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Post by Slytherclaw on Jan 9, 2016 19:37:22 GMT
It's been three days since Gangrel first awoke in this strange place, and he wakes up on the fourth day with the bright morning sun shining into his eyes. The clearing he's found for his self is small, covered in trees that smell sweet and are covered in a sticky syrup. The ground is covered in rocks and branches that dig into his back, but it's the one place he's found that has enough room for him to really stretch out on the ground without one of the strange animals of this world appearing and getting upset with his presence. The day he arrived, he was so weak she could barely stand, feeling like something had been ripped from his chest. It's taken these past two days before the aches have faded, and this is the first time he's woken up feeling like he has enough energy to actually try...doing /something/ besides figuring out the strange differences in this body of his, and meeting the strange pokemon that has refused to leave his side. The black book rests on the ground beside him when he sits up, though he doesn't recall having placed it there--but this, too, is something he's starting to get used to... Around him, he can hear the soft sounds of the forest--chirps and growls and cries of the animals--no, pokemon--that live here. It's day four, and the weather is clear, and Gangrel is ready to explore. [Start us out with a Perception roll, please.]
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Post by madgenius on Jan 9, 2016 22:39:23 GMT
Gangrel slowly rolls over onto his side, then onto his belly, making muffled groans as his muscles protested the movement. Ignoring the aches, he rises to his hands and knees, and then, finally, onto his feet, his spine making so many cracks on his way up that it may have well been a kettle full of popping corn. He raises his arms into the air, stretching them out to their limits, and then slowly and mindfully began testing the ranges of his joints, easing them out of their aches and limbering himself up. The symphony of grunts and groans that he emits while performing his stretching would probably have been hard to distinguish from wyvern grunting. This still did not dissuade the Inkay, which had not left Gangrel's side since he arrived at this place, from watching the entire spectacle. Gangrel shoots him a dirty look as he continued to limber up. "Oh, don't give me that look. If you had bones, you'd probably be doing this, too, if you had laid on the ground for four days!"His muscles sufficiently stretched, and the aches slowly receding from his bones, Gangrel takes a deep breath, clearing his mind. The sticky sweet scent on the air was calming, reminding him of when he would sometimes have myrrh incense burned in the palace back home. Gangrel takes a moment to get a good look at his surroundings, as it was difficult to look around while lying on the ground. Perception: nJctUDhM2d6 2d6
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Post by Slytherclaw on Jan 10, 2016 4:43:30 GMT
As Gangrel looks around, his attention is caught by something that isn't quite...right. He's been here for four days, certainly long enough to get a good feel for this pitiful little clearing, and something is different about the ground on the other side of the large rock As he approaches, he notices that the grass is torn up, as if it had been disturbed. Had...had something been digging near him while he slept? Had he not even noticed? jgUMyME83d6 - Inkay's Perception As Gangrel is noticing this strange development, however, his pokemon seems to be staring up at a tree not far away. The Inkay doesn't so much as blink as it squints up at what Gangrel notices, as he follows its gaze, seems to be some manner of pink bird sitting on an upper branch. He...thinks it's a bird, anyway? Or whatever the equivalent is in this strange world. It seems to be watching him curiously, wings tucked in to its sides. He sniffs and is sure he can almost make out a faint scent of ...cinnamon? 3d6
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Post by madgenius on Jan 10, 2016 21:51:54 GMT
Gangrel gave the strange bird only the barest bit of attention after noticing it, before peering back down at the disturbed patch of earth. The bird creature, although certainly fantastical compared to the kind he was used to, wasn't the first of the storybook creatures he had encountered in his half-delirium of the previous few days. Gangrel knew these creatures as "Pokemon", something the black book that had come into his possession had described, albeit not in very great detail. The plot of dirt was more intriguing to him, at the moment. Back in Plegia, there were a species of burrowing owl that made little holes in the earth, laid their eggs into them, and then covered them up until they were close to hatching. Plegians would sometimes go and dig these eggs up, and serve them as a regional specialty. It was a long shot, but Gangrel was still a little woozy and not entirely thinking straight, and hunger was starting to gnaw at his stomach. Gangrel wasn't looking forward to another frugal meal of whatever moss and leaves he had left, and eggs were starting to sound real good... As Gangrel began to scrape away at the ground with his hands, he wondered exactly how he would cook them. There was plenty of wood around, but he hadn't any way of starting a fire, nor did he have anything to cook the eggs in. After pondering for a moment, he shrugged the thought away. He'd cross that bridge when he got there. Athletics: hMobNlTM2d6 2d6
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Post by Slytherclaw on Jan 10, 2016 22:07:55 GMT
Gangrel, in his excitement for eggs, takes barely ten minutes to pull...uh. A box that is most certainly not eggs from the ground, that's for sure. It's a black, shiny box with no discernible opening and lots of silver etchings. The outline of a hand is visible on a single side, the only etching that isn't a square mark of some kind. It's a foot in every direction, far too light to be made out of any sort of metal that Gangrel recognizes...and is still, 100%, absolutely not even a little made up of delicious, tasty owl eggs.
