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Maevemora
willheart
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Fira
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BORN :: 12/06/2016
CLASS :: scuffler
GENDER :: doe
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: -1
STR :: 2
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PER :: 0
DEX :: 0
CON :: 1
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Post by Maevemora on Oct 7, 2017 14:27:42 GMT -5
Outside on that autumn afternoon, it was hot, though cloudy. Yet, Maevemora, down in the tunnels under the Woodpile in the Shade, did not feel the heat. Down here, in the dark, it was cool and dry and the temperature always remained relatively the same year-round. There was a bustle of activity going on throughout the colony, as this was the season for gathering food for the Winter. Also, it was finally cooler and less humid in the Fall (although today still felt more like Summer), which was a welcome reprieve from the hotter weather of the previous season.
Maevemora patrolled the tunnels, as she did almost every day, marching noisily along the compacted dirt paths that had been her home her entire life. In her right paw she held her Gentleman’s Pipe club, useful for bashing skulls and sending smaller opponents flying. In her left paw she held her shield, a large, wide targe made from a mason jar lid. It wasn’t as strong as some other shields, but it was bigger, and therefore, had the potential to protect her more than a smaller, sturdier shield. Besides, if needed, she could always swap to a smaller one. She was trained in multiple combat methods. Strapped across her front was a chainmail chest-piece made of old zippers. This is what jangled as she walked, letting everyone else in the tunnel know that she was coming.
She was a guard. Guards were not stealthy, did not creep in the shadows, did not use ranged weapons like cowards did. Her dull black eyes pointed straight ahead of her, head sweeping in small turns. She would protect her colonykin, as she’d been doing for the last nine or so months of her life.
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Pumpkin
outsider
POSTS :: 15
Played By :: 00
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BORN :: 10.13.16
CLASS :: alchemist
GENDER :: buck
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 2
STR :: 0
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PER :: 1
DEX :: -1
CON :: 0
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Post by Pumpkin on Oct 7, 2017 15:13:07 GMT -5
A bright orange mouse strode boldly where no mouse dare stride before.
Like the mud!
Who would ever think to look for a mouse in the mud?
There was a great, big PLOP! when he so bravely walked into the mire that sat at the foot of a pile of wood.
Stepping from soft dirt to moist, sticky mud, with his nose turned up to squint at the cloudy sky, the short mouse was so caught by surprise that he up and tripped on the toes that got stuck in the mud, tumbling face-first into the puddle.
He snorted, spraying mud away from his face as he rolled back onto his haunches.
The whole of him looked like a muddy brown mouse now, save for a few lines of orange where he rubbed the stuff out of his eyes.
He turned quickly over to check the items attached to his person by braided blades of grass; the mortar and pestle carved from stone, the small wooden bottle of pumpkin cider (some of it, unfortunately, having splattered out through the edges of the corked lid), and a single strip of fruit-- wait, wait!
The mouse popped to his feet, ankle-deep in the mud, and began to drag fingers and nose alike through the stuff.
Long tail lashed behind him, throwing mud into the air and across the wooden logs.
Where was it...where was it?
He began to dig and burrow through the puddle, until his nose bumped up against a wall of wood.
He blinked, rolled over, and started over again.
At some point he eventually ended up on his knees, where he then tossed his head back by the palms of his paws, letting a solid shout rip through the air, as though his tail had just been torn from his body.
Last Edit: Oct 7, 2017 15:15:16 GMT -5 by Pumpkin
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Maevemora
willheart
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Fira
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BORN :: 12/06/2016
CLASS :: scuffler
GENDER :: doe
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: -1
STR :: 2
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PER :: 0
DEX :: 0
CON :: 1
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Post by Maevemora on Oct 7, 2017 15:32:22 GMT -5
A mouse scream rent the air somewhere outside. Maeve’s head snapped in the direction of the sound, and she began to run towards it. Someone sounded hurt or in trouble, and it was her duty to save them. Her armor and heavy weapons made swift movement difficult, but she’d been training with these large tools most of her life, so she was used to the added weight. She made it to the entrance to the tunnels in record time, stepped out into the sunlight and was momentarily blinded. She blinked, squeezed her eyes shut, opened them again, and looked around.
There was a mouse… floundering around in the mud. Not dying. Not even drowning. He seemed to be looking for something, though. Maeve grunted in irritation, though she was happy that no one was hurt. Her job didn’t often require speaking, but in this case, she wouldn’t be able to help look if she didn’t know what she was looking for. “Oi! What’re ya lookin’ for, small ‘un?” Most mice were smaller than her. She was a Willheart. They were the biggest mice in the colony, which is why they made such great guards. This mouse in the mud might as well have been a pup for his size compared to her. Of course, when you’re a giant, you have to keep your size in perspective. Little did Maeve know that he was older than her.
