megamania
Hero
CREATION SCHEMA
SEGMENT 346
“IS THAT A BIRD? IS THAT A DRAGON? NO- IT’S SCREECHA!!!!”
1/1/14
ARYTH 5, 999
Suddenly, all of the snow and ice break away from the mountain and glacier face. It destroys and adds to its own mass anything and everything in its path.
“RUN!” screams Alton at the wide-eyed raptor. It begins to sprint as best as it can. Alton pulls out a ring and puts it on while the snow is just reaching them. “I wish Screecha could fly away from this!” The snow covers them and they disappear from view under a thunderous crash of snow, ice, stone and anything and everything caught in its wake.
Then it happens.
A huge raptor carrying a halfling (covering his head and face for the impending crushing death) rises to the air. It calls out in sheer joy. If it could speak in the language of the humans it would be yelling- “I’m Flying! Look at me! I’m Flying!” Instead it is a long carried out series of honks and screeches. Alton dares to peek out from his arms…. “it worked! It worked! We’re alive. You’re flying!” He begins to kiss the ring of wishes but stops.
“HOLY COOLNESS! THAT’S AWESOME!”
Screecha cannot look back to see her new wings. They are multi-colored butterfly wings… like a fairy dragon…. But bigger.
“I love you Screecha.” And the halfling ranger / druid hugs his animal companion’s neck. And they climb up.
A sudden fierce breeze blows across the valley and her flight pattern is disrupted. Just because a wish gave it wings doesn’t mean she knows how to use them. [insert evil DM laugh here]
“Okay girl- lets go back and find the others.”
Screecha looks down. Alton gets a mental call of alarm. “So high!” and rising.
Alton looks over his shoulder…. They are quite high. “Level out girl.”
“How?!?”
Using his druid knowledge of animals… his innate knowledge of all things natural… including birds flying (errr…. Okay- butterflies flying) he tries to convey Flying 101 to it. By time he levels out they are three miles away.
Now leveled out, Alton looks around with a big smile. He giggles as a halfling would. “What is it?” thinks the raptor. “You know I always find a good point in any situation?”
“Yes”
Between our height and being over the ice… there are no insects to get stuck in our teeth!”
They soar but leveled out for two more miles. Something gets Screecha’s attention. Alton looks to it.
“Is that a bird? Can I get the bird?”
“Wellllll…. We really need to retuuuuuuuurrrrrr” and without knowing how she did it, Screecha banks to the left towards the perceived bird.
“Okay…. We can get in a quick snack first…. But be quick.”
The two of them charge at it. “Big bird” says Screecha. “What is it? Yellow?” asks the halfling. “No… looks…. Kinda white. My eyes are not doing well in cold rushing air.” Screecha has wings… but no mutation to the eyes to protect them from the wind.
They close in and at about 100ft they spot the “bird”. Good thing they are coming from above. Blizzard, an ancient White Dragon doesn’t spot them.
Mentally Alton screams to bank to the right- Screecha does and begins to spin wildly down ward. “Ahhhhhh!” screams Screecha. She can’t correct her spinning dive.
“I wish I never wished for your wings!” he screams… forgetting he is still wearing the ring.
Now they begin to tumble through the air… wingless.
“I think I’m going to be sick….” Mumbles Alton.
“Me tooo bleahhhhh……” and the raptor losses its lunch of dried meat.
“ I wish I never made that last wish!”
The ring turns into tarnished copper but once Screecha opens her eyes she discovers they are slowing down. Her outreached wings are slowing them down. She alters the angle slightly and they rocket away further away but now they are not going straight down.
Now, about 12 miles away, she tries to level out again. They hit the snow near the top of a mountain. They skip into the top of another mountain and begin to roll and tumble again. They are on top of a new but much smaller avalanche. It finally stops and all that can be heard is… laughter and snorting.
“We’re alive!” calls out the halfling.
“We’re on the ground!” calls out the raptor in his own language.
