Event RP, DMed by Degu with Various Players
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Degu — 12/23/2020
The Winter Hunt:
Snow began to fall upon the forest to the west of the city before it started to reach out into the city itself. Those living in the forest had it the worst, the trees and ground frozen solid white. On the coldest night a beautiful, gigantic white stag stood atop a rocky cliff at the borders of the forest, staring down at the city, seemingly having slipped past the Faewatch despite its size.
Its fur shimmers like white ice, its horns are tall, frozen branches littered with frozen leaves. Pale empty eyes swirl with pearlescent colours. ”MORTALS! Come hear me!” His voice BOOMED across the city, likely much to the alarm of the guard and the faewatch.
A long time passed before it spoke ”I am Lord Sealgair (Shall-ah-garr) and I have come to propose a hunt. His voice seemed to light the air around him, a turning kaleidoscope of ice appearing about his head as he spoke for brief moments. ”A game…but with a worthy prize. Whichever of you can ‘kill’ me may ask a single favour of me -or- you may claim my ancient bow. You must hunt alone. Surprise me… You have two days, I shall be gone upon the third sunrise.” And with that he turned to walk away, disappearing easily among the snow caked trees.
DICE ROLL EVENT:
Roll 2d20. The first die is to track Lord Sealgair despite his trickery, the second is to kill Lord Sealgair. If you fail the first roll you cannot use the second roll at all and Seagair gets away. Please roll here and do not talk in this channel.
Rolls to beat:
Tracking: Must roll 15 or higher.
Killing: Must roll 20 or higher.
Rules:
- Maximum modifier allowed for this event is +2 for skilled hunter characters.
- One character per person allowed for this event.
- You can roll once every 4 hours.
- If no one manages to kill him, no one wins! Uh oh.
- If the first person to roll wins I will be very sad.
Rook — 12/23/2020
!roll 1d20
RPBot — 12/23/2020
@Rook rolled 5.
Degu — 12/23/2020
!roll 1d20
RPBot — 12/23/2020
@Degu rolled 3.
Coltara — 12/23/2020
!roll 1d20
RPBot — 12/23/2020
@Coltara rolled 15.
Ave — 12/23/2020
!roll 1d20
RPBot — 12/23/2020
@Ave rolled 17.
Ave — 12/23/2020
!roll 1d20+2
RPBot — 12/23/2020
@Ave rolled 10. (8, 2)
Rigby — 12/23/2020
!roll 1d20
RPBot — 12/23/2020
@Rigby rolled 1.
Emroidz — 12/23/2020
!roll 2d20
RPBot — 12/23/2020
@Emroidz rolled 13. (1 + 12 = 13)
Rook — 12/23/2020
!roll 1d20
RPBot — 12/23/2020
@Rook rolled 17.
Rook — 12/23/2020
!roll 1d20
RPBot — 12/23/2020
@Rook rolled 20.
Degu — 12/23/2020
CLOSED, GODDAMN.
Please tell me here which weapon she used!
Rook — 12/23/2020
Neeva would've used a standard bow!
Degu — 12/23/2020
Neeva finds the stag and manages to get a good angle on him before he realizes she's there. The beast rears up to turn and run but an arrow strikes true to his heart. An explosion of snow bursts around him and swirls about his body in a flurry. When it settles, he can be seen lying in the snow with ruby blood staining the perfect white sheets of ice beneath him. With two struggling breaths he finally succumbs to 'death' and his head goes limp to one side.
There's a moment of silence where one might wonder if they'd get anything at all with him DEAD but after a moment the flurry kicks up once more and swirls about. When it settles this time a laughter can be heard as a fair seelie lord stands before them with a playful smirl, silvery hair and white antlers. Icy blue eyes seem brimming with enjoyment as white, owl-like wings spread out from behind him "Well that went quickly! I'd be disappointed if I weren't so impressed."
In a flurry he's gone and then standing directly in front of her, hands on his hips. He's wearing white and silver furs across his shoulders with a quiver and bow strapped to his back "What boon is it you desire? Or perhaps tis a bow and not a boon you require?" he titters and reaches back to present his bow, a fantastical thing of a strange, clear white material like glass with branch like details with golden wire and leaves curled around the branches. The string seems to emit a faint glow of silver and the handle itself appears to be made of bone.