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Post by madgenius on Jan 10, 2016 22:50:34 GMT
Gangrel was completely perplexed. A box? Buried in the ground? Out here in the middle of (what he assumed) nowhere? And right next to where he had been resting? Not to mention the strange markings on the box's sides. Gangrel had seen many bizarre things in his life, but this was pretty high up on his list, nonetheless. It was so bizarre, in fact, that there was no way it could have been a coincidence...
Gangrel kept that in mind as he searched for a way to open the box. From what he could tell, there wasn't any obviously visible latch of any kind...
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Post by Slytherclaw on Jan 10, 2016 23:18:52 GMT
There doesn't seem to be any sort of latch at all that Gangrel can find, and tracing the etchings mostly just serves to dig the dirt out of the groves, making the box gleam even brighter. Still, as one of his fingers brushes up against the hand outline, there is a slight response--a pale glow that starts up around where he's touching only to fade slowly until he touches it again, where it repeats.
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Post by madgenius on Jan 11, 2016 3:44:21 GMT
Gangrel, mentally smacking himself on the forehead for not figuring that one out as soon as he saw it, placed his hand over the similarly shaped outline in the box. Clearly, he was more woozy that he thought...
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Post by Slytherclaw on Jan 12, 2016 2:30:12 GMT
Gangrel finds that his hand fits perfectly in the center of the the marking, each of his fingertips barely pressing against the circles when the engravings begin to light up, spreading from that center point. If he attempts to pull away, he finds that his hand seems to be stuck to the box, which seems...significantly heavier. It barely budgets if he pulls away. As the engravings finish lighting up, some of the etchings seem to shift on the box and there's a soft *click*. The box begins to...dissolve is perhaps the best word, the materal melting away under Gangrel's hand to reveal a small pile of...stuff. There doesn't seem to be any trace of the original box at all, even under the various items that it has been replaced by. The mysterious pile of things contains four neatly tied parchment scrolls, two jars, one large and full of some sort of greenery and one small with some sort of orangeish paste, and a small box with hinges, not unlike what Gangrel might expect a ring to be displayed in. Two of the scrolls are tied with a red ribbon, one is tied with a yellow ribbon, and the fourth is significantly smaller and tied only with a piece of string. The larger scrolls seem to have a series of intricate runes on them that make his head hurt to look at, not dissimilar from the etchings that were on the box, in fact. The smaller scroll has symbols much more in line with those he's seen in the black book--or she thinks, anyway, because when he next blinks, he's staring at a simple paragraph written in an almost perfect standard english font of some kind. It doesn't say much, and probably raises more questions than it answers, but seems to speak of using the other scrolls to 'capture' the essence of pokemon. It reads...very much like an instruction guide. The larger jar, when opened, smells strongly of herbs and medicine, not unlike the creams that Gram-Gram used to use on him when he burned his hand on the fire. The smaller jar smells...weirdly sour and gross to him, but the little squid beast stares at it intently when he opens the jar to sniff at it. The box swings open to reveal a shiny, smooth glowing green stone...it's very warm to the touch, in fact. Gangrel has found a hidden cache! But who buried this? How did they do it without him noticing in the night? And, perhaps most importantly....why? He obtains: - 2 Basic Scrolls
- 1 Great Scroll
- 1 Myserious Scroll of Instruction
- 1 Collection Jar
- 600 points of Medicine scrap
- 1 Baby Food
- 1 Revive Stone
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Post by madgenius on Jan 13, 2016 0:59:50 GMT
