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Message: <blockquote data-quote="97mg" data-source="post: 7199934" data-attributes="member: 6799460">Shelladda - Grasses & BloodRarely did the druidess ever feel like prey. The same however, couldn't be said for her four-legged companion. A wild herd animal by nature, Shelladda's bond to the beast had come with consequences. Many a time it caused a ripple of guilt in her mind; that an animal destined to roam free in the safety of numbers, or to work diligently on the land in service to her race, had instead chosen to be a solitary friend.Ruddah had sacrificed much of a normal life to serve this warm-hearted woman. Their friendship was born of many things; adoption and care early in the calf's life, Shelladda's natural empathy and way with nature's gifts, and of course her nomadic knowledge collected as a wandering druidess. They had seen much and traveled far.The buffalo should have been the one in a herd, not these foul little bipedal tools of evil, growing in numbers at her flank. The tables had well and truly been turned.The ugly tone of a horn blast signaled change. Shelladda risked a swift glance to the source of the sound, whilst the goblins in front celebrated the arrival of reinforcements. ~At least seven more! And who knows how many more behind.~Shelladda's way of life was tuned for survival. Not glory or tales of great martyrdom. Not taking blood-soiled risks so as to gloat and demand respect. Life was too precious for all that. Soon, she noted, they would lose all advantage. They would be swamped and swallowed, perhaps killed... or worse. Her instinct matched the buffalo's. Their linkage worked both ways at times. The beast often thought much like a human, and the human often thought like a beast.Ruddah wasn't one to accept imprisonment quietly. Without the freedom of one's hooves upon the earth, what good was life? With a great wail, writhing in denial, foam flying from her jaw, he fought for freedom with every muscle and inch of flesh.And then he was free. Slowed perhaps by the stickyness which still clinged, but free enough to follow instinct. Survive.Shelladda's options were limited. She focused her efforts on the same precious thing. Freedom. Carefully, judging distances and with blade gripped defensively, she backed away, withdrawing from the melee towards her buffalo friend.But what of the stranger? The man who fought a common enemy? It was time to see if his thoughts matched her own. To be continued...[Ruddah DC17 Str check = 19.  Questions before I conclude post and pass initiative to Joseth:Is Ruddah's check a full round or standard action?Is Ruddah close enough to be within 5ft of Shelladda at the end of her move (up to 60ft)]</blockquote>

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