One algae-green eye opens wide. Slarrow grumbles and chirps groggily, shifting, rolling onto his back, struggling to right himself, and finally reluctantly getting to his feet. Some daisies, recently cut by Vakkler's newest lawncare apparatus, have gotten stuck to his back, but he doesn't notice. It's too hot and sunny to keep napping out here, too much for an animal evolved to survive dark, chilly caverns.
The pygmy slurk begins hopping back towards the nice, cool indoors, hoping to find someplace more comfortable to nap.
A slimy little pygmy slurk hops into Headmaster Ryu's office and leaps onto his desk. There is a note tied to its leg. It begins chewing on important-looking papers, getting noxious slime all over.
When The Note is Read (could be a while):
Any OOC text has been crossed out.
Honorable Headmaster,
Trust this letter finds you well. Expect there's little point even sending these, since you're likely reading my mind even now as Slarrow's never been the punctual sort. Anyways, trust the school's doing fine, Jimin the Sunwake boy is staying out of trouble etc.
My efforts with the Dustscale tribe not going well. They blame Agarthians. Oddly been making big noise about school, which is half the reason I right write this. Say they have prophecy from cards. Something about dragons. Dustscale has always been eccentric in what they put up with, so wouldn't be surprised if some half-baked mage with a deck of playing cards isn't riling them up with some bit of fortunetelling.
Not sure if the Dustscales want to worship or burn you at the stake, but hopefully we'll be able to keep them calm.
Anyways know you really want to know when order will return to school. Not care about all this tribe nonsense. Probably think it'd be more convenient to [about a paragraph is completely blotted out here]
Anyways I will be coming back soon I hope. Don't let Slarrow eat any paper, he throws it right back up on the spot.
Finally, Michael spotted Saffire and groaned. That little drake was too brave for his own good.[/i]
Jaws clamped firmly on the metal dragon's tail, Saffire hung on for dear life as he was whipped back and forth, even when the air itself started attacking the metal monstrosity.
Slarrow stops croaking when he sees he's been noticed. He hops up onto Michael's shoulder. He doesn't understand what they're saying, or what's going on, but the tiny slurk is angry.
*Ribbit*
Slarrow hops off, pondering the pocket watch's appearance. Its size indicates another foe...but Slarrow senses that this creature is nothing like Ruji.
The slurk decides to avoid such strange creatures as he hops outside to watch the last of the quasits fly off toward the town, pursued by a furious pack of cave toads. At least three of the demons remain, and Slarrow's brethren lack the wits to leave the summoned ones alone.
Slarrow arrives at his destination: An iron grate the size of a small house, next to Vakkler's house. The tiny slurk undoes a latch and slips inside.
He has a mission.
Slarrow's actions aren't intended to be a deus ex machina, by the way. He'll take a while yet. They're intended to ensure Vakkler is avenged, should it prove necessary.
*Ribbit*
A slimy fanged frog enters the cafeteria. Snatching a piece of chicken from a surprised student, it hops towards Krays's table.
*Hippity-hop*
*Hippity-hop*
Slarrow leaps up onto the seat, and onto the table. It then notices the turtle.
*Hisssss!*
Slarrow approaches the newcomer tentatively, sniffing at it.
*Ribbit?*
*Ribbit*
*Looks at Fieri*
*Looks at H'Tor*
*Looks at Asch*
Alright.
1-2: Taron
3: Spin
4: Ephebe
5: H'Tor
6: Fieri
7: Wraith
9-10: One of the captives
11: Aananda
12: Where'd that cat thing go?
1d12 ⇒ 11
Hm. Maybe this was a bad idea.
Naaah.
Half-forgetting Vakkler's orders and disoriented by the acid fog, Slarrow launches a glob of slime at....Aananda.
Touch Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17
Typical entanglement. A full-round action and a DC 15 Strength check to break free. That prob'by misses anyway, but feel free to godmod even if it doesn't. :P
I didn't list Fei because I'm dumb and forgot. I didn't list Nasima because Slarrow likes Nasima. Krays and Asch are exempt because Slarrow's in the Hunt to fix things in their favor. Anybody else was ignored because I hate them.*
Unfortunately, Slarrow moved nearer while watching the talk with the ghost. The slurk emits a squeak of surprise as the fog hits. He seems injured, but still upright--albeit very confused.
