WanderingEye
smol skeleton
[X] Talk to the centaur.
We still have iron right?
We still have iron right?
You have some on you.
Green Haired Tribal Centaur
[X] Talk to the centaur.
You edge up carefully, shifting your blades back and forth a bit. So long as you have them on and your power invoked, you're far tougher than normal. Which seems to be a big need when you're closer to the centaur woman and can get a sense of her size. She's not that much larger than you actually, but the horse half isn't particularly reassuring. There's a lot of weight, and how she's swinging the spear you get the impression that she's rather proficient in it.
"You!" She hisses as she catches sight of you and pivots on her hind legs in a smooth motion. "More dancing shadow court troublemakers?!" The spear's aimed at you immediately.
You roll back a bit and raise up your hands. "No! I'm actually after them."
The woman snorts and stomps her front legs. The spear shifts and hits the ground. "Not like you're going to get them now. They went up the dead-fall." She nods her head in the direction the fairies had gone. "Getting around that would have let them get free and clear." She pauses in her speech and looks you over. "What court are you? Are those wheels on your feet? Why are you wearing wheels? Wouldn't that make ti really hard to get around here?"
"I'm not in a court?" You lower your hands now that you think she's not hostile.
"Then get lost." The centaur waves her spear. "This is my field. Got nothing here for you, and the hunting's poor with so many things moving through here."
You glance around the field. There's a treeline in the distance that you came out of, and a wide open grassland off to the side. According to the woman there was a dead-fall further in as well, but frankly now that you weren't following the fairies you were fairly sure you were lost. And backtracking might or might not get you back now that you were thinking of it. You made a trail yes, but you hadn't been paying attention on your way in.
"Umm." You trail off.
"You're lost, aren't you?" The woman states flatly and grips her spear tightly. "I have little to offer, but I can offer hospitality." It seems like the words were being pulled from her mouth with pliers, but she said them.
You pause and try to think. Hadn't there been something about eating fairy food in tales? You weren't sure if you wanted to chance that. You waved your hands in reply and rolled back a bit more.
"Well, I'd take directions instead? I followed the fairies from the Skuttlepath Park." You named the park the children had been in.
"Those words make no sense to me." The centaur huffed. "Are you addled in the head? No court and..." Her glowing eyes narrowed and then peered at you. "Wait, you're a lost human?" She grinned widely and pointed her spear at you. Alarmed you moved back even more. "Human, I challenge you! If I win, you'll be my slave!"
"Wait, what?" You blurt out. "Why would I accept that challenge? For that matter, slave?!"
"Yeah, it's like all the tales momma told me!" The centaur practically pranced in place and took a few steps around you, the spear still leading. "A valiant knight running through the wilds and then getting lost. Then he's bound to service for a year and a day! I always wanted one of them!"
"You keep saying it like I'd accept." You state flatly. "Why the hell would I agree to that?"
The centaur stomps a foot. "Well, isn't it obvious? You're lost. I can show you the way!" You've never seen a horse prance, but the woman's lower half is doing a good expression of a happy dance.
Your face goes flat beneath your helmet. Damnit. You could go back the way you came, but you're not sure if you could. Then you have an idea.
"What happens if you lose?" You shoot back.
The centaur woman pauses and stops prancing. She narrows her eyes and brushes her hair back with her free hand. You note that the spear is still locked on you. Despite the woman's demenaer, she is surprisingly disicplined there.
"Well, if I lose then I'll tell you the way, duh!" She states.
"What if I instead wanted to do the same thing to you?" You reply back with a raised eyebrow. Not the she could see it.
"Hah! As if! Sure, if you can beat me!" The centaur laughs at you.
"You'd give up your freedom just for that?" You ask curiously.
"Not like I'd lose." The woman stamps on the ground with a front hoof and continues. "Plus I could start my own court with you! Getting a human knight to wait on me hand and hoof." The woman seems lost in fantasy for a moment before snapping out of it. "I could have you get me soooo many things." She grins evilly.
You roll your eyes. You're getting the impression that she's not quite as mature as she looks. Sure she's savage, but you're put into mind dreaming college girls in her behavior. Admittedly none of them had spears, but the wild dreams felt the same.
"Assuming I agree, what sort of challenge would you want?" You ask.
"Hunting!" She states immediately and wiggles her spear.
"You mean the thing where all the game is hard to find thanks to people moving around?" You point out.
The way she wilts and actually lowers the spear for a moment makes you think you scored a hit there. She perks up after a moment though. "A race then. Your silly wheeled feet against my hooves!"
