"EQ game HT-PEYOTE AND WHISKEYJACKS HUNT" By klimino (https://pastebin.com/u/klimino) URL: https://pastebin.com/VPBNVRE4 Created on: Thursday 22nd of June 2017 03:56:53 PM CDT Retrieved on: Sunday 25 of October 2020 03:45:19 AM UTC PEYOTE AND WHISKEYJACKS HUNT; Peyote hurriedly drags Whiskeyjack along, warking happily as he hops up and down "C'mon! We gotta hurry, Whiskey!" Whiskeyjack is gonna sign up for this hunting trip because Peyote is making him, but also because he wants to wrestle something dangerous while wearing his armour. "I'm comin, I'm comin'!" Peyote warks again before skidding to a halt in front of the sign-up, checking his armor over and straightening it a tad before calling out "Heya hiya! We're here!" As the two Griffons approach the fancily built stand up next to the Northern tennants, they see two Griffons manning it, one helping a pony out, the other lazily leaning back in his chair. A large nicely made sign reads “HUNTING TOURENY SIGNUPS HERE” above them. “Oh?” the male griffon says, leaning forward, “you two here to sign up?” Whiskeyjack nods in confirmation, the brown-andmanlypink gryphon securing a wyrm's-tooth dagger to his belt with a length of rope on the other side, wearing matching Rock Alligator armour with Peyote. "Hell yeah, my dude." "Yupyup!" the ponchobird warks, pulling his guantlets on and testing them out before fluttering his wings "What do we gotta sign?" “OH, wonderful!” the griffon says with a smile, before handing them both a document.” Please, just fill these out real quick for me then!” The document asks for standard information, such as Name, address, age, race, coloring, if your in a team and with who, please sign here to aknowledge the Hunting Guild isnt responsible for any injuries, maiming, or death.... “Also, we offer a free hunting spear and two javelins to each contestant, and there are some rules you gotta follow. First, you cannot interrupt another hunters Hunt. Second, only one Game may be turned in per team. Third, have fun and be careful!” he says, clearly having practiced this speech plenty by now. Whiskeyjack fills out the sheet without reading a goddamn thing, and then folds it into a little paper airplace, and places it neatly on the signup table. The Griffon watches Whiskey, then blinks, unfolding the thing and frowning. “Your name is 'Incomprehensible scribbles' then?” he says, looking up unamused. Peyote bobs up and down affirmatively, chirping quietly as he listens to all of it before responding "Works f'r me, man!" he says, taking a moment or two to read over the paper as he signs it before hurriedly shoving the paper back "Alright! So, do we just look f'r whatever we like most? Or do we need t' find somethin' specific?" "H-He don't write too good." "Whiskeyjack. Pleased t'meetcha!" The girffon blinks, then shaking his head, shrugs. “Whatever, your friend here filled his out nice and proper, so I guess we'll just be giving any rewards to him!” he says with a smile, turning to Peyote. “Oh, hunt whatever you please really! Er, so long as its an animal of course...” "Oi! My name is plenty legible!" Peyote chirps with laughter, before bobbing his head "So, no huntin' th' most dangerous game?~ Kiddin', though! We'll look f'r th' biggest, nastiest critter we can!" “Righto!” he says with a smile, turning to Whiskey “Right...sure. Anyways, you guys want those weapons or not?” Whiskey tilts his head, then glances at Peyote. "I think I'm fine. My knife's not going to break at all. How about you?" "I've got m' guantlets, so I'll be good! I'm plenty good at wrestlin' monsters, an' these jus' make it better!" "Th' javelins might not be th' worst thing t' have as an extra, though." “right then!” and a moment later, the Griffon returns, handing each of them two hunting javelins. “Now be safe out there!” "Yeah but, time spent throwin' javelins is time you could be spending roping up monsters." Peyote (Poncho) - Today at 11:56 PM "Well, juuuust in case it tries t' run! Ya never know!" Whiskeyjack - Today at 11:56 PM Whiskeyjack warbles as he's handed his javelins, but shrugs nontheless and turns to follow Peyote. Peyote (Poncho) - Today at 11:56 PM "Doubt we'll need 'em!" "So, Whiskey! Which way?" Whiskeyjacks suggest snagging another, bigger rock alligator at the river North since their previous experience, flight and armour give them a huge advantage. "I'd bet with a little mud, or armour could be helpful camo since it's rock-o-dile hide." "Crockadile? I can do that! Might be a little hard t' wrangle, but we can do it! Should we bring it in alive, or dead?" he asks the attendant. “Oh? Huh....err..dead? Wait, yes, dead.” He blinks, slowly nodding. “I mean, your the first to even ask, let alone bring something