Gangrel is now utterly mystified at this point. What kind of madman buries a random, dissolving box out in the middle of nowhere like this, and loads it full of goodies?! Not that he was complaining. Free stuff is free stuff, even if none of it is food. As he thought of food, his stomach rumbled and burbled, and he longed even more for the owl eggs that never were. As curious as he was to see if the scrolls actually functioned, his hunger came first. Getting up off of his hands and knees, he places the assortment of loot on top of the nearby boulder, where what little other supplies he had had also been placed. Picking up his Levin Sword, he affixed the scabbard back onto his belt, and replaced his goldwire crown back onto it's rightful place on his head. Why the Ylissian prince hadn't taken it from him after he was defeated was completely beyond Gangrel, but he wasn't complaining. Crowns could be useful things, sometimes. He turned to face the sweetly scented bird in the nearby tree. "You! You stay right where you are, bird-creature!" he shouted imperiously at it. "I will be off for a little while to procure a more wholesome breakfast that a pitiful handful of moss, and then I shall test to see if these scrolls still work! And for that, you will be needed."Gangrel, satisfied that his point had come across (assuming the pink bird could understand him), strode off into the trees on the opposite end of the clearing, and began searching for anything more edible than tasteless moss. His eyes wandered from up into the trees to down into the undergrowth, as he hadn't any idea what to look for in particular. He didn't venture far from his clearing, being somewhat concerned with getting lost (not that he wasn't already lost, as he thought about it), instead choosing to go in a circular path around the perimeter of the camp. Inkay floated along behind him, still as vapid and completely unendearing as ever. Survival: cE_zi7832d6 2d6
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Post by Slytherclaw on Jan 13, 2016 3:04:36 GMT
Gangrel wanders off on his own, seeking out food. He finds a few picked over berry bushes, enough for a good few handfuls he can carry in his pockets. The real gem, though, is a walnut tree around ten minutes away from his clearing. He collects the ripe fallen ones. It's not a lot, but he at least manages a decent sized meal of some kind. Gangrel gains 540 points of food scrap. When he returns, Gangrel finds that the pink bird has apparently taken his words to heart--or at least, it's certainly still present and currently rummaging in his pile of goodies. The jar of orange paste has rolled away from most of the rest as the bird pecks at the edge, shrieking its rage at its inability to open the jar. It scowls at Gangrel as he appears, flapping its wings in frustration, and pecks once more with an audible click.
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Post by madgenius on Jan 13, 2016 20:55:41 GMT
"What? Why you little- how dare you do that, you brat!"Gangrel approaches the bird, chasing it away from his scattered belongings. "Go on! Shoo! Get away from those! They're mine! Find your own!" he shouts, making a shooing motion with his hands, forcefully shoving the creature out of the way if it stays put. As he snatches up the jar, an idea suddenly forms in his head, and he picks up one of the Capture Scrolls in his other hand. Turning to where the bird now sat, he held up the two items. "I'll tell you what. I'll make you a deal, bird. You can have this... whatever it is." Gangrel says, eyeing the jar in question. "You may have all of it, and I'll even open it for you, benevolent man that I am. However, you must do something for me in return. You must let me try out this Capture Scroll on you, and, if it works, you must allow it to completely capture you. Do we have a deal?"
Gangrel wondered if the pink bird could even understand him, or understand the concept of a trade. He supposed that, if the bird didn't get it, he could catch it off guard while it consumed the orange paste, and try and capture it, then. In fact, that particular plan sounded deliciously underhanded, and Gangrel wondered if he should just do that, regardless of what the bird did. With those thoughts going through his head, he unscrewed the lid to the jar, and placed it on the ground in front of him. He then waited to see how the bird creature would react. I dunno, there might be a Guile roll needed in here, or something. I'll roll one just in case, to save time. eulozZp94d6 4d6
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Post by Slytherclaw on Jan 14, 2016 1:23:40 GMT
The bird flings itself backwards at Gangrel's shriek and flailing, taking to the air and shrieking just as loudly as it flies in tight circles above his head. It seems to be glaring at Gangrel--in so much as a bird can glare, really. At Gangrel's sudden about face, it squints at him and lands a few feet away on the ground watching him closely. When he opens the jar, it's attention is immediately diverted and it hops forward a meter without even seeming to consider it--before it pauses and stares at Gangrel closely for a few long moments.