"My beautiful bow. She is made of moon glass and dragon bone and she has hunted many creatures large. Once a month you can call upon her to guide a single arrow to its target, though she may not always succeed she will try.... She is also very unpleasant to creatures of the moon, Nocturnal beasts, werewolves. especially"
Rook — 12/23/2020
Neeva hadn't expected to be the person who got a shot on the beast, but she followed her nose (it helped being a chimera of two predatory animals in her gene makeup). When the great stag went down, she held her bow at her side and kneeled down as she waited. What she was waiting for, she had no idea. Perhaps it had been a trick, perhaps some sort of expectation that he had hoped they wouldn't hunt him.
Nobody often asked to die, right?
However, he was back in a different form and she stood to stare up at him, tail curled behind her back. "Yes, it is good to be impressed by the best hunter here." The Chupakri replied with a nod of her head, dropping her bow to the side when he presented his and her pupils almost seemed to widen even with the rectangle shape they had taken over a month ago.
"Yes, I want bow." It was shiny and rare; like her, she felt to an extent. It deserved to be hers. Neeva held a clawed hand out expectantly, staring up at the Fae Lord. "Good, it means they will not steal it from me too."
Degu — 12/23/2020
"Modest, aren't we?" He chuckled.
When she said so boldly that she 'want bow' he offered it to her with a delighted smile "She is yours now. May she serve you well." As soon as she took it he would back away and retake the form of a stag, towering over her once more. "Before I go, please tell me your name."
Rook — 12/23/2020
Neeva accepted the bow as if she was taking something made of delicate, spun glass; perhaps on account that he mentioned part of its make. She didn't know what moon glass was, but still had some concern of how delicate it might be. She tugged at the bowstring, ran her fingers over the handle and looked back at the now-stag.
"I will take very good of i-her. It must have a lady's name, then." He referred to it as female, so she would too. "I am Neeva. I have no last name, it is just that." She replied, holding the bow at her side.
Degu — 12/23/2020
"Strike true, Neeva." And with that, he turns and walks between the trees, disappearing easily.
----FIN----
The Winter Hunt:
Snow began to fall upon the forest to the west of the city before it started to reach out into the city itself. Those living in the forest had it the worst, the trees and ground frozen solid white. On the coldest night a beautiful, gigantic white stag stood atop a rocky cliff at the borders of the forest, staring down at the city, seemingly having slipped past the Faewatch despite its size.
Its fur shimmers like white ice, its horns are tall, frozen branches littered with frozen leaves. Pale empty eyes swirl with pearlescent colours. ”MORTALS! Come hear me!” His voice BOOMED across the city, likely much to the alarm of the guard and the faewatch.
A long time passed before it spoke ”I am Lord Sealgair (Shall-ah-garr) and I have come to propose a hunt. His voice seemed to light the air around him, a turning kaleidoscope of ice appearing about his head as he spoke for brief moments. ”A game…but with a worthy prize. Whichever of you can ‘kill’ me may ask a single favour of me -or- you may claim my ancient bow. You must hunt alone. Surprise me… You have two days, I shall be gone upon the third sunrise.” And with that he turned to walk away, disappearing easily among the snow caked trees.
DICE ROLL EVENT:
Roll 2d20. The first die is to track Lord Sealgair despite his trickery, the second is to kill Lord Sealgair. If you fail the first roll you cannot use the second roll at all and Seagair gets away. Please roll here and do not talk in this channel.
Rolls to beat:
Tracking: Must roll 15 or higher.
Killing: Must roll 20 or higher.
Rules:
- Maximum modifier allowed for this event is +2 for skilled hunter characters.
- One character per person allowed for this event.
- You can roll once every 4 hours.
- If no one manages to kill him, no one wins! Uh oh.
- If the first person to roll wins I will be very sad.
Rook — 12/23/2020
!roll 1d20
RPBot — 12/23/2020
@Rook rolled 5.
Degu — 12/23/2020
!roll 1d20
RPBot — 12/23/2020
@Degu rolled 3.
Coltara — 12/23/2020
!roll 1d20
RPBot — 12/23/2020
@Coltara rolled 15.
