Post by Sun-Star on May 11, 2019 21:57:43 GMT
Avalanche Country
While training up in northern territory. There's a terrible accident, and the ice caps atop the mountains collapsed from your training! You got caught in the ensuing avalanche and now you need to fight to survive.
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It had been something of a strange little day for the croc. She had been mostly happy with the progress within her farmland and decided that she just wanted something more. With those she had basically been suppressed by not paying her much attention of late, she figured that they wouldn’t notice if she slipped away from the little farm where she had been staying put and headed somewhere else for a bit to see if she could work on this whole power thing that everyone was pushing at her to try and achieve. There was no harm in seeing if there was a means with which to increase the strength that she already possessed. How to go about this was a bit of a mystery to her other than the accidental inclusion of more weight. She’d originally been weighed down by the molten metal from the crashed ship. She’d since managed to get the damn stuff off of her and as a result had felt weird without the extra weight on her body. Her feeling of strength had actually diminished since she’d stop wearing the stuff.
So she’d collected a set of the weights since she seemed to be allowed to get near the Namekians when she wasn’t trying to eat them. Clearly something had changed since her arrival, she could only assume that the human Hikaru had spoken with them about it, making it more likely that she could try and fit in normally in the hope that Star would settle down and not have the incentive to cause more problems. As it was Star was simply biding her time, giving herself the time that she hadn’t had originally to try and power up and evolve enough to become something that that powerhouse of a human couldn’t stop. She still wasn’t sure quite how it had been done. Both of these humans had something that she lacked somehow and perhaps it was just a matter of time. Thankfully, despite her impatient attitude Star had found herself developing a level of patience that would make a mountain seem to be rushing. She was fairly confident that regardless of how long it took for her to evolve into her later forms, she wouldn’t suffer from the drawbacks of most people in terms of aging and even dying unexpectedly from overwhelming force of others.
It was this soft knowledge of the average human lifespan and her own relatively young age, it was only a matter of time before the human expired and she was free to feast as she wanted in order to force her evolution if it hadn’t come on it’s own accord by that point. She had to wonder how many evolutions it would take before she was complete as she saw it. She’d seen the intended finished result of both her and Tsuki, though the old man had been rather confusing when he’d shown her the evolution of Tsuki being that of a great slavering angry wolf instead of the woman that Star knew she was supposed to become. Maybe it was just a stepping point? Her encounter with the changeling Sickle had made her aware that the pair of them were likely to have multiple forms, but by all accounts the Changelings were able to access their forms without any effort on their part. So she couldn’t rely on any other race. She and Tsuki were a race of their own and their hunger was clearly linked into their survival and adaptation.
Her solution to seeking strength was to isolate herself further from the civilised group of Namekians and test out what she could actually do. So, she headed north there was an interesting mountainous region and by interesting she meant more something akin to inhospitable towards the normal citizens and that suited her fine. If the damn human was going to prevent her from feasting, she’d remove herself even further from temptation. Her little farming effort would survive just fine without her. She’d been fortunate enough to actually engage a Namekian in conversation about her attempted farm and got some rather good advice to improve what she had started and among the information was to not smother them with attention. Letting them alone for a few days with the irrigation channel she had dug wouldn’t cause them any real harm. If anything it’d allow her to see a more pronounced definition in their growth if she spent some time away.
The mountain ranges weren’t quite what she had expected really. She had mostly assumed there would be a rocky mess involved. What she hadn’t expected was the cold or the snow. It had left her struggling to move really. Thankfully when she let her aura fly out around her and power up as if in a fight. She tended to find that energy she was emitting kept her warm enough to function but it was something worth remembering in future that she just wasn’t all that adept at handling the cold with ease without the use of her energy. Since she already had her energy level up she figured it’d make some sense to make use of it. Creating the fake scales of energy and practicing in her manipulation of them for more than just slinging them wildly at foes. She needed a precise tool with her cutting prowess, she’d already seen some of the more interesting tools that the Namekian’s used during their farming attempts and finding a means to manipulate the ground without being forced to try and use her stubby little hands was a fantastic aid to the croc.
