Badlands
A large expanse of dry terrain. Tall rock formations have eroded away into hills, cliffs, and canyons. The terrain is difficult to traverse for the weak or inexperienced. Dry desert grasses, shrubs, and cactus grow here. At night the land comes alive with creatures, from snakes to antelope.
[p] Magic in my bones
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OOC Date: 10-20-2024, 12:32 AM
IC THREAD DATE: 10/02/2024  in  Badlands  —  
DUSKORNA
NOBLE
Species Male Other Canid
Build Adult Lean 16"
Trade NOVICE ARTISAN
Trade NOVICE SHAMAN
Health5 Dexterity3
Arcana 4 Medicine 1
Charisma 4 Perception 4
Constitution 1 Stealth 3
Deception 4 Strength 1
MagicSIREN SONG
MagicLIGHT ELEMENT
MagicCLAIRVOYANCE
MagicTELEPATHY
Magic
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"Try shaking your coat a bit. It helps keep that stuff out--"  Eons ears perked at the suggestion, immediately doing so - though it didn't help much. The sand only seemed to be growing heavier as the seconds ticked by.

"Did you hear that noise? Earlier I mean....Maybe it was just a passing snake," Eon would give a nod. "A snake, yeah." He wasn't sure he believed it but wanted to remain optimistic.

"Ours comes from the deliverance of our God, he helps us in our times of need. He gifted our family with telekinesis, which we use daily. Just as it sounds your Goddess is a helpful one as well."  He'd nod. He wasn't sure Gatlin completely understood the depth of Tsillah. She wasn't a helpful goddess - quite the opposite, actually. She tested the will of her followers, giving them challenges to persevere and learn from. If this had been a different circumstance, Eon might have corrected him, but he now finds it more beneficial to save his breath. He had a feeling Tsillah was going to test him very soon.

And.... there it was.  "Hah! It was a snake. Are you sure you're not secretly psychic, too?"  Gatlin seemed to take the situation much more seriously, running straight toward the snake and aiming for a powerful blow to its head. "I - I wouldn't..." Eon watched as the land missed, and large fangs sunk into Gatlin's hip... Shit. He had to think fast.

Spreading his wings, the small wolf flew into the air, aiming to be close enough to attract the snake's attention while remaining just out of grasp. He'd also hover a bunch of lights around him, trying everything he could to keep the snake's eyes on him. "I'll distract it - you, attack."  It made the most sense this way.  Regrettably, Gatlin could hit a much heavier blow than he could,  but he was learning that didn't make him completely useless in battle. He just had to be smart about it.

Charisma Roll:
Success: +1 level to Gatlins next attack on the snake
Fail: Does nothing

NOTE: (Since we can't go above 1 damage; I just want to add the Snake does 1 thats my bad)