Post by