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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2020 7:35 pm
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Wher name: Mezask Wher Colour: Green Wher Height: 6'5'' Wher Build: Muscular Wher Markings: Blaze (30%), Saddle (40%), Thylacine (20%), Points (60%) Mezask's Stats Hit points: 5 Strength: 6 Stamina: 6 Speed: 4 Dexterity: 4
The rest of her pack had run. Those that desired to anyway. They had chosen their mates for various reasons. Strength. Speed. Charm. Persistence. Different packsisters chose different features. Enjoying their own runs was important, but meanwhile Mezask had been gathering her own information. Noting the winners. The regular contenders. Unlike the others her run had a singular purpose. She would clutch. For the first time in turns the Weyr would have eggs of their own. With that in mind she had to choose the best mate. They couldn't be a strong brute, not a fast weakling. Mezask intended to test all of their abilities to determine the most suitable male to father her clutch.
Walking out of the barracks Mezask gave a thunderous roar. The sound echoed out across the mountains, and it was likely that several Weyr occupants were happy that this was the last night that their sleep would be disrupted by amorous whers. Her first summon made Mezask swiftly trotted from the Weyr. They should be able to feel it by now, the gathered males. So many of her pack had run. They surely had to sense that this was the final showing. From tomorrow they would all be chased from her territory. Some of her pack would likely start on the losers tonight. Those first to drop out and near enough that her packsisters could sniff them out. Her sisters were competent, Mezask trusted them with the task while she was otherwise occupied.
Once out of the Weyr she cast her eyes around at the rocky terrain. The Weyr was no place for this. With it's smooth ground and well-worn trails. For this Mezask needed to test even the most resolute of her suitors. A short echoing bark and the green began to head up the mountain. Their first trail would be to even reach where she intended to hold her contest. There would be no straight dashes or gentle slopes in this. For over thirty turns Mezask had patrolled these mountains. Every cave, every chasm, every loose cliff was memorised. All of the harshest aspects of her home would be pit against these strangers.
Only when she had climbed high enough did Mezask stop. Looking back she could see the Weyr in the distance, and the rocky mountainside where most of her suitors approached from. The ledge on which she stood wasn't big enough for two, but the dry gulch below allowed ample space for the males to gather. Another powerful bellow was the final summons she would give. Perhaps others would join later, but they were not her concern for now. The time was near, a choice had to be made.
Rules - NPCs and PCs of all colours welcome - Fort whers, visiting whers, even wild whers welcome - This run will determine the father of the next wher clutch. - Males start with +1 point for each previous run they took part in and +5 if they won. - Each player may enter a maximum of three competitors - Late entrants welcome
Gameplay - Five rounds (There might be more if there's a tie at the end of round five) - Each wher gets 20 points to split between Strength, Stamina, Speed, Dexterity and hit points. (Mezask has 25 points to reflect her dominance) - Hit points determine how much damage your wher can take in this run. Up to you whether a 0 means they're too hurt to go on, or it just got too rough for them to want to continue. - Each round a stat will be chosen. Mezask will roll a number of 4-sided dice equal to that stat. Males will also roll. They get points if their roll is higher than Mezask's. - Each round lasts approximately 24 hours or until all competitors have taken part. You're free to post each round until Mezask has posted. - Posts without rp won't be counted. - If you miss a roll you will be awarded a zero, but are welcome to compete next round.
Entry Form:
[b]Wher name:[/b] [b]Wher Colour:[/b] [b]Wher Height:[/b] [b]Wher Build:[/b] [b]Wher Markings:[/b] [b]Wher Stats[/b] Hit points: Strength: Stamina: Speed: Dexterity:
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2020 10:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2020 8:36 am
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Wher name: Herosk Wher Colour: Brown Wher Height: Tall for a brown but not huge Wher Build: Very broad and muscular Wher Markings: (incoming)
Wher Stats Hit points: 6 Strength: 5 Stamina: 5 Speed: 2 Dexterity: 2
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Herosk was riled up, he was very ready, he didn't like losing, especially when he lost his last chase to, not only a blue, but a horrible WILD one at that. He snarled as he thought about it. When Mezask roared, he was more than ready and he roared back, both a reply to her and a challenge/warning to the other gathered males to not get in his way.
Unlike the last run, he was prepared this time, totally ready and on his feet the moment she moved away from the weyr with a sharp bark, he followed, respectfully as the chase hadn't started yet, carefully he picked his way, snapping if another male got too close, as they gathered below the green, he'd show her just what he was made of, no distractions this time.
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The_Muffin_Puppy rolled 4 4-sided dice:
3, 4, 1, 3
Total: 11 (4-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2020 7:19 pm
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Mezask's Stats Hit points: 5 Strength: 6 Stamina: 6 Speed: 4 Dexterity: 4
Males gathered and Mezask remained above them. Watching carefully as they gathered. Some already trying to curry her favour with displays of strength, posing, or trying to intimidate the competition. She gave them each their due consideration, so much as she saw it anyway. A variety of males had gathered to be judged by her. Mezask knew this was because many had been brought by their handlers, a wild run wouldn't summon this many males into her territory. Her pack had more choice than most would ever be allowed, and she intended to make as much use of this as possible.