You raise an eyebrow under your helmet. "Anything else?"
"Umm, combat is possible too, but I don't really want to hurt you." She mutters and drops the spear point finally. "Riddles are supposedly traditional, but I don't know any, and I don't wanna do it." She grumbles. "Traditionally, you're the one supposed to name it though. If you do something silly I'll hang you upside-down by your pants though. The last court guy who said dancing left with hoof marks on his head after I decided he would make a good dance mat." The girl huffs at that.
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Thoughts: Already trouble, I can tell.
[]Accept the challenge.
-[] What sort of challenge will it be?
[]Reject the challenge
-[] Head home
or
-[] Try to pick up the fairy trail
[]Write in
You edge up carefully, shifting your blades back and forth a bit. So long as you have them on and your power invoked, you're far tougher than normal. Which seems to be a big need when you're closer to the centaur woman and can get a sense of her size. She's not that much larger than you actually, but the horse half isn't particularly reassuring. There's a lot of weight, and how she's swinging the spear you get the impression that she's rather proficient in it.
"You!" She hisses as she catches sight of you and pivots on her hind legs in a smooth motion. "More dancing shadow court troublemakers?!" The spear's aimed at you immediately.
You roll back a bit and raise up your hands. "No! I'm actually after them."
The woman snorts and stomps her front legs. The spear shifts and hits the ground. "Not like you're going to get them now. They went up the dead-fall." She nods her head in the direction the fairies had gone. "Getting around that would have let them get free and clear." She pauses in her speech and looks you over. "What court are you? Are those wheels on your feet? Why are you wearing wheels? Wouldn't that make ti really hard to get around here?"
"I'm not in a court?" You lower your hands now that you think she's not hostile.
"Then get lost." The centaur waves her spear. "This is my field. Got nothing here for you, and the hunting's poor with so many things moving through here."
You glance around the field. There's a treeline in the distance that you came out of, and a wide open grassland off to the side. According to the woman there was a dead-fall further in as well, but frankly now that you weren't following the fairies you were fairly sure you were lost. And backtracking might or might not get you back now that you were thinking of it. You made a trail yes, but you hadn't been paying attention on your way in.
"Umm." You trail off.
"You're lost, aren't you?" The woman states flatly and grips her spear tightly. "I have little to offer, but I can offer hospitality." It seems like the words were being pulled from her mouth with pliers, but she said them.
You pause and try to think. Hadn't there been something about eating fairy food in tales? You weren't sure if you wanted to chance that. You waved your hands in reply and rolled back a bit more.
"Well, I'd take directions instead? I followed the fairies from the Skuttlepath Park." You named the park the children had been in.
"Those words make no sense to me." The centaur huffed. "Are you addled in the head? No court and..." Her glowing eyes narrowed and then peered at you. "Wait, you're a lost human?" She grinned widely and pointed her spear at you. Alarmed you moved back even more. "Human, I challenge you! If I win, you'll be my slave!"
"Wait, what?" You blurt out. "Why would I accept that challenge? For that matter, slave?!"
"Yeah, it's like all the tales momma told me!" The centaur practically pranced in place and took a few steps around you, the spear still leading. "A valiant knight running through the wilds and then getting lost. Then he's bound to service for a year and a day! I always wanted one of them!"
"You keep saying it like I'd accept." You state flatly. "Why the hell would I agree to that?"
The centaur stomps a foot. "Well, isn't it obvious? You're lost. I can show you the way!" You've never seen a horse prance, but the woman's lower half is doing a good expression of a happy dance.
Your face goes flat beneath your helmet. Damnit. You could go back the way you came, but you're not sure if you could. Then you have an idea.
"What happens if you lose?" You shoot back.
The centaur woman pauses and stops prancing. She narrows her eyes and brushes her hair back with her free hand. You note that the spear is still locked on you. Despite the woman's demenaer, she is surprisingly disicplined there.
"Well, if I lose then I'll tell you the way, duh!" She states.
"What if I instead wanted to do the same thing to you?" You reply back with a raised eyebrow. Not the she could see it.
"Hah! As if! Sure, if you can beat me!" The centaur laughs at you.
"You'd give up your freedom just for that?" You ask curiously.
"Not like I'd lose." The woman stamps on the ground with a front hoof and continues. "Plus I could start my own court with you! Getting a human knight to wait on me hand and hoof." The woman seems lost in fantasy for a moment before snapping out of it. "I could have you get me soooo many things." She grins evilly.