back alive if you even did.” Whiskeyjack winks and gives Peyote a nudge. "They don't want us outshining the competition too much~. C'mon, bud. You didn't bring anything as a snack that'd give our scent away, did you?" Peyote bobs his head before giving Whiskey a big ol' grin "Gotcha! A-And, no! I-I've only made that mistake twice! I-I won't do it a-again, I-I swear!" he embarassedly warks, before starting to head north. As the two Griffons head north, they see the bright sun up above them, feeling the heat bear down on them as the drag themselves through the jungle. They eventually come to the river, noticing its running a bit faster then normal. [roll for perception, d20] Peyote, 20 Whiskey, 13 Peyote notices two Familiar shapes swimming up the current, though already starting to lose sight of it, however he also notices, just barely, that recently something had come from the river and ran into the jungle, a path of pushed aside bushes and branches leading the way. Whiskey only noticed some fading footprints of some creature heading off to their left, down the current of the river. Peyote hums a little as he looks around, wiggling his armored talons before letting out a quiet little wark "Whiskey, Whiskey!" he whispers "Somethin' left th' river little while ago! We could follow it, 'r go after th' two headin' down th' river." Boy, is Peyote glad he's used to the heat! The footprints seem to be somewhat canine in nature, though quite big, at least double the size of your own. "Looks like... a really, really big dog went thataway." he points towards the jungle Whiskeyjack observes the footprints with a little smile, humming to himself as he notes where they lead. He glances up at Peyote, then at the river, scratching under his chin. Listening to Peyote, he then glances at the river, then back to Peyote. "Well, better to not hunt something that isn't alone.... I really wanna see where these tracks lead~" "They said only one animal per group, didn't they?" "Well... alright! I don't think it'll be a Crock, but we oughta take a look!" he chirps quietly, before heading down the trail of prints "Yupyup. One critter per team." Whiskeyjack follows along, idly thumbing at his coil of rope. "better to grab the biggest, baddest prize then." As they follow the footprints along the river, they quickly take a turn into the jungle. While it becomes harder to follow, they still see signs, such as large, deep claw marks scratched into a tree, or the odd footprint through the undergrowth. Eventually though, they find something...odd, the path suddenly splits, going from a four legged creature into a two? Though the tracks appear to still be of the same type. Whiskeyjack frowns, glancing at Peyote. "If it's a diamond dog then we might be out of luck. They may be cunts, but they're sentient at least. Better keep going to make sure, tho'." "...Bwuh. W-Well, why don't we keep lookin'? What's th' worst that can happen? If it's a Diamond Dog, we can chitterchat b'fore headin' somewhere else." he chirps, before following the trail! "Agreed!" As they follow the left path, they slowly notice it curving back towards the other, before after a bit, they come across some bones where the two paths reconnect! Looking ahead, the two again become a single path, now a four legged animal again. [roll perception, d20, 11+ success] Peyote,13-success Whiskey, 3-fail As they are inspecting the little dining site, Peyote notices something interesting. The two set of paws seem to walk literally over eachother, the footprint pattern at one part only really being possible if for a moment they phased through eachother, or were trying to make themselves look like a bigger creature via lining up prints like one. "Huh. Almost looks like it's two critters walkin' over each other." he warks, before humming quietly "T-This might not be too worthwhile, if this's what it looks like." Whiskeyjack was distracted with eating an apple, and glances up at Peyote. "uh? What does it look like?" "H-Hey! Chuck that apple!" "It looks like two critters were tryin' t' walk along an' look like one critter." "Ya know... that means it may not be one big monster?" Whiskeyjack-Today at 12:37 AM "So, you want to go back to that fork in the trail? There were more tracks there, right?" Peyote (Poncho)-Today at 12:37 AM "No, Whiskey, th' paths reconnect." "Were ya payin' attention at all? It's not one critter, it's two." "This might be a bust. We can keep followin' an' see if we bump int' anythin'. They're still big footprints, so it might be worth lookin' into." H-How many more snacks did ya bring? We oughta chuck 'em." "Truthfully; I wasn't payin' attention. We should still follow the path, tho." he says, waddling over the the