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Pumpkin
outsider
POSTS :: 15
Played By :: 00
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BORN :: 10.13.16
CLASS :: alchemist
GENDER :: buck
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 2
STR :: 0
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PER :: 1
DEX :: -1
CON :: 0
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Post by Pumpkin on Oct 7, 2017 15:45:28 GMT -5
The mouse sputtered for a moment after his dismayed cry, sweeping his tail through the mud as he stared forlornly at his empty paws.
His long ears, along with his legs, shot up when he suddenly heard something...rather strange, really.
Like bells, but far less melodic.
Was someone banging on a tin can?
He squinted around, trying to wipe more of the mud from his face (only, with all the mud on his paws, he just ended up smearing more of it around) as he watched a mouse carrying a big brown pipe came running his way.
He leaned his head back as she closed in on his position.
Holy...tall....
She came out of a hole among the wooden slabs; were there more of them in there?
At her question, the small mouse pointed at the mud.
"An apple," he said.
A big, bright, shiny red apple.
It was a lot bigger than him, and he'd been rolling it along while he'd been so stubbornly striking out over the open ground.
Its size alone should have made it easy to find, not to mention its scent.
He'd gnawed a big slit in it when first he had found it, sprinkled it with dust off a rock, covered it up in leaves and mud...all to help it in the fermenting process.
The odor it wafted was hard to mistake, but after his tumble in the mud...perhaps the stench had gotten sealed by the stuff?
His gaze drifted past the puddle of mud he'd fallen in, noting the downhill slope that led away from the wooden pile.
Then he crouched down, and started digging around in the mud again.
Last Edit: Oct 7, 2017 15:49:04 GMT -5 by Pumpkin
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Maevemora
willheart
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Fira
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BORN :: 12/06/2016
CLASS :: scuffler
GENDER :: doe
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: -1
STR :: 2
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PER :: 0
DEX :: 0
CON :: 1
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Post by Maevemora on Oct 7, 2017 17:03:43 GMT -5
Maeve blinked and then grunted in response to his answer. An apple? Mm. Maybe he was a forager bringing food back to the tunnels. She had never seen him before, but there were hundreds of mice in the colony, so that wasn’t a surprise. She glanced down at the mud puddle and then scrunched up her face, trying to decide if she should get down on her hands and knees to look with him. She didn’t have anything against such an action, only that it would require carefully removing her armor and setting it aside, in which time, he would probably find the thing.
She pursed her lips and walked a bit further away, looking down the slope, and spotted a mud-splattered apple resting about halfway down. “It’s here,” she called over her shoulder, voice rough and raspy. Without waiting for him, she began trudging down towards it, intending to roll it back up the hill for him. He was so small compared to her, she wondered how on earth he’d ever managed to get it this far at all. Of course, mice were resourceful creatures.
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Pumpkin
outsider
POSTS :: 15
Played By :: 00
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BORN :: 10.13.16
CLASS :: alchemist
GENDER :: buck
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 2
STR :: 0
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PER :: 1
DEX :: -1
CON :: 0
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Post by Pumpkin on Oct 7, 2017 17:37:10 GMT -5
The mouse grunted back at the stranger, watching as she walked around a bit, before continuing with his pawing at the mud.
One ear twitched when she called back to him, and he paused to glance around.
It had been found?
Already?
WHERE?
Rising to his feet, the mouse trundled off after the giant, swaying his tail behind him as he squinted ahead.
He didn't see nuffin'.
A split second after he thought that, he saw the apple, splattered with mud, and he gave a hop and a skip of joy.
And a trip.
For the second time in the span of only a few minutes, he was sent falling flat on his face.
Only...this was a slope.
The mouse's round body was sent rolling head over heels, and would fall right on top of the stranger should she not manage to first notice and then get out of the way.
Otherwise, he might just cartwheel as far down the slope as he could go, perhaps even careening into the apple itself.