You roll your eyes. You're getting the impression that she's not quite as mature as she looks. Sure she's savage, but you're put into mind dreaming college girls in her behavior. Admittedly none of them had spears, but the wild dreams felt the same.
"Assuming I agree, what sort of challenge would you want?" You ask.
"Hunting!" She states immediately and wiggles her spear.
"You mean the thing where all the game is hard to find thanks to people moving around?" You point out.
The way she wilts and actually lowers the spear for a moment makes you think you scored a hit there. She perks up after a moment though. "A race then. Your silly wheeled feet against my hooves!"
You raise an eyebrow under your helmet. "Anything else?"
"Umm, combat is possible too, but I don't really want to hurt you." She mutters and drops the spear point finally. "Riddles are supposedly traditional, but I don't know any, and I don't wanna do it." She grumbles. "Traditionally, you're the one supposed to name it though. If you do something silly I'll hang you upside-down by your pants though. The last court guy who said dancing left with hoof marks on his head after I decided he would make a good dance mat." The girl huffs at that.
-----
Thoughts: Already trouble, I can tell.
[]Accept the challenge.
-[] What sort of challenge will it be?
[]Reject the challenge
-[] Head home
or
-[] Try to pick up the fairy trail
[]Write in
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gatewaewanderer
Wandering Fool
- Location
- East Coast, USA
[X]Accept the challenge.
-[X] A proper race on a winding path, not just a sprint.
-[X] Terms are that she gives us directions for catching the fairies Hot Wheels was chasing if we win
-[X] If we win, try to be upfront about Hot Wheels's abilities and do what we can to not be a sore winner and try to keep the centaur from being a sore loser. Otherwise those directions might not be very useful...
-[X] A proper race on a winding path, not just a sprint.
-[X] Terms are that she gives us directions for catching the fairies Hot Wheels was chasing if we win
-[X] If we win, try to be upfront about Hot Wheels's abilities and do what we can to not be a sore winner and try to keep the centaur from being a sore loser. Otherwise those directions might not be very useful...
A race
[X]Accept the challenge.
-[X] A proper race on a winding path, not just a sprint.
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You, probably shouldn't be agreeing to this. You really can't be risking yourself in a competition. But that dream you once had is pushing you just a bit. You had been an invalid dying from cancer. Now you were a hero. Or should be. And a hero didn't back down because of risk. You can't help but feel yourself grin just a bit.
"All right then, race." You state.
The centaur literally bounces happily. "Hahaha! Oh yes I'm going to make you eat dust."
"It has to be a proper race though." You cross your arms and stare at the woman as you make your demands. "Turns and twists. Not a sprint."
The centaur pauses and then nods decisively. "Fair enough. Follow the treeline and you'll hit a path I've worn down. It goes to my tent and the water source I use. We go through there and around the tent, then back here." She points her spear down and slams it into the ground to leave a marker. "First one to touch it after lapping my tent wins."
You look over the area she said and think a bit on it. You don't know the area at all, but you don't think she's going to let you run over the course to be honest. She's already rearing to go.
"On three then?" You move towards her side and look up at her.
She grins widely and stomps on the ground. "One, Two, Three!" She howls out the last part and dashes off in a sprint.
You aren't idle either. She knows the area, but this is a circuit. You'll know the way back. You follow behind as you force your power to compensate for the bumpy ground. These aren't the best skates in the world, you'd need roller blades for that, but they'll work. Your power lets you compensate for a lot.
She's surprisingly fast. You know the horse lower half wasn't for show, but even still there was something special actually seeing it. You've never seen horses go full out either to be honest, so you don't know how she matches up. You have to push yourself just a bit to keep up honestly.
When she glances back to see you still following, she actually seems just a bit surprised and picks it up even more. You let her get a bit of a head, and then see her veer off into the path.
Here's where you catch up. She's still bound by physics. You're not so much anymore. You turn tightly and nearly brush against her green tail. You're tempted to grab it to be cheeky, but you'd rather not be kicked.
The path's fairly straight, but it does have some bend where it has to go around terrain. A big rock here that she bounces around suddenly and causes you to give her a bit of a lead, then a few trees that need to be leaped. Those nearly trip you up to be honest, but not much.
"Hah! You're keeping up better than I'd thought!" She calls back confidently. "You gotta beat me though!"
"You know we have a saying right? Slow and steady wins the race!" You call back and watch the path in front of you.
"That's stupid!" She laughs and then calls back. "Good luck with those wheels in the next part!"
You see what she means quickly. There's a river on the way, and a small sand bank. You see a tent just a few feet away too. An honest to god tepee tent at that. Your mind boggles just a bit, but you dismiss any thoughts that might have come up, and think as fast as you ever have.