side of the road to scoop aside some dirt and bury the apple core, like a good little green thumb. "So I'm with ya' there!" Peyote nods, and keeps forging on . As they continue down the path, they eventually come a a large, knocked over tree, the rotting inside akin to a tunnel almost, and big enough for them to stand up in even. On the other side, due to the echo, they hear sounds of animals fighting! Whiskeyjack-Today at 12:45 AM Whiskeyjack perks up and nudges Peyote, creeping forward for a better look! Peyote (Poncho)-Today at 12:45 AM Peyote warks a little, motioning for Whiskey to follow as he starts to head for the fallen tree "Hey, heyey! This mighta been pretty good!" he whispers "Let's stay quiet an' see what it is!" As they near the other side, they are met with an opening, where they see an interesting sight. Two large creatures, with the legs and head of a wolf, but the body of a rooster, other twice as big a either of them, circle around some sorta buff as fuck frog with goat features, almost as big as them! The thing is injured, probably due to not only being doubled teamed, but the things being bigger then it. With an odd bark-squawk, one of the two dogkins charges, the frog shooting its tongue out at it and....suddenly, just for a moment, the dogkin goes transparent, the tongue going right though it as it sidesteps out of the way and jumps, landing on the frog and digging its claws and teeth into it! "H...H-Huh. That's a kinda odd critter, don'tcha think?" Whiskeyjack perks up, and nudges Peyote. "Let's grab one of those wolf-cocks! Even up the odds a little for that other monster! We don't wanna just pick off the winner while it's weak, right?" he says with a grin, readying his rope "...Wow, that came out wrong." "Who comes up with this shit?" Peyote snickers a little bit, before bopping Whiskeyjack teasingly before nodding. He grips his talons tightly, before getting ready to leap for the closer one! "Th' same people that name their cities 'Van-Hoof-er'. So... closest one, right now? Want me t' go first?" Whiskeyjack wiggles his hips like a cat ready to pounce, waiting to rope up one of the wolf-monsters once the other two become a bit too separated. "Wait for the right moment, and you pull its legs from under it while I rope its head. Ready...?" "Ready!" he whispers [Peyote and Whiskey, roll d20 for hog tying? +2 for distracted target and animal skills! 7+ pass, 14+ success, 1- crit fail] Peyote,21-fucking success Whiskey,10-pass As the two charge out, Peyote quickly slips its legs out from under it, getting a confused dark-squawk from it! However the thing starts threashing like mad, and while Whiskey is able to get its head under his arm it is pretty strong and he cant seem to rope it. And then it goes transparent, slipping from their grasp and quickly kicking up and running off to its friend, who they see has already killed the goat-frog thing! Bawk-growling, they both turn to you two...and then go transparent, walking into one another and becoming one large, two headed beast! The front half of its now four legged body is fully wolf, with its back half being of a chicken only now, the wings attached to its hips in this form. It hold its head high, growl-chirping louder and it scratches at the ground, However you can tell from experience they are simply trying to scare you off with superior size. "B-Bwuh! I-It phased into one big critter!" the griffon warks, scrabbling up off the ground shuddering a little. He stops a bit and shakes his head, before puffing his chest up and flaring his wings out "It's tryin' t' scare us! on't back down, we can handle it! "Uhm... what should we do, though?" Whiskeyjack blinks as the creature slips out of his grasp and he lands on his feet with a steadying flap of his wings. "Well I'll be damned!" He exclaims, uncoiling his rope and flicking the end back and forth in a circular motion infront of the beast, confusing it's sense of range by snapping the rope at them. "Stick to the plan, you go low, I'll go high!" He calls out, snapping the rope at the beast aggressively to make an intimidating whipcrack noise, before he flaps his wings and leaps at one of the heads! Peyote bobs his head a little, smacking his metal-plated talons together and screeching loudly in response to the growl before lurching forward and smacking at its ankles, before trying to yank its forelegs out from under it! [Peyote, roll d20 +2 for skill and unexpected aggression! 8+ pass, 13+ success, 1- crit fail] [Whiskey, roll d20 +2 for skill and whip distraction! 