SEGMENT 346
“IS THAT A BIRD? IS THAT A DRAGON? NO- IT’S SCREECHA!!!!”
1/1/14
ARYTH 5, 999
Suddenly, all of the snow and ice break away from the mountain and glacier face. It destroys and adds to its own mass anything and everything in its path.
“RUN!” screams Alton at the wide-eyed raptor. It begins to sprint as best as it can. Alton pulls out a ring and puts it on while the snow is just reaching them. “I wish Screecha could fly away from this!” The snow covers them and they disappear from view under a thunderous crash of snow, ice, stone and anything and everything caught in its wake.
Then it happens.
A huge raptor carrying a halfling (covering his head and face for the impending crushing death) rises to the air. It calls out in sheer joy. If it could speak in the language of the humans it would be yelling- “I’m Flying! Look at me! I’m Flying!” Instead it is a long carried out series of honks and screeches. Alton dares to peek out from his arms…. “it worked! It worked! We’re alive. You’re flying!” He begins to kiss the ring of wishes but stops.
“HOLY COOLNESS! THAT’S AWESOME!”
Screecha cannot look back to see her new wings. They are multi-colored butterfly wings… like a fairy dragon…. But bigger.
“I love you Screecha.” And the halfling ranger / druid hugs his animal companion’s neck. And they climb up.
A sudden fierce breeze blows across the valley and her flight pattern is disrupted. Just because a wish gave it wings doesn’t mean she knows how to use them. [insert evil DM laugh here]
“Okay girl- lets go back and find the others.”
Screecha looks down. Alton gets a mental call of alarm. “So high!” and rising.
Alton looks over his shoulder…. They are quite high. “Level out girl.”
“How?!?”
Using his druid knowledge of animals… his innate knowledge of all things natural… including birds flying (errr…. Okay- butterflies flying) he tries to convey Flying 101 to it. By time he levels out they are three miles away.
Now leveled out, Alton looks around with a big smile. He giggles as a halfling would. “What is it?” thinks the raptor. “You know I always find a good point in any situation?”
“Yes”
Between our height and being over the ice… there are no insects to get stuck in our teeth!”
They soar but leveled out for two more miles. Something gets Screecha’s attention. Alton looks to it.
“Is that a bird? Can I get the bird?”
“Wellllll…. We really need to retuuuuuuuurrrrrr” and without knowing how she did it, Screecha banks to the left towards the perceived bird.
“Okay…. We can get in a quick snack first…. But be quick.”
The two of them charge at it. “Big bird” says Screecha. “What is it? Yellow?” asks the halfling. “No… looks…. Kinda white. My eyes are not doing well in cold rushing air.” Screecha has wings… but no mutation to the eyes to protect them from the wind.
They close in and at about 100ft they spot the “bird”. Good thing they are coming from above. Blizzard, an ancient White Dragon doesn’t spot them.
Mentally Alton screams to bank to the right- Screecha does and begins to spin wildly down ward. “Ahhhhhh!” screams Screecha. She can’t correct her spinning dive.
“I wish I never wished for your wings!” he screams… forgetting he is still wearing the ring.
Now they begin to tumble through the air… wingless.
“I think I’m going to be sick….” Mumbles Alton.
“Me tooo bleahhhhh……” and the raptor losses its lunch of dried meat.
“ I wish I never made that last wish!”
The ring turns into tarnished copper but once Screecha opens her eyes she discovers they are slowing down. Her outreached wings are slowing them down. She alters the angle slightly and they rocket away further away but now they are not going straight down.
Now, about 12 miles away, she tries to level out again. They hit the snow near the top of a mountain. They skip into the top of another mountain and begin to roll and tumble again. They are on top of a new but much smaller avalanche. It finally stops and all that can be heard is… laughter and snorting.
“We’re alive!” calls out the halfling.
“We’re on the ground!” calls out the raptor in his own language.