To the East of Whalerdrake, there lies the Pineroot Woods. Filled with spooky tales of strange plant and buglife, and wild hounds, most citizens of Whalerdrake avoid the woods if at all possible. But one family of lumberjacks, long ago, went into the woods and never returned...
Deep in the woods, in a woodcutter's shack, a man and his son, both dressed in ninja outfits, had just finished the morning exercise of 100 pushups, 100 pushups with one arm, and 100 pushups without legs. Or, at least, the father did. After a minute of flexing his muscles, he turned his head so quickly towards his son, "Sampson. Hear me." Clapping his hands together, "Hm! To be the best means you must defeat the rest. Hiya!" He split a nearby log with his bare hand, the small table rattling.
Collecting the wood and stacking it in the corner, where all the other chopped pieces sat, the man brushed his hands together, "I've seen them, while practicing my stealth. People dressed like ninjas, but are clearly not ninjas. They insult us, son." Crossing his arms over his chest, he gave an ominous look, "They insult our honor...they must be taught a lesson!"
Deep in the woods, in a woodcutter's shack, a man and his son, both dressed in ninja outfits, had just finished the morning exercise of 100 pushups, 100 pushups with one arm, and 100 pushups without legs. Or, at least, the father did. After a minute of flexing his muscles, he turned his head so quickly towards his son, "Sampson. Hear me." Clapping his hands together, "Hm! To be the best means you must defeat the rest. Hiya!" He split a nearby log with his bare hand, the small table rattling.
Collecting the wood and stacking it in the corner, where all the other chopped pieces sat, the man brushed his hands together, "I've seen them, while practicing my stealth. People dressed like ninjas, but are clearly not ninjas. They insult us, son." Crossing his arms over his chest, he gave an ominous look, "They insult our honor...they must be taught a lesson!"
The woods were quite at this hour, the Pokemon busy with other tasks like foraging for food and making certain their shelters are free of immediate dangers. The mid-day sun shone through the forest's canopy in spaced-out spots and various Pokemon were basking in the sun above the ground floor.
But none of them seemed to pay attention to the ninja travelling through and he found himself on the other side of Whalerdrake soon enough. The sun was still up and some of the citizens were outside, gossiping about the recent meteor shower, "Did you see it fall down like that? Lit up the sky, it did." One of the gossipers, who wore a brown coat and cap, shook his head, "And someone spotted one of those bad luck Pokemon, those Absols. Bad times are a'coming." All three nodded between themselves.
But none of them seemed to pay attention to the ninja travelling through and he found himself on the other side of Whalerdrake soon enough. The sun was still up and some of the citizens were outside, gossiping about the recent meteor shower, "Did you see it fall down like that? Lit up the sky, it did." One of the gossipers, who wore a brown coat and cap, shook his head, "And someone spotted one of those bad luck Pokemon, those Absols. Bad times are a'coming." All three nodded between themselves.
rolled 1d100 and got 14
Don't mind this dice roll
The town of Whalerdrake wasn't too far away from where the citizens lingered to talk and gossip. Several people looked up from their task to make inquisitive looks towards the boy, but soon shrugged their shoulders and returned to repairing shoes or roofing. A man exited the nearby Pokemart and others were talking about the good old days. Standing outside their houses and sharing warm mugs of cider.
Somewhere, floating to the young ninja, was his father's training: "If you wish to complete a task, you must first decide what the task is, and the best skill to complete it." There were quite a few people around the town, but not too many. Everything appeared to be normal, for Whalerdrake.
Somewhere, floating to the young ninja, was his father's training: "If you wish to complete a task, you must first decide what the task is, and the best skill to complete it." There were quite a few people around the town, but not too many. Everything appeared to be normal, for Whalerdrake.
Sampson's father slowly popped into the boy's head with his words, "If you don't see with your eyes, you must trust your gut. Your gut will lead your eyes if you listen." Curling a log that his hand had left its imprint in, "You have to trust chance if you want to use your gut. And you can't chance anything if you sit down."
The image of his father starts to fade, but then strengthens as he flexes his bulging biceps, "Keep your eyes open, son." Then he vanishes.
[Super funny, but! To be a ninja, you must use skills. Skills are found under mechanic section, and if you don't have a bonus, are simply a d20. It looks like this: see example below.]
The image of his father starts to fade, but then strengthens as he flexes his bulging biceps, "Keep your eyes open, son." Then he vanishes.
[Super funny, but! To be a ninja, you must use skills. Skills are found under mechanic section, and if you don't have a bonus, are simply a d20. It looks like this: see example below.]
rolled 1d20 and got 18
This is an exmaple