It was while she was swiping the little stream of false scales around that she made another fun little discovery when it came to snow. Apparently, it wasn’t just the same as white dirt as she had originally expected it to be. Instead it was a secondary substance that settled on and piled up on the rocky base that had been the mountain and more importantly, where she had slashed through a large swathe of it above her the sudden extra weight piled on the snow below had caused it to shift and start tumbling, quickly gathering more and more of the snow before the avalanche of white powder suddenly overwhelmed the croc who had been watching this little oddity with some interest until realising they were actually in danger and having little time to actually escape, even taking to the air was too little too late as large clumps of the white stuff slammed into her tiny little body and sent her scattering into the ground.
She was aware of the seemingly distant thumps of the snow piling up above and around her. The croc having no real idea just how far down the mountain she had tumbled and quite how this had even really happened in such a short space of time. Maybe she was really just a little too slow with these weights on and couldn’t muster enough of an effort to function properly with them. After all the amount she had strapped on in her cocky ego filled pride had actually been a damn bit heavier than the welded pieces of ship that she had been stuck to previously. Speaking of stuck she couldn’t move a damn inch in this build-up of snow and it was becoming rather more frustrating than anything. She didn’t have the raw strength required to lift the freezing mass off of her. Maybe if the damnable weights weren’t keeping her down. But she was certainly in no position to take them off here and now. As it was she had had a rather harsh time dealing with putting the weights on with her stubby little arms and hands.
Her method of tracking the time was lost to her. She’d more or less figured out the pattern of suns that gave her a means to track the days as the Namekians did. Without that she’d have no real means of knowing just how long she’d been stuck down here. She was patient though and was working on her means of escape. There was no real room for her to move and cutting herself open would potentially only make the problem she had with being in the cold all the worse as she’d be exposing her core to it. Maybe if she managed to inflict only a tiny little cut upon herself then she’d have a decent chance at dealing with the cold while it regenerated? It was possible that if she created some of those false scales exactly where her own scales were she’d only remove them causing her a surface injury at best and having something she could use to slam into the ice just in front of her head. Done right it might even make a tiny little hole and if she kept that up, she’d make a gap to create them in instead of injuring herself each time.
The pain caused her to twitch, not that her movement actually happened. She’d had a brief moment of worry that something would break if she tried to move too violently. More importantly however she’d sliced off the tip of the scales on her little snout and had embedded it into the ice a little before it faded and she waited carefully for her nose to heal and while it wouldn’t really warm up the constant reapplication of energy at least provided a tiny amount of heat to counteract the hellish chill she was feeling each time. She kept at it though, slamming a singular scale time and again into the densely packed powder until she had enough of a space to just manifest it on its own. Soon enough that gave her the room to make two at a time, then three. By the time she was able to create the technique as she did in a fight she was running on fumes, barely staggering forwards in the miniature cave she had made and slamming her head into the ice for any sort of headway through the problem.
She knew she’d passed out at some point during her time in that horrible cold hole, when she awoke with no aura and little strength left she was shivering and her scales and skin were tinged with blue. A strange thing to happen considering but she’d have to make a last-ditch effort, she could actually see the sky through the ice where she’d been digging for who knew how long. She wasn’t going to allow herself a member of a race designed to be superior to the normal natural races. Actually, that wasn’t a bad name for the species, superior. Not that it’d matter if she couldn’t get out of here to prove it, she scampered backwards as much as she had room to and pulled on every last reserve she had left, her aura flickering back to life as she propelled herself forwards, shaping the energy to just in front of her as much as she could. She needed a cutting edge now and she indeed got one. Slamming into and then through the ice as a little tiny rocket before running dry again and collapsing, the croc bouncing and tumbling the rest of the way down the mountain.
Coming to with a groan, she slowly put herself back onto her feet. Quietly vowing that she was never going near the cold again. That had really been too close for the superior being, clearly she wasn’t the final product of the machine. Much like the wolf before her she had her faults and flaws. Maybe a perfect version of her kind just couldn’t be made? Then again, maybe it was something she’d get better at as she evolved. Now that would be something worth trying. When she finally made her way into her next form she’d have to come back to these mountains and give them a solid kicking to show them never to mess with the croc. Inanimate object or not. They had it coming to them, in fact there were a lot of things and people that had it coming. She’d return to her little farm and see if it’d even been a day and go back to practicing there. She didn’t know even now why she’d though it a vaguely good idea to have gone to that stupid rocky mess in the first place.
