"
Rikka runs down the girl's leg and runs up to the feet of the newcomer. He sniffs the air, standing on his hind legs and chitters at the newcomer scoldingly.
Rikka puffs up at the sound of danger. He begins to chitter and give up slight sparks, making the girl's hair rise with the electric discharge.
Rikka sniffs the air, but all he smell is the scent of human that he's riding on. It smells...nice. Rikka begins grooming the human pet, pulling bits of bug and leaf out of its hair, and making soft soothing chittering noises.
Perception: sight
Rikka begins sniffing the air, keeping a nose out for any scents that seem unusual. Survival
"Are we there yet? Are we there yet? How about now?"
Rikka sniffs haughtily. Of course others would be jealous; after all, HE had a pet and all they had was fleas...
Rikka will pause a moment, then scamper up the girl's back to perch on her right shoulder. He'll chitter softly to her, while wrapping his tail around her neck, affectionately. "Rikka have pet!"
"Pffff. Rikka walk. Not ride silly wolf. Rikka have pride." Still, the squirrel looks a little miffed at his rebuff. When the human shows up, the squirrel puffs out his fur and hisses, not at the girl, but at thw wolf. "Bad wolf have manling?!? Bad wolf wolf have PET?!!? No fair! No fair! Rikka Rikka want pet, too!"
Rikka will nod at the notion of going, then look at the wolf. "Long legs run fast fast. Rikka short legs, good for trees, good for glide. No good for run fast fast. Rikka ride wolf?" He asks hopefully.
"Yes! Yes yes yes! Bad Wolf not so dumb-dumb. Where Rikka start?"
Rikka chitters an affirmative, still puffed up and excited from the skirmish. "Rikka Rikka go and scout. Rikka get much much information. Rikka bring back good see-see, smell-smell and hear-hear. Yep yep!"
Neat! Deeds are cool. I had no idea. :) Totally agree with this sentiment. I'm going for Larger than Life, because I can see the electric squirrel leaping at someone's face and going berserk on them...
DM:
I see in the OOC thread, which is really useful, by the by, that we get a free deed at 1st level. I'd like to take Larger than Life 1. If this is an issue, let me know. Thanks! Rikka, still hissing and spitting, sees the dogs launch themselves at the Wolf. He begins to yowl gratingly, "My my wolf! My bad bad! Smelly dogs no bite wolf, RIKKA BITE WOLF!" He darts to a point where he can hit both dogs in a cone 15 feet long without hitting the wolf. If this is impossible, he'll target one of the dogs. He rears up on his hindquarters and thrusts his paws forward, screeching wicked as sparks erupt from his fur.
Rikka raises on his hing legs and emits a series of mocking chirps as the dogs advance! Taunt to demoralize the dogs: Rules bits:
You can use this skill to cause your opponents to become shaken for a number of rounds. The DC of this check is equal to 10 + the target’s Hit Dice + the target’s Wisdom modifier. Success: If you are successful, the target is shaken for one round. This duration increases by 1 round for every 5 by which you beat the DC. You can only threaten opponents in this way if they are within 30 feet and can clearly see and hear you. Fail: The opponent is not shaken.
Initiative: Rikka puffs up and chitter-hisses as the dogs rush in. Stupid dogs! This would be a massacre!
Rikka rolls with the wolf's breath and comes up chittering. "Bad wolf! Bad bad bad!" He calms a bit when Fitz speaks, but silences when the owl speaks; owls are a great deal more frightening than wolves. "What what what and when? When Rikka Rikka go, see see and talk?"
At the wolf's somewhat dismissive question, Rikka bristles. Hopping in front of the wolf, he poses in several odd poses to emphasize his points.. "Rikka very strong! Rikka very very stealthy like shadow! Rikka very very wise! (He poses in a very thoughtful fashion.) Rikka very very powerful! Mighty Mighty son of storms! Big shock Rikka! Grrr!" He ends this series of strange poses by imitating the wolf, down to the way he sits and his stance.
Izbahn turns to Kotori, ”I am sorry but you know how Naomi likes to stay up late” He blushes for a moment, before he addresses the rest of you, ”Like Kotori has said there may be others, but unfortunately we have precious few hard facts. Chief among them is how did the Karakian army first learn of the existence of the Noble Animals, and second, what were they promised in exchange for their servitude?” Nodding at Fitz, Rikka tilts his head curiously. "No Facts, no truth, no idea? Yep, yep, yep, human ask Rikka find out more, yep, yep. Ask Rikka put head in snake mouth! Human human give Rikka nice-nice? Human give Rikka sweet nut for Rikka-trouble?"