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Maevemora
willheart
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Fira
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BORN :: 12/06/2016
CLASS :: scuffler
GENDER :: doe
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: -1
STR :: 2
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PER :: 0
DEX :: 0
CON :: 1
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Post by Maevemora on Oct 7, 2017 17:58:00 GMT -5
Maeve was generally pretty watchful. She had to be, as a guard. But she was also huge and rather lumbering, and had jangling armor. So she only heard the smaller mouse tumbling toward her at the last second. She halfway turned around and got fwapped in the face by a tail. She reared back, but remained steadily on her feet, too heavy to be bowled over by one so small. She shook herself after a moment of confusion and then attempted to help the poor mud-covered mouse up. “All right?” she asked, shaking her head a little. Boy. Losing an apple in a mud puddle, and then falling down a hill. This rodent didn’t have much luck, did he?
She reached over to give him a pat on the back as some kind of reassurance, which, should it land, would probably knock him halfway over again. But if that did happen, she didn’t notice. She was already trudging down the hill again, already having forgotten the whole incident about him crashing into her. It hadn’t affected her at all. She reached the apple, finally, and was hit by the smell of fermentation. “Mmh,” she grunted. Maybe he was drunk. That would explain a lot. She placed both front paws against the apple and began the process of rolling it up the hill, one slow step at a time.
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Pumpkin
outsider
POSTS :: 15
Played By :: 00
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BORN :: 10.13.16
CLASS :: alchemist
GENDER :: buck
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 2
STR :: 0
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PER :: 1
DEX :: -1
CON :: 0
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Post by Pumpkin on Oct 7, 2017 19:09:57 GMT -5
The mouse eventually skidded to a halt, feeling a tiny bit of a sting in his tail after it managed to hit the stranger's face.
He allowed himself to be helped up as she came over, brushing some of the dust off him, smudging yet more mud over his body.
If he kept rolling around like that, the stuff just might air-dry and become packed in his fur!
He nodded at her question; he was used to taking such tumbles and more, and, being so squishy, even for a mouse, he was left no worse for the wear.
"Unh!" he grunted, this time planting his feet firmly down when he felt the hefty hand come across his back.
He remained still for a few moments after the fact, once more checking the items on his person.
Everything was still there; a little bit of pumpkin cider out of place once more (hopefully it wouldn't empty before he had a chance to drink it up himself), and the (muddy) slice of pumpkin had one of its big white seeds out of place.
He pushed the seed back in, before turning around and jogging after the heftier mouse.
Ah...there it was!
The strong scent of fermenting apple.
The small mouse stepped aside, watching as the stranger began pushing the apple uphill, his eyes glinting with a happy and admiring grin.
Golly, was she strong!
If she was taking it so slow, he could only imagine the trouble he'd be having on his own.
"Thanks, pal!" he said, pulling himself in close so that he could place his own paws on the apple, and help the stranger in her endeavor.
Once everything was on flatter ground, he'd have to find a place to wash all the mud off.
Last Edit: Oct 7, 2017 19:11:24 GMT -5 by Pumpkin
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Maevemora
willheart
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Fira
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BORN :: 12/06/2016
CLASS :: scuffler
GENDER :: doe
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: -1
STR :: 2
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PER :: 0
DEX :: 0
CON :: 1
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Post by Maevemora on Oct 7, 2017 20:23:14 GMT -5
Now, Maevemora was a tall, strong, durable mouse. But apples could be pretty huge, and rolling one up a hill took some real strength. She felt her burden lighten a bit when the smaller mouse began to push as well, though she was sure she was taking most of the weight. If this thing got the better of her now that there was a smaller one helping, she was scared it would roll backwards on top of him. She threw a kind of nod in his direction without saying anything, as acknowledgement of his thanks. In her mind, she was just doing her job. Besides, she was colonykin, and this mouse was colonykin (actually he wasn’t but she didn’t know that)… But wouldn’t that mean that it was her job to keep her out of the way of a giant apple that could possibly crush him?
“Hey now, thanks for the help, but… you really oughta leave the heavy work to the heavies, small ‘un.” At this, she gave him a chance to step away (or not), and then continued the slow climb up the hill.
STRENGTH ROLL: (will Maeve roll the apple up the hill successfully?) yzXaYQJ91d20+2
((Copy-pasted from the Combat and Dice Rolls Section:
Roll: Outcome
1: Critical Failure. Something important breaks, you hurt yourself or an ally, or the mod gets to make some other move as hard as they want.
2 - 10: Failure. You fail your action. You may draw unwanted attention to yourself or an ally, hurt yourself, or the mod will let you get what you want but force you to make a difficult decision for it.
11 - 19: Success. You succeed with no penalty! Nice.
20: Critical Success! You succeed, plus something extra cool happens! If you were attacking, you get to roll damage twice and combine the outcomes.))