Digging her claws into the stone beneath her Mezask bellowed to gather their attention. It was time. If they wanted to prove themselves then they needed to do so now. There would be no more chances. How they performed tonight would be how they were measured. Were they up to the task? Broadcasting her intentions Mezask made her feelings clear. Only one could stand above the others. Through muscle, teeth, or claw, they needed to make themselves number one in her eyes. Be the only one she would acknowledge. Mezask would only allow the best to join her.
Snarling she leapt from her ledge and bolted across the rocky terrain. It was relatively flat in comparison to where she could take them. For now she knew none would be stupid enough to try and grab her prematurely. She had more than enough strength to fight them off and her other suitors would likely rip him apart. Now this stretch favoured speed, and those ambitious enough to use the terrain to their advantage. The gulch forced the herd together. Forced the males into close proximity. They were as much a trial for each other as the terrain. Her packsisters had kept their run mostly bloodless. Mezask had no compunction about inciting their aggressive tenancies. Her eggs need to be strong enough to endure, smart enough to survive, and brave enough to fight.
Round 1: Opening Sprint Roll Speed
Optional: You may declare one attack per round in addition to your round roll. You can respond as many times as necessary. Roll to Attack 1. Declare your target in bold 2. Roll Strength 3. This is your attack damage
Respond 1. Defend or dodge Defend - Roll strength Dodge - Roll dexterity 2. Subtract roll total from attack damage. 3. Subtract remainder from hit points.
Successfully landing a hit scores +2 Completely deflecting a hit scores +2 Reducing a suitor to 0 hit points and knocking them out of the run scores +5
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TawnyAngel rolled 5 4-sided dice:
2, 2, 1, 3, 2
Total: 10 (5-20)
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2020 7:32 pm
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Wher name: CrackFang Wher Colour: Blue Wher Height: 5'6" Wher Build: Lean Wher Markings: Very faint faded socks and blaze Wher Stats Hit points: 4 Strength: 2 Stamina: 5 Speed: 5 Dexterity: 4
Fresh from his second victory this season of runs CrackFang raised his head and bellowed a throaty reply to the Matriarch's call. There she was, climbing up on high, and he climbed after her with quick movements and glittering violet eyes. She was the strongest of them, the greatest of them, and if he wanted her to choose him he would have to put all of his hearts into the chase!
As he drew near CrackFang realised that she was not inviting them to stand level with her, no there was a place bellow for them to gather and wait and watch. Here there were males he knew and males he did not know; he spared a glance and a snort for the brown who had contended with him in the last run, a longtime rival for many things, but most of his attention remained on the green above them.
And now it was time, the green barked her final call and her mind touched theirs and then - then she was away! CrackFang bugled elation, desire, and challenge all in one and sprang away in pursuit along the narrow gully.
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Earisa rolled 3 4-sided dice:
4, 1, 2
Total: 7 (3-12)
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2020 7:50 pm
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The_Muffin_Puppy rolled 13 4-sided dice:
1, 3, 1, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 3, 2, 4, 3, 3
Total: 31 (13-52)
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2020 7:50 pm
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Earisa rolled 6 4-sided dice:
1, 4, 2, 1, 3, 1
Total: 12 (6-24)
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Eos Galvus rolled 6 4-sided dice:
4, 3, 1, 4, 4, 2
Total: 18 (6-24)
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2020 9:35 pm
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:Wher name: Terrask Wher Colour: Wher Height: Brown Wher Build: Big, bad, burly -- DEATH IS COMING. Wher Markings: Faint back splotches like a diamondback rattlesnake, some other nice markings. True mutt. Wher Stats Hit points: 5 Strength: 5 Stamina: 4 Speed: 3 Dexterity: 3
There was a roar, and the sound of heavy steps that announced Terrask's arrival. While not one to chase often, it deemed the dominant female had enticed the hunter from laszing by his handler -- and the cries of challenge were no small threat as the giant of a brown stormed the scene, all theeth and lashing tail as he made foir the field. He was unintimidated by his competition, unflustered by their prowess. Win or lose, Terrask meant to gun for greatness, and a loud cry made surte he broadcast it to the world, tail all alashing.
Terrask had come.
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TawnyAngel rolled 4 4-sided dice:
3, 3, 2, 2
Total: 10 (4-16)
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2020 11:16 am
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Sun Mar 15, 2020 11:28 am
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TawnyAngel rolled 6 4-sided dice:
1, 2, 1, 2, 2, 2
Total: 10 (6-24)
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The_Muffin_Puppy rolled 5 4-sided dice:
4, 2, 2, 3, 4
Total: 15 (5-20)
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The_Muffin_Puppy rolled 5 4-sided dice:
1, 2, 1, 3, 4
Total: 11 (5-20)
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