9+ pass, 15+ success, 2- crit fail] Peyote,16-success Whiskey,19- success Peyote is able to quickly flip its feet out from under it, it quickly falling to its knees! Meanwhile Whiskey is able to get around a head again, but for a moment it blinks once again, rolling off to the side and splitting into two again! They notices however, they both seem out of breath, hinting at large energy consumption to use that trick of theirs. "D-Drat! Again! But... Looks like it can't do that too often! If we keep th' pressure up, we won't gotta worry 'bout that phasin' trick! Buuut... we gotta get it t' re-merge! Bigger kill that way, ya know? Maybe if we force 'em t'gether, we can get 'em t' refuse!" "Great idea! Let's circle em' one more time, and force them back into eachother before we go for the kill!" he says with a grin, circling the two monsters so they were between him and Peyote. Whiskey advances threateningly on the beasts, raising his rope high in the air above his head and slapping it down on the ground to kick up grass and dirt, turning the aggression up to 11 as he waits to synchronise another attack with Peyote! Peyote bobs his head before starting to circle around, flapping his wings and warking angrily! He waits until he and the other griffon have encircled their Quarry, before screeching loudly and springing into the air, trying to swing at the WolfCock's neck and knock the wind outta it! [Peyote, d20 +2 for skill and being a scary birb, 8+ pass, 16+ success, 2- crit fail] [Whiskey, d20 +2 for skill and rope distraction, 8+ pass, 16+ success, 2- crit fail] Peyote, 11-pass 1/3 Whiskey, 4-fail Peyote is able to quickly get forward, but his aims a bit off, hitting it across the snout, the thing yelping and taking a step back. Whiskey however isnt so lucky, the beast knocking aside his rope and jumping at him. The beast weighting more, this allowed it to push against his chest with its full weight, sending him tumbling back a good few feet. With Whiskey farther away, and hearing its friend squawk-bark in pain, the fucking things does a BACKFLIP, using its wings to twist in the air, suddenly above Peyote, dive bombing him with talons! Peyote warks in surprise as he finds himself up against a dive-bombing wolfbird! His aggressive display falters a little, but he decides the worst thing he could do is fold back! He tries his best to puff himself up further, before springing back into the air to meet the creature mid-air with a guantleted smack! Whiskeyjack blinks as he takes a moment to adjust himself, when he sees his quarry is turning around! Instinctively, Whiskey reaches for his belt and pulls out the wyrm-tooth dagger! The thing's got some heft to it, so with a two-step running start he hurls the dagger at the airborn monster! [Peyote, roll d20, +1 for skill! 9+ pass, 16+ success, 3- crit fail] [Whiskey, roll d20 for throw! 7+ pass, 17+ success, 5- crit fail] Peyote,19-success Whiskey, 11- pass Peyote is able to avoid his challengers claw, getting it square in the jaw and sending it squawk-barking back a good few feet as it flops on the ground! Whiskey gulps, his knife now heading directly for Peyote! ...and then the other one stands up and gets the dagger embedded in its should quickly panicking and starts running off towards the jungle! Whiskey is ready to move from the moment he throws his dagger, and he's sprinting after the wounded beast, snatching up his rope as his long wings flap to give him a burst a of speed! "Don't let him steal my knife and go off wounded! Make em' fuse!" he calls out as he goes for his special technique- a flying spear tackle! Peyote warks victoriously as he clobbers the first cockdog, before landing back on the ground and stumbling a little "Should I help ya yank it back int' this one, 'r jus' secure th' one I just walloped?" "E-Err, right, get 'im back!" he shouts, before darting after the critter! With a bit of quick thinking, he grabs his own length of rope, hastily ties it around the spear, and hurls it at the fleeing cockdog! [Peyote roll d20 for harpooning! 8+ pass, 15+ success, 3- crit fail] [Whiskey, roll d20 for tackle? +1 for skills! 7+ pass, 17+ success, 3- crit fail] Peyote,re-roll, 8-pass 2/3 Whiskey,re-roll failed, 10-pass 1/3 Peyote manages to skim the creature, and while this gets his weapon stuck in a tree, it does cause it to change direction sharply, giving the more time to catch it! Whiskey also ends up only gripping some tail feathers, getting spun around but unable to hold on, releases the thing, it now running right toward its friend, whos getting back up! Whiskeyjack gets up with a huff and dusts himself off, pulling a javelion from its belt. "Alright... the moment it fuses together, toss another spear!" Whiskeyjack calls out to Peyote, preparing to do just that himself. Peyote drops his rope-spear and nods, pulling out his second Javelin and readying himself! As they watch, the injured one bark-chirps at the first as it gets to its feet and....the one getting up simply turns and starts running away along with the injured one. "Aw damnit, throw anyways!" Whiskeyjack says, starting to run after them as he hurls his javelin. "D-Drat! I ain't too good with th' javelins, anyways! I'll just dive-bomb onna them an' tackle it int' the other!" he warks, re-stowing the javelin and going for a loud, angry divebomb! [Whiskey, d20 for throwing! 