New Year's Resolution #1:
"No more rides in Large air elementals".
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Behind Enemy Lines: The creature buried its nostrils in the still wet blood for quite some time. There were many scents, many but this one was particularly familiar – it belonged to the arcane orc-giant. A call from Vavonne Shear, roused the creature. Shear was a woman composed of pure-anger at the best of times, but due to recent circumstances perhaps even more so. Typically, she was most dangerous whenever she pretended to be in a good mood. “Does my precious pack-pet have the scent? Yes? He does? Such a good boy! You won’t disappoint me this time will you my pack-pet? No?” “Now go!” she commanded. The splicer beast did not hesitate. It burst from the golden tent, headed for the desert. “You two!” she continued, “Come here.” Two Asmodean monks answered Shear’s command instantly, kneeling deeply before her. The manybeast will track the escapees. If they hide in the desert, it will find them. The beast will be faster than you – you are too worthless. “Yes my priestess.” “You are to follow the beast’s tracks. When it finds the raiders, you then hunt and kill them. Simple enough?” “Yes my priestess.” “Each of you – now – give me an eyelash. This will make it easier for the insufferable wizard to scry upon your position. But do not expect us to send aid. The kill-task is yours alone.” Once Shear had her two lashes, she finished her dispatch. “Now go. My manybeast is already getting too far ahead of you.” “At once!” they answered in unison preparing to leave. Vavonne, however, stopped them just before they exited the Golden Tent. “Wait!” . . . What is it that you carry?” “Water my priestess,” the first monk answered pointing to his flask. Vavonne marched over to the pair and tore the flasks from the monks’ belts. “No water,” she said. “The next time you drink it will be the blood of your quarry or not at all. Now go.”
"Glorious!" "Soan! I want him for my special room!"
As her bones begin to separate, Vavonne tries not to reflect upon the irony of someone with her last name being slain by a force of wind. Instead she focuses on her training. If she can hone her fists to slay mystical demons, she just might be able to use them to destroy this creature. She waits for the right instant as he body flips into position and lashes out with all of her limbs forcing this creature to bend to her will - as all must inevitably do!
Her efforts are futile. She can no more harm this creature than she can defeat the air itself. (I didn't even get to applying Big-T's DR!) A moment later and it's all Vavonne can do to keep herself from blacking out. In the distance, a strange scar-covered, wolf-like creature hears the cries of its mistress and begins to tear away at the stake that tethers it to the earth.
The blistering burnt creature remained at the foot of its owner; pus oozed from its sand-encrusted wounds. “Awwwww,” she purred, “Did my little guy get hurt? Did some meanies try to burn him up?” The splicer beast nodded its head, happy to receive some sympathy at last but at the same time instinctively afraid. “C’mere, my many-one,” she said with a encouraging pat as she stroked it behind the ears. “Does my little guy want some healing potion? What’s that? Yes? You do? Yes you do!” The splicer beast began to bob its head in anticipation. But instead, she suddenly drove her index and forefingers into a tiny indent at the base of the creatures skull, finding a hidden cluster of nerves. A moment later the creature was frozen in place as every nerve in its body suddenly lit up with electricity. It wanted nothing more than to convulse into spasms but its body refused to respond. “Well I’m not wasting a potion on an incompetent beast that runs from a battle!” With a swift and powerful kick she rolled the creature on its back. “Now you sit there and think about what you did.” She reattached the creature’s chain, tethering it to a large spike anchored deep within the ground. Her punishment exacted, Vavonne strode from the room with purpose. She would have to find Master Soan. He would be completing his meditation shortly. He would need to hear this news. Someone or something was out in the desert wielding fire – something strong enough to chase off her pack pet. Her lips curled into a smile. Vavonne found the news exciting.
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