Your opponent is slowed just a bit as she leaps the river and lands in the sand. She sinks just a bit and stumbles, obviously having never done something like that before. The momentum is lost there. You have to just take advantage of it.
Well, you've already had a bit of practice jumping with your power, so it wouldn't hurt to continue with it. Your heart leaps into your throat as you crouch down and then kick off right before the river starts. You soar through the air, and land just a foot in front of the woman. The sand gives beneath your feet, and you turn your momentum into a roll.
Sand goes everywhere, and you hear your opponent sputter. You just continue to roll and then your feet are under you. The wheels grind against the sand and you hope your power is up to it. Somehow, someway it is.
The sand falls off as you barely manage to get back to your feet. You have the lead by a hair, and you spin around the tent with all the skill you can maintain.
Unfortunately that just means you're right back to the sand pit, and this time you lack the momentum you had. In a split second you have to make a decision, and you take the turn wider. You need the momentum.
"Don't know what magic you have, but it's not going to help!" Your opponent is covered in sand as she leaps over the river. "See you at the finish knight-slave!"
"Oh yeah right, like I'd let you." You mutter, and push off. Over the river and back you came.
This time you know the path and you give it your all. Over the trees without missing a beat, and then to the big rock. You can see how the path is worn around it. As a quadruped, your opponent has to be careful on certain areas apparently. The rock's just too hard to get over for her.
It would be for you too, if you were on foot. On your skates you jump again. This time using your momentum to climb up the hard surface. You kick off at the peak and soar through the air.
The branches and trees lash at your riding leathers. They hit your helmet as you break through them. Leaves fly everywhere, and you land on the path again. This time ahead of your opponent.
"Cheater!" She shouts and impossibly you can hear her speed up.
You chance a glance back and see her flushed and and sprinting in earnest now. Her horns are lowered as she leans forward and her hair streaming behind her. Her glowing eyes are furiously narrowed.
You laugh. "Can't help it if I'm just better than you at this!" You call back and push yourself.
To the spear. Your breath is coming in gulps now. So is hers though. You have the lead by a hand, then a hair. Soon she's almost neck and neck, and she's larger.
You're so tempted to trip her. You'd take almost no damage.
You won't though. You're a hero. You want to be one. That means being good rather than expedient. You want to win right. You push just a bit harder. You can feel your heart about to burst in your chest, and for a moment you feel those long days when you couldn't breath on your own thanks to the cancer.
It almost causes you to stumble. You don't let it though.
Your hand reaches the spear first, and you fall into a roll as you grab it and hold it tight. After a moment you hold it up in the air in triumph.
"Nooooo!" Your opponent drops to her knees in despair and slams a fist into the ground.
You feel bad for a bit, and then she huffs.
"All right, fair's fair." She brushes back her hair and makes a face at the sand. "All right, you have Huntress Thunder-runner at your service." She gets to her feet and grumbles. "You want directions out?"
-----
Thoughts: Hah! I won!
[] Yes, directions out.
[] Directions to the court of the fairies that you were chasing.
[] Write in
-[X] A proper race on a winding path, not just a sprint.
-----
You, probably shouldn't be agreeing to this. You really can't be risking yourself in a competition. But that dream you once had is pushing you just a bit. You had been an invalid dying from cancer. Now you were a hero. Or should be. And a hero didn't back down because of risk. You can't help but feel yourself grin just a bit.
"All right then, race." You state.
The centaur literally bounces happily. "Hahaha! Oh yes I'm going to make you eat dust."
"It has to be a proper race though." You cross your arms and stare at the woman as you make your demands. "Turns and twists. Not a sprint."
The centaur pauses and then nods decisively. "Fair enough. Follow the treeline and you'll hit a path I've worn down. It goes to my tent and the water source I use. We go through there and around the tent, then back here." She points her spear down and slams it into the ground to leave a marker. "First one to touch it after lapping my tent wins."
You look over the area she said and think a bit on it. You don't know the area at all, but you don't think she's going to let you run over the course to be honest. She's already rearing to go.
"On three then?" You move towards her side and look up at her.
She grins widely and stomps on the ground. "One, Two, Three!" She howls out the last part and dashes off in a sprint.
You aren't idle either. She knows the area, but this is a circuit. You'll know the way back. You follow behind as you force your power to compensate for the bumpy ground. These aren't the best skates in the world, you'd need roller blades for that, but they'll work. Your power lets you compensate for a lot.