WC 2071
Bonuses: medium weights 50% PL gains
Quest Bonuses:
+20%PL gains, +10% Zeni gains
Chance to win a clothing item
15 or above /D20
While training up in northern territory. There's a terrible accident, and the ice caps atop the mountains collapsed from your training! You got caught in the ensuing avalanche and now you need to fight to survive.
----------------------------
It had been something of a strange little day for the croc. She had been mostly happy with the progress within her farmland and decided that she just wanted something more. With those she had basically been suppressed by not paying her much attention of late, she figured that they wouldn’t notice if she slipped away from the little farm where she had been staying put and headed somewhere else for a bit to see if she could work on this whole power thing that everyone was pushing at her to try and achieve. There was no harm in seeing if there was a means with which to increase the strength that she already possessed. How to go about this was a bit of a mystery to her other than the accidental inclusion of more weight. She’d originally been weighed down by the molten metal from the crashed ship. She’d since managed to get the damn stuff off of her and as a result had felt weird without the extra weight on her body. Her feeling of strength had actually diminished since she’d stop wearing the stuff.
So she’d collected a set of the weights since she seemed to be allowed to get near the Namekians when she wasn’t trying to eat them. Clearly something had changed since her arrival, she could only assume that the human Hikaru had spoken with them about it, making it more likely that she could try and fit in normally in the hope that Star would settle down and not have the incentive to cause more problems. As it was Star was simply biding her time, giving herself the time that she hadn’t had originally to try and power up and evolve enough to become something that that powerhouse of a human couldn’t stop. She still wasn’t sure quite how it had been done. Both of these humans had something that she lacked somehow and perhaps it was just a matter of time. Thankfully, despite her impatient attitude Star had found herself developing a level of patience that would make a mountain seem to be rushing. She was fairly confident that regardless of how long it took for her to evolve into her later forms, she wouldn’t suffer from the drawbacks of most people in terms of aging and even dying unexpectedly from overwhelming force of others.
It was this soft knowledge of the average human lifespan and her own relatively young age, it was only a matter of time before the human expired and she was free to feast as she wanted in order to force her evolution if it hadn’t come on it’s own accord by that point. She had to wonder how many evolutions it would take before she was complete as she saw it. She’d seen the intended finished result of both her and Tsuki, though the old man had been rather confusing when he’d shown her the evolution of Tsuki being that of a great slavering angry wolf instead of the woman that Star knew she was supposed to become. Maybe it was just a stepping point? Her encounter with the changeling Sickle had made her aware that the pair of them were likely to have multiple forms, but by all accounts the Changelings were able to access their forms without any effort on their part. So she couldn’t rely on any other race. She and Tsuki were a race of their own and their hunger was clearly linked into their survival and adaptation.
Her solution to seeking strength was to isolate herself further from the civilised group of Namekians and test out what she could actually do. So, she headed north there was an interesting mountainous region and by interesting she meant more something akin to inhospitable towards the normal citizens and that suited her fine. If the damn human was going to prevent her from feasting, she’d remove herself even further from temptation. Her little farming effort would survive just fine without her. She’d been fortunate enough to actually engage a Namekian in conversation about her attempted farm and got some rather good advice to improve what she had started and among the information was to not smother them with attention. Letting them alone for a few days with the irrigation channel she had dug wouldn’t cause them any real harm. If anything it’d allow her to see a more pronounced definition in their growth if she spent some time away.
The mountain ranges weren’t quite what she had expected really. She had mostly assumed there would be a rocky mess involved. What she hadn’t expected was the cold or the snow. It had left her struggling to move really. Thankfully when she let her aura fly out around her and power up as if in a fight. She tended to find that energy she was emitting kept her warm enough to function but it was something worth remembering in future that she just wasn’t all that adept at handling the cold with ease without the use of her energy. Since she already had her energy level up she figured it’d make some sense to make use of it. Creating the fake scales of energy and practicing in her manipulation of them for more than just slinging them wildly at foes. She needed a precise tool with her cutting prowess, she’d already seen some of the more interesting tools that the Namekian’s used during their farming attempts and finding a means to manipulate the ground without being forced to try and use her stubby little hands was a fantastic aid to the croc.