9+ pass, 15+ success, 4- crit fail] [Peyote, d20+2 for skill! 8+ pass, 16+ success, 3- crit fail] Whiskey, re-roll,15- success 2/3 Peyote,21-success 2/3 Peyote successfully dive bombs the injured one, pinning it against the ground, knocking the breath out of it as he uses it as a cushion for landing! The other ones gets a javelin straight to its back ,causing it to bark-chirp in pain and tumble over a good number of times, twitching on the ground... You notice the rolling shattered the javelin shaft though. "Q-Quick! Shove 'em t'gether, th' second one looks pretty close t' dead!" Whiskeyjack keeps running as he hurries over, producing his other javelin as he's ready to finish the wounded creature off. Before he does, however, he figures it can't hurt to grab hold of the wounded monster's head, and bonk it against the others. Who knows; maybe cartoon logic will kick in. dragging the knocked out and dying creatures together causes.....them to simply be two injured creatures ontop of eachother, one of them bleeding out on the other. Peyote gets the best grip he can manage on the beastie, before bobbing his head "S-Stupid cartoon logic, go!" he warks, before shoving the stunned cockdog he's on top of into the twitchy one next to it! Still nothing, though he notices his is slowly starting to wake up... Whiskeyjack sighs irritably and his wings twitch as the beast starts to stirr. "Uh-oh! Better not test our luck!" he says, bringing the point down on the waking beast while it was still helpless. It twitches, and then goes limp. He notices the injured one has stopped moving too... Peyote nods and gets a good grip on his cockdog's head, before getting ready to try his best to snap it "Y-Yeah! Just finish 'em off as clean as we ca-... b-bwuh?" Whiskeyjack decides to give the other one a stab for good measure. Winking at Peyote as he does the deed quickly with the weapon, he huffs. "Damnit... that beast was going to be so impressive. Tell you what, let's drag both of these wolf monsters back and turn them in. The rules said only one beast, but maybe they know what these things are! They might accept both if we tell them that they could fuse together and we had to fight them both anyways." "Mhmm! Maybe!" he warks, before going for the neck snap anyways... juuust in case! It proves to be a little harder, so instead, he just goes for a quick, hard strike at the back of its neck! "Hopefully they'll get it." "They better!" Whiskey says with a tired huff, pulling free his wyverntooth dagger after giving both of them a well-placed stab to confirm the kill. The brown and pink birb squares away his knife and rope, deciding it would look more impressive to leave the javelins embedded in the beasts. Whiskey takes a moment to heft his dead wolfbeast over his back to drag back to town, high on adrenaline and ready to win this competition! "We should have brought torches. I hear wolves ill-like fire~' Peyote hefts his own monster up on to his back, trying one last time to bonk the two crotters together as forcefully as he can manage! Regardless, he starts to head for town! "Really? Their kind hate fire and ice both!" "Glad we knew they hunted in packs, though. Woulda been confusin'." Back at the stand, they actually agree to count it a one. “Chickogs are naturally born as twins with a special connection to eachother to the point of being able to find eachother over nearly any distance if somehow separated, and can only fuse with their twin. While some points may be taken off for not getting it a whole, it will be counted as one kill.” Whiskeyjack is damn glad to hear this, and after he makes sure the wise-guy at the signup has all of Whiskey's paperwork filed properly, he gives Peyote a high-five! "Chickogs? Huh. Well, that's an awful lot bettern' cockdog... still sounds silly though." he warks, before excitedly returning the high five and pulling the other griff into the tightest hug he can manage! Peyote squawks eagerly, hopping up and down in place as he chirps out "We did it! We did it! I wonder what we can make from th' critter!" "Wew!" He chuckles, wriggling in the hug. "I just wish there was something unusual about them that we could make trophies out of, y'know? People might just think we killed a big dog or chicken!"