SODrIZqM3d6 Intuition Opposed!
Finally it shrieks once more and hops forward, throwing itself at the jar of orange slime with a desperate enthusiasm. It's beak is immediately within the jar as it loudly starts scarfing down the paste with small noises of glee. Whether it agreed to Gangrel's trade or not is questionable, but it doesn't seem to pay him any mind with its new treat in wing.3d6
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Post by madgenius on Jan 14, 2016 2:44:07 GMT
Gangrel, pleased that at least this bit of his plan worked, promptly dropped the scroll on the bird's head, a smug grin on his face. The smug grin quicky faded when he realized he was being smug because he outsmarted a bird. "I've really got to find some people to interact with. Four days is all it takes for me to go loony" he thought to himself. DA ACCURACY ROLL: h1pdRxKH1d20 DA CAPTCHA ROLL(which will probably fail, but Gangrel don't know that, the ignoramus): 1d100 1d20·1d100
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Post by Slytherclaw on Jan 15, 2016 0:56:57 GMT
The bird squawks at the scroll that smalls into its head and turns to glare at Gangrel, smacking its beak where orange goo is dripping.The scroll lands beside it--and immediately begins to shift, the ribbons whipping around the bird and the scroll following. the bird starts to flap angrily before stopping and watching Gangrel with an almost...sulky expression, really, as it stays still and allows the scroll to wrap it up. Moments later, Gangrel stares at a simple piece of parchment on the ground with an image of the pink bird slumbering on it, after watching the scroll bind it up and start shrinking and glowing.
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Post by madgenius on Jan 16, 2016 5:20:19 GMT
"Well, now. I didn't actually expect that to work..." Gangrel said, stroking his chin. "I guess whoever buried that box wasn't a phony, after all. But... now what?" He picks up the sheet of paper off of the ground, and gives it a once-over. Other than the picture, there wasn't any further instructions, or any writing at all. Gangrel shrugged, figuring he could figure it out after he fed himself, before heading back over to The Boulder, as he now considered it. He reorders all of his things that the bird had upset, and, so that it didn't blow away from some errant gust of wind, he slipped the paper into the black book, like a page marker. He was briefly surprised at the books reaction, and to the accompanying stinging sensation on his buttocks. He swatted at the stinging, thinking he may have been bitten by some kind of insect. Once again, he was surprised, this time by the pink bird appearing from the stinging spot on his rear in a flash of energy. Gangrel could only stare in stupified shock as the Spritzee (as his brief glance into the book after the page had been absorbed had been revealed to him) regained his bearings and squawked at him... until he burst into an uproar of laughter. He laughed so hard he had to hold his belly and lean against the boulder in order to keep from falling down. Spritzee glared indignantly at him, giving as close to a "Hmph!" as her avian vocal chords allowed, before fluttering off to do her own thing out in the woods. Gangrel recovered from his laughing fit, wiping tears of mirth from the corners of his eyelids. Having nothing else immediately pressing, sits down and begins eating his assortment of nuts and berries, with surprising gusto for someone used to food fit for royalty. The thought of his newest creature companion springing from his rear every time he slapped it kept creeping into his mind, making him burst into half-choking laughter a few times during his meal. ____________________________________________________________________________________________ Having finished all of what he had gathered, Gangrel pondered his next move. He figured the sooner he found some sort of civilization, the better. Of course, he hadn't the faintest idea what the surrounding area looked like. The immediate area in his little clearing was just about as flat as could be, and The Boulder wasn't anywhere close to tall enough to enable him to see above the treeline. Gangrel figured if he wanted to get a good idea of what was around him, he'd have to climb one of the trees, which was not something he particularly wanted to do. He went about the perimeter of his clearing, looking for a tree that was tall but had plenty of thick branches that he could climb. As he laboured to his way up, Inkay casually floated beside him, rising as he did, continually fixing him with his dopey smile. Gangrel shot him a few dirty looks as he climbed. Athletics (for climbing the tree): 6G2hG9r72d6
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Post by Slytherclaw on Jan 16, 2016 18:21:21 GMT
The moment Gangrel touches the black book, it begins to flip on its own, until it opens to a page seemingly at random. The image of the pink bird begins to form on the sheet, as well as information regarding it. In the meantime, the sheet of parchment seems to vanish--and Gangrel feels his skin burn as a new mark appears on it.. Gangrel has captured a pokemon! +5 TXP for your first successful pokemon capture! Your new pokemon has joined your team. You gain a marking, and it's information can be found in the pokedex. Where does the tattoo appear, and what form does it take?