Last Edit: Oct 7, 2017 20:28:32 GMT -5 by Maevemora: I cannot figure out this damned roll code...
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Pumpkin
outsider
POSTS :: 15
Played By :: 00
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BORN :: 10.13.16
CLASS :: alchemist
GENDER :: buck
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 2
STR :: 0
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PER :: 1
DEX :: -1
CON :: 0
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Post by Pumpkin on Oct 7, 2017 20:52:52 GMT -5
The mouse huffed, puffed out his chest as he firmly held onto the apple.
He gave a glance towards the stranger as she offered to do it all on his own, but no way!
Besides not wanting to be shown up, it just wasn't the neighborly thing to do.
Not to mention, it was his apple in the first place.
Wasn't right to let another do all the work that should technically be his own.
Eventually, they reached the top of the hill, the small mouse giving pause to take a breath, before continuing on.
He wanted to make sure the apple was placed somewhere it wouldn't roll down again....
DEXTERITY ROLL = L2QeW|s21d20-1 = Does the apple start to roll back down?1d20-1
Last Edit: Oct 7, 2017 20:54:11 GMT -5 by Pumpkin
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Maevemora
willheart
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Fira
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BORN :: 12/06/2016
CLASS :: scuffler
GENDER :: doe
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: -1
STR :: 2
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PER :: 0
DEX :: 0
CON :: 1
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Post by Maevemora on Oct 7, 2017 21:10:23 GMT -5
Maeve took deep breaths as she stood leaned over at the top of the hill. The small mouse had decided he wanted to keep helping, and her opinion of him grew as he struggled with her (not that she’d thought anything bad about him before, only, now she respected him a bit). He took it from her once they reached the top and pushed it somewhere far from the edge so that it wouldn’t (Steadyset forbid) tumble back down the hill again. “Thanks,” she said, once she’d caught her breath. “You’re pretty strong. I would say you should look into guard duty, but the others might make fun of your… stature… No offense.” She cringed, realizing she might be hurting his feelings, and puffed out her armored chest. “I’d beat ‘em up if they did anything.”
Feeling that she’d done her duty in helping the tiny one, she decided she’d best get back down into the tunnels and continue patrolling. “You gonna be all right with that thing?” she asked, motioning towards the fermenting apple. “I gotta get back to work. Name’s Maevemora, but just call me Maeve. Look me up if you ever go down into the tunnels for anything.”
She gave a little wave that seemed strangely feminine for someone like her, and then began to march back towards the tunnel entrance, already thinking about what part of her route she needed to head to next.
[Maeve will Exit unless stopped.]
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Pumpkin
outsider
POSTS :: 15
Played By :: 00
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BORN :: 10.13.16
CLASS :: alchemist
GENDER :: buck
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 2
STR :: 0
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PER :: 1
DEX :: -1
CON :: 0
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Post by Pumpkin on Oct 7, 2017 21:43:42 GMT -5
He grinned as he let go of the apple, pleased that it wasn't rolling back down.
He wasn't ready to move it off just yet, so he turned to face the stranger, turning his ears towards her.
His paws went to his waist, his chest puffed out, his tail straightened, all when the stranger told him how strong he was.
Indeed, he was!
"Sounds interesting," he said in response to the suggestion of taking up guard duty, although he wasn't entirely sure how he would fit in.
Sure, he liked to brawl and meet new folks and all that, but to stand around, or walk the same route day in and day out?
Besides...brewing and cooking were his bread and butter -- he wouldn't want to give that up, now would he?
"Heheh," he chuckled, waving a dismissive hand at her statement that she'd beat up any mouse who made fun of his short stature.
Really, it wasn't something he thought about; besides, to him, it was SHE who was the oddball around here.
But with her mention of others...perhaps he'd landed himself in the land of the giants?
He nodded at her other question as to whether he'd be fine with the apple.
"Sure will!"
He gave it a pat--the apple twitched.
Quickly, he pushed it back into place, leaning casually--and very lightly--against it as though nothing of the sort had just happened.
He perked up when a name and location were given.
"I'm Pumpkin," he offered back, once more striking that heroic pose he had before when his strength was mentioned.
He didn't give much else--he didn't really have anything else to give...he still had to pick himself out a new hole, after his last nest got tore up by a temperamental blind shrew.
"Sure thing!"
A small wave was given as she marched back under the wood, and a few moments later the mouse turned himself around, put his paws against the apple, and began to push it on towards...well, somewhere.
Last Edit: Oct 7, 2017 21:49:02 GMT -5 by Pumpkin
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