She's surprisingly fast. You know the horse lower half wasn't for show, but even still there was something special actually seeing it. You've never seen horses go full out either to be honest, so you don't know how she matches up. You have to push yourself just a bit to keep up honestly.
When she glances back to see you still following, she actually seems just a bit surprised and picks it up even more. You let her get a bit of a head, and then see her veer off into the path.
Here's where you catch up. She's still bound by physics. You're not so much anymore. You turn tightly and nearly brush against her green tail. You're tempted to grab it to be cheeky, but you'd rather not be kicked.
The path's fairly straight, but it does have some bend where it has to go around terrain. A big rock here that she bounces around suddenly and causes you to give her a bit of a lead, then a few trees that need to be leaped. Those nearly trip you up to be honest, but not much.
"Hah! You're keeping up better than I'd thought!" She calls back confidently. "You gotta beat me though!"
"You know we have a saying right? Slow and steady wins the race!" You call back and watch the path in front of you.
"That's stupid!" She laughs and then calls back. "Good luck with those wheels in the next part!"
You see what she means quickly. There's a river on the way, and a small sand bank. You see a tent just a few feet away too. An honest to god tepee tent at that. Your mind boggles just a bit, but you dismiss any thoughts that might have come up, and think as fast as you ever have.
Your opponent is slowed just a bit as she leaps the river and lands in the sand. She sinks just a bit and stumbles, obviously having never done something like that before. The momentum is lost there. You have to just take advantage of it.
Well, you've already had a bit of practice jumping with your power, so it wouldn't hurt to continue with it. Your heart leaps into your throat as you crouch down and then kick off right before the river starts. You soar through the air, and land just a foot in front of the woman. The sand gives beneath your feet, and you turn your momentum into a roll.
Sand goes everywhere, and you hear your opponent sputter. You just continue to roll and then your feet are under you. The wheels grind against the sand and you hope your power is up to it. Somehow, someway it is.
The sand falls off as you barely manage to get back to your feet. You have the lead by a hair, and you spin around the tent with all the skill you can maintain.
Unfortunately that just means you're right back to the sand pit, and this time you lack the momentum you had. In a split second you have to make a decision, and you take the turn wider. You need the momentum.
"Don't know what magic you have, but it's not going to help!" Your opponent is covered in sand as she leaps over the river. "See you at the finish knight-slave!"
"Oh yeah right, like I'd let you." You mutter, and push off. Over the river and back you came.
This time you know the path and you give it your all. Over the trees without missing a beat, and then to the big rock. You can see how the path is worn around it. As a quadruped, your opponent has to be careful on certain areas apparently. The rock's just too hard to get over for her.
It would be for you too, if you were on foot. On your skates you jump again. This time using your momentum to climb up the hard surface. You kick off at the peak and soar through the air.
The branches and trees lash at your riding leathers. They hit your helmet as you break through them. Leaves fly everywhere, and you land on the path again. This time ahead of your opponent.
"Cheater!" She shouts and impossibly you can hear her speed up.
You chance a glance back and see her flushed and and sprinting in earnest now. Her horns are lowered as she leans forward and her hair streaming behind her. Her glowing eyes are furiously narrowed.
You laugh. "Can't help it if I'm just better than you at this!" You call back and push yourself.
To the spear. Your breath is coming in gulps now. So is hers though. You have the lead by a hand, then a hair. Soon she's almost neck and neck, and she's larger.
You're so tempted to trip her. You'd take almost no damage.
You won't though. You're a hero. You want to be one. That means being good rather than expedient. You want to win right. You push just a bit harder. You can feel your heart about to burst in your chest, and for a moment you feel those long days when you couldn't breath on your own thanks to the cancer.
It almost causes you to stumble. You don't let it though.
Your hand reaches the spear first, and you fall into a roll as you grab it and hold it tight. After a moment you hold it up in the air in triumph.
"Nooooo!" Your opponent drops to her knees in despair and slams a fist into the ground.
You feel bad for a bit, and then she huffs.
"All right, fair's fair." She brushes back her hair and makes a face at the sand. "All right, you have Huntress Thunder-runner at your service." She gets to her feet and grumbles. "You want directions out?"
-----
Thoughts: Hah! I won!
[] Yes, directions out.
[] Directions to the court of the fairies that you were chasing.
[] Write in
gatewaewanderer
Wandering Fool
- Location
- East Coast, USA
[X] Directions to the court of the fairies that you were chasing.
- Location
- Philippines
[X] direction and a name if she's ok with it not sure of the customs of this place
Huntress is her 'title' so to speak.