I'm guessing Slarrow has around 10 HP. I should probably make stats for him at some point, seeing as I keep getting him involved in combat situations.
Slarrow hunkers down and fires another glob of slurk slime at his target.
Touch attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (20) + 8 = 28
If that hits, he's entangled. Stupid warforged with decent Dex....
ka
BAM!
Stealth: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (12) + 13 = 25
Slarrow creeps from the boulder, heading towards the newcomer. Can't remember how rules work, but anybody spotting Slarrow isn't denied a Dex bonus against any attacks he may be about to make.
Suddenly, a jet of sticky goo shoots out at the warforged.
Touch attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
If that hits, the fellow's entangled. He can use a full-round action to break free with a DC 15 Strength check.
PFSRD wrote:
An entangled creature moves at half speed, cannot run or charge, and takes a –2 penalty on all attack rolls and a –4 penalty to Dexterity. An entangled character who attempts to cast a spell must make a concentration check (DC 15 + spell level) or lose the spell.
"Looks like we've got some interesting competition, don't we? Spin is going to be interesting to watch. Have you picked the third member of our little group?"
Slarrow, unable to read and refusing to surrender his territory, leaps up and snaps at the tiger's closer wing. The gust of wind causes him to miss. A moment later, Ruji swats him away. The slurk goes flying out of the cafeteria.
This is kinda ceasing to be fun now that you've gone all out. :P
I mean, I get that he had no chance, but you seemed to steamroll the encounter. If Ruji has some special non-tigery tail attack, that seems like it should be made clear (instead of dropped in in the middle of a humorous combat).
Since it wouldn't fit Slarrow's personality to run, and you've gone elsewhere, I took a liberty with your character.
Slarrow hisses back a challenge. The slurk leaps at Ruji again. But this time, when the cat attempts to knock him away with its tail, Slarrow sinks his teeth into it.
What would go here? An attack roll? A grapple check? :P
Slarrow is sent flying into the wall. With lightning reflexes, the slurk springs off it, soaring straight by the tiger.
Slarrow snaps at Ruji as he passes him, landing on the other side. He jumps up again.
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (17) + 16 = 33
High in the air, the slurk dives towards his target, fangs bared.
Slarrow stares balefully. He croaks, and arches his back. Slime squirts out at the tiger, sticking and hardening instantly.
Touch Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Assuming that hits, Ruji is entangled.
There is a long silence in the rafters. No sign of Slarrow.
Ruji watches the dust cloud begin to disperse.
Suddenly...
*Ribbit*
Slarrow leaps out of the cloud, tackling the cat creature.
The rag leaps up to meet the flying cat. As it does so, it slips down a little, revealing Slarrow. The slurk grabs at the cat, trying to pull it down.
And so the Titan of the Sky faces off against the Titan of the Earth... Asch gets to do all the sound effects.
Ruji hisses in shock as the tiny slurk jumps for him, and brings all four sets of claws to bear in this mid-air grapple. His wings beat furiously as he rises up even higher. Soon they are both wrestling in the confines of the rafters...
Slarrow (being about the size of Ruji)is making it hard to stay in the air. The slurk croaks and holds onto the cat stubbornly.
Slarrow croaks in alarm. He hops to the door. Unfortunately, he's no way of opening it. Determined not to neglect his post, the slurk hops against the barrier repeatedly. He quickly gives up, and starts looking for food.
...
...crap. I'm the Normal Guy.
I mean, sure, Vakkler does have the whole 'nationalist magic hater' thing going for him, and he's got his crossbows, but those are pretty mundane compared to a time-traveling weredragon.
Yeah, yeah, total freak, I know...
Besides, someone has to be the normal guy...:)
I got no real problem with it, it's fun.
At least I have Slarrow, who is doubtless the most unique character in the game. :P