Ave — 12/23/2020
!roll 1d20
RPBot — 12/23/2020
@Ave rolled 17.
Ave — 12/23/2020
!roll 1d20+2
RPBot — 12/23/2020
@Ave rolled 10. (8, 2)
Rigby — 12/23/2020
!roll 1d20
RPBot — 12/23/2020
@Rigby rolled 1.
Emroidz — 12/23/2020
!roll 2d20
RPBot — 12/23/2020
@Emroidz rolled 13. (1 + 12 = 13)
Rook — 12/23/2020
!roll 1d20
RPBot — 12/23/2020
@Rook rolled 17.
Rook — 12/23/2020
!roll 1d20
RPBot — 12/23/2020
@Rook rolled 20.
Degu — 12/23/2020
CLOSED, GODDAMN.
Please tell me here which weapon she used!
Rook — 12/23/2020
Neeva would've used a standard bow!
Degu — 12/23/2020
Neeva finds the stag and manages to get a good angle on him before he realizes she's there. The beast rears up to turn and run but an arrow strikes true to his heart. An explosion of snow bursts around him and swirls about his body in a flurry. When it settles, he can be seen lying in the snow with ruby blood staining the perfect white sheets of ice beneath him. With two struggling breaths he finally succumbs to 'death' and his head goes limp to one side.
There's a moment of silence where one might wonder if they'd get anything at all with him DEAD but after a moment the flurry kicks up once more and swirls about. When it settles this time a laughter can be heard as a fair seelie lord stands before them with a playful smirl, silvery hair and white antlers. Icy blue eyes seem brimming with enjoyment as white, owl-like wings spread out from behind him "Well that went quickly! I'd be disappointed if I weren't so impressed."
In a flurry he's gone and then standing directly in front of her, hands on his hips. He's wearing white and silver furs across his shoulders with a quiver and bow strapped to his back "What boon is it you desire? Or perhaps tis a bow and not a boon you require?" he titters and reaches back to present his bow, a fantastical thing of a strange, clear white material like glass with branch like details with golden wire and leaves curled around the branches. The string seems to emit a faint glow of silver and the handle itself appears to be made of bone.
"My beautiful bow. She is made of moon glass and dragon bone and she has hunted many creatures large. Once a month you can call upon her to guide a single arrow to its target, though she may not always succeed she will try.... She is also very unpleasant to creatures of the moon, Nocturnal beasts, werewolves. especially"
Rook — 12/23/2020
Neeva hadn't expected to be the person who got a shot on the beast, but she followed her nose (it helped being a chimera of two predatory animals in her gene makeup). When the great stag went down, she held her bow at her side and kneeled down as she waited. What she was waiting for, she had no idea. Perhaps it had been a trick, perhaps some sort of expectation that he had hoped they wouldn't hunt him.
Nobody often asked to die, right?
However, he was back in a different form and she stood to stare up at him, tail curled behind her back. "Yes, it is good to be impressed by the best hunter here." The Chupakri replied with a nod of her head, dropping her bow to the side when he presented his and her pupils almost seemed to widen even with the rectangle shape they had taken over a month ago.
"Yes, I want bow." It was shiny and rare; like her, she felt to an extent. It deserved to be hers. Neeva held a clawed hand out expectantly, staring up at the Fae Lord. "Good, it means they will not steal it from me too."
Degu — 12/23/2020
"Modest, aren't we?" He chuckled.
When she said so boldly that she 'want bow' he offered it to her with a delighted smile "She is yours now. May she serve you well." As soon as she took it he would back away and retake the form of a stag, towering over her once more. "Before I go, please tell me your name."
Rook — 12/23/2020
Neeva accepted the bow as if she was taking something made of delicate, spun glass; perhaps on account that he mentioned part of its make. She didn't know what moon glass was, but still had some concern of how delicate it might be. She tugged at the bowstring, ran her fingers over the handle and looked back at the now-stag.
"I will take very good of i-her. It must have a lady's name, then." He referred to it as female, so she would too. "I am Neeva. I have no last name, it is just that." She replied, holding the bow at her side.
Degu — 12/23/2020
"Strike true, Neeva." And with that, he turns and walks between the trees, disappearing easily.
----FIN----