Species: Spritzee Gender: Female Level: 5 Nature: Docile Ability: Healer Loyalty: 2 Known Moves: Sweet Scent, Fairy Wind, Captivate Traits: This pokemon has a very bossy personality. It doesn't seem easily impressed. Abnormality: This pokemon has a novice command rank! It's very good at shrieking at people until they figure out what it wants and do it just to make it stop.
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Post by Slytherclaw on Jan 19, 2016 1:59:07 GMT
Gangrel struggles up the tree. He has a few close calls, admittedly, but manages to get pretty high before he has to stop, panting. As he hangs there and works to catch his breath, he gets a chance to look around--his head just clears the top of the trees. Based on the position of the sun...hmmmm. There's cliffs that rise to the south and east of him, looking like a few hours walk. The sheer cliff face blocks his vision in those directions. The trees in the far distance also seem to come to an end to the north-west--it's too far away to see if there's something else, of the land just dips down and the trees are blocked, or anything beyond there being some sort of gap in the tree line. Most of everything else just looks like huge swarths of tree canopy.
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Post by madgenius on Jan 23, 2016 0:13:00 GMT
Gangrel, still panting, frustratingly plucks a twig from the tree and tosses it away. Nothing. Nothing but trees and cliffs. Gangrel begins the process of climbing down the tree, scratching himself on twigs and branches on his way down. When he reached the bottom, he gave Inkay a nasty look. "Alright, you overgrown kalamari. We're heading off. I need to find people before I really go insane."Gangrel went to gather up his handful of belongings, before realizing that he had no way to carry them. He had no haversack, and his pockets were not deep or big enough to hold everything... After pondering for a little while, Gangrel went up to one of the nearby trees, selecting a branch that was low enough to reach, sturdy, and narrow enough to hold comfortably. At first, he tried to break it off with his bare hands, but the branch held firm, and he was forced to hack away at it with his Levin sword before he could take it away. He then removed his cape. It saddened him that he had to devote such a fine looking garment to such a base task, but he had no other choice, in his present circumstances. He spread the cape flat, then piled all of his things into a small heap in the middle. Taking the four corners of his cape, he tied them around the end of the branch he had cut off the tree, making something similar to what he had occasionally seen Plegian tramps and beggars carrying. He slung his makeshift pack over his shoulder, and then made his way through the woods, calling for the Spritzee to follow him. His direction of travel was towards the cliffs to the south. Having little to base any particular direction of travel on, he largely chose at random. He eats the remainder of his gathered food as he travels. He also pays particular attention for any signs or sounds of water, as he realized he didn't have any water supply. Gangrel wasn't exactly survival savvy, but even the thickest person knows that water is a necessity when being on the move. Perception (If needed): Xtom6I422d6 2d6
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Post by Slytherclaw on Jan 23, 2016 3:16:54 GMT
Gangrel doesn't find much of a water supply in the short hour or so it takes him to make it to the cliff. He's distracted with grandiose thoughts, no doubt, because he doesn't actually notice much of anything in the travel. As he reaches the cliff's face, it occurs to him that he can't actually remember much from the past hour...but no matter. The trees thin as he approaches, the ground going from spongy leaves and grasses to rocky mud and bare dirt. The cliff itself is steep and dusty, and the mud under his feet seems to be developing from a damp trickle down its face--not a lot, and hard to really get to, but /something/ to drink, which is always a bonus. Looking up, Gangrel can't say exactly how tall the cliff is. He can't see the top as he looks up, though. Several large boulders sit at the base of the cliff as well, scattered in the dirt.
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