Um.. wow. I never would have though of a squirrel raising it's tiny little paw in protest. Squirrels are notorious for their organizational capabilities. They frequently protest on motorways. It's just that humans think we're randomly running across the road to cause them accidents... (We totally are...)
"OWL! OWL!" Rikka once more puffs up, emitting sparks and bouncing about on all fours. "Death from the sky! Bad bird! Bad bad bird! I see you, bird! Catching claws! Wicked beak! I see you, bird! Rikka no food food! Rikka bad food! Rikka mighty son of storms!" Rikka finally calms when the owl speaks, and once more settles onto his haunches, but the presence of so many predators is clearly making him nervous. Sparks are playing around the tip of his tail...
Yeah, probably best if we don't go all 'cats vs dogs' in here. :DBetter cats versus dogs than random acts of rodent oppression. Amen, brother. Rodent rights! raises small furry fist in the air
Probably a bit late to ask, but what does Challenge mean?
Smelling the human, Rikka does what any self-respecting squirrel does when confronted by a human: he freaks out. He puffs his tail and begins to race around the clearing, chittering as loud as he can. When the human speaks, Rikka pauses. He sniffs the air, watching the Cat almost agree. Rikka sits up on his haunches. "Rikka is Rikka's master. Rikka does what Rikka wants. Rikka chooses to serve."
"Birds! Pbbbst. Rikka no like featherheads. Not fair stupid stupid birds get fly, Rikka no fly. Not fair. Stupid stupid!" The squirrel spits slightly at the mention of birds, but still looks somewhat longingly at the sky...
Rikka's fur lowers slightly, but he continues bouncing about, chittering. "Cat! Wicked claws and climbing cat! Rikka not afraid! Mighty Rikka, son of storms! See you, cat! See you!" His honor and sense of drama fulfilled, Rikka slowly edges toward the wolf and cat, keeping his tail high and his head low, watching them both closely for signs of aggression. Finally, seeing no agression and hearing the rat's words, Rikka calms visibly. He sits on his haunches and stares intently at the cat. Wolves were silly creatures, all bluster and teeth, but they could not climb. CATS, on the other hand, were dangerous killers who must be watched at all times. Couldn't trust a cat, that's what the elders said and Rikka heard probably about a third of what they said, but that was definitely one of their sayings.. Or maybe it was couldn't trust a rat? Or a bat? Or a bear? Oh well, their sayings were silly anyway. Rikka stared at the cat, allowing small sparks to play around his whiskers. "Rikka bad taste, cat. Rikka make cat belly very sad. POP!" With this, Rikka leaps into the air and comes down all fluffed up, on all four paws, tail in the air and puffed up to full. He then abruptly goes calm, and begins grooming the fur on his cheeks, perfectly naturally. "Where Izbahn?"
Rikka pauses in his electrical revelry. In rodent, "Yep, yep, yep! Called and summoned and ready to serve. You?" When the scarred wolf enters the clearing, Rikka chitters loudly and fluffs his tail. 'I am big! I am too big to eat!' his fur says. In the common tongue, he calls out, "Too big to eat, wolf! Many many shocks! Bad taste in wolf-mouth! Not Izbahn! Is Rikka, mighty mighty tree-climber, mighty mighty son of storms!" The insane looking squirrel begins to bounce about in place, odd electrical sparks coming off his fur, which is now standing straight up. "Mighty, mighty! Not afraid of scarred tooth-wolf! Mighty, mighty!"
Rikka gnaws upon the nut he is currently devouring. The overwhealming urge to gather his food for the winter ignored, he re-reads the missive. To serve or to stand by and let evil prevail? Rikka was not a wise squirrel, but to allow evil to spread was to be subject to its whims. And if there was one thing Rikka could not stand above all else, it was being subject to someone else's whims. His own whims, on the other hand, were his master. And his whims frequently involved destruction. Which was frowned upon by the elders. But in war? Things burned in war... So with a spring to his bounce, Rikka came to the clearing. He was a silver squirrel with odd blue eyes. At the moment he was sitting in the middle of the clearing, casting tiny lightning bolts around the clearing, squeaking with delight when they struck a target.
PIKA!!! CHEW!!!
Still sparkin'.
Okay, here is Rikka, ready for action. |