Nitendae’s beginning
You wake up with a start. Despite the small, warm grey kitten curled up beside you, you’re shivering with the cold and when you
attempt to sit up, horrible stabbing pains wrench through your stomach. Your
mouth is parched and your throat feels like sandpaper.
Through squinting, gritty eyes, you scan
the immediate area around you. An unsettling, fine white mist carpets the
ground and guessing from the bare trees surrounding you on all sides, it seems
like the end of the winter solstice.
Feeble beams of sunlight penetrate the
leafless forest canopy but offer scant warmth.
You’re grateful when you see your open
backpack close by. You crawl over the mossy ground to it and rummage through it
with stiff fingers. You’re frustrated however to find nothing but used
grease-paper wrappings and an empty water-skin within. All your rations already
consumed or lost.
That’s crazy; You always pack enough food
for the journey!
The little cat gazes with you and you sense
its concern for you.
It’s only then, when you collapse back onto
your grubby groundsheet, that you start to question where you are and how you
got there?
You mind seems as foggy as the forest floor
and you can’t seem to recall where exactly you are or how you got here. It even
takes you a few moments to recall your cat’s name… Cogitari!
How on Fissa, could you forget that?
As if you’d hurt its feelings, the little
grey cat uncurls itself, arches its back and wanders off into the thicket to
hunt.
Judging by the pangs of hunger and the dirt
ground into your leather armour, you’d estimate that you’ve been lost in these
woods for a while. Maybe weeks?
A Half-elf lost and starving in the woods?
An image of you wrestling over a mouse with
your cat, makes you bark out an ironic laugh but you instantly regret it as
your laugh turns into a hacking cough in your burning throat.
Your slightly upturned elven eyes widen in
fear.
Maybe you should have paid more attention
during your time at that snobbish, elven, tree-top school?
It seemed ridiculous at the time; a grown
man sitting at a tiny desk, surrounded by children but it’s a frightening possibility
that you’re really going to starve to death here!
Status: Fatigued -2 Strength, -2 Dexterity,
+ 3 Non-lethal damage.
seems like the 17's did me no good.....
ReplyDeletenow honestly was it because I pushed you through the back door or was it the ice cream incident?
Wow David!
ReplyDeleteYour rolls were indeed amazing!
Unfortunately for all three of you, I ran the results upside-down and back-to-front.
(As I said I probably would!)
Still, it bodes well for you during the actual adventure.
Scott and Assif, did better because they had surprisingly many ranks in ‘Survival’.
(I wasn’t counting on that.)
Scott did even better, as his ‘God of Luck’, annoyingly allowed him to re-roll any fails.
(A surprisingly useful ability.)
And as for the scar on my elbow from the ‘pushed through the back door’ incident or the scar on my shin from the ‘ice-cream’ incident…
I ‘consciously’ hold no grudges.
;P
... Actually, thinking about it, I also absolutely hold no 'conscious' grudges against Assif for the loss of peripheral vision during the 'Spicy Kebab' incident or the loss of teeth at the 'Traveller's rest' incident.
ReplyDeleteGood luck Scott!
ReplyDelete:D
Status: Fatigued -2 Strength, -2 Dexterity, + 3 Non-lethal damage.
ReplyDeleteThat is harsh :S
Am intrigued to see how the Barbarian/Druid versed in survival, plant-lore and animal-ways with a wolf friend does in this "task".
If this isn't a job made for Volkan, then I don't know what is!
Honestly, if I don't do at least as well as a plate-mail clad hoof of a cleric, then I might as well turn in my Druid badge and call it a day!