It was while she was swiping the little stream of false scales around that she made another fun little discovery when it came to snow. Apparently, it wasn’t just the same as white dirt as she had originally expected it to be. Instead it was a secondary substance that settled on and piled up on the rocky base that had been the mountain and more importantly, where she had slashed through a large swathe of it above her the sudden extra weight piled on the snow below had caused it to shift and start tumbling, quickly gathering more and more of the snow before the avalanche of white powder suddenly overwhelmed the croc who had been watching this little oddity with some interest until realising they were actually in danger and having little time to actually escape, even taking to the air was too little too late as large clumps of the white stuff slammed into her tiny little body and sent her scattering into the ground.
She was aware of the seemingly distant thumps of the snow piling up above and around her. The croc having no real idea just how far down the mountain she had tumbled and quite how this had even really happened in such a short space of time. Maybe she was really just a little too slow with these weights on and couldn’t muster enough of an effort to function properly with them. After all the amount she had strapped on in her cocky ego filled pride had actually been a damn bit heavier than the welded pieces of ship that she had been stuck to previously. Speaking of stuck she couldn’t move a damn inch in this build-up of snow and it was becoming rather more frustrating than anything. She didn’t have the raw strength required to lift the freezing mass off of her. Maybe if the damnable weights weren’t keeping her down. But she was certainly in no position to take them off here and now. As it was she had had a rather harsh time dealing with putting the weights on with her stubby little arms and hands.
Her method of tracking the time was lost to her. She’d more or less figured out the pattern of suns that gave her a means to track the days as the Namekians did. Without that she’d have no real means of knowing just how long she’d been stuck down here. She was patient though and was working on her means of escape. There was no real room for her to move and cutting herself open would potentially only make the problem she had with being in the cold all the worse as she’d be exposing her core to it. Maybe if she managed to inflict only a tiny little cut upon herself then she’d have a decent chance at dealing with the cold while it regenerated? It was possible that if she created some of those false scales exactly where her own scales were she’d only remove them causing her a surface injury at best and having something she could use to slam into the ice just in front of her head. Done right it might even make a tiny little hole and if she kept that up, she’d make a gap to create them in instead of injuring herself each time.
The pain caused her to twitch, not that her movement actually happened. She’d had a brief moment of worry that something would break if she tried to move too violently. More importantly however she’d sliced off the tip of the scales on her little snout and had embedded it into the ice a little before it faded and she waited carefully for her nose to heal and while it wouldn’t really warm up the constant reapplication of energy at least provided a tiny amount of heat to counteract the hellish chill she was feeling each time. She kept at it though, slamming a singular scale time and again into the densely packed powder until she had enough of a space to just manifest it on its own. Soon enough that gave her the room to make two at a time, then three. By the time she was able to create the technique as she did in a fight she was running on fumes, barely staggering forwards in the miniature cave she had made and slamming her head into the ice for any sort of headway through the problem.
She knew she’d passed out at some point during her time in that horrible cold hole, when she awoke with no aura and little strength left she was shivering and her scales and skin were tinged with blue. A strange thing to happen considering but she’d have to make a last-ditch effort, she could actually see the sky through the ice where she’d been digging for who knew how long. She wasn’t going to allow herself a member of a race designed to be superior to the normal natural races. Actually, that wasn’t a bad name for the species, superior. Not that it’d matter if she couldn’t get out of here to prove it, she scampered backwards as much as she had room to and pulled on every last reserve she had left, her aura flickering back to life as she propelled herself forwards, shaping the energy to just in front of her as much as she could. She needed a cutting edge now and she indeed got one. Slamming into and then through the ice as a little tiny rocket before running dry again and collapsing, the croc bouncing and tumbling the rest of the way down the mountain.
Coming to with a groan, she slowly put herself back onto her feet. Quietly vowing that she was never going near the cold again. That had really been too close for the superior being, clearly she wasn’t the final product of the machine. Much like the wolf before her she had her faults and flaws. Maybe a perfect version of her kind just couldn’t be made? Then again, maybe it was something she’d get better at as she evolved. Now that would be something worth trying. When she finally made her way into her next form she’d have to come back to these mountains and give them a solid kicking to show them never to mess with the croc. Inanimate object or not. They had it coming to them, in fact there were a lot of things and people that had it coming. She’d return to her little farm and see if it’d even been a day and go back to practicing there. She didn’t know even now why she’d though it a vaguely good idea to have gone to that stupid rocky mess in the first place.
WC 2071
Bonuses: medium weights 50% PL gains
Quest Bonuses:
+20%PL gains, +10% Zeni gains
Chance to win a clothing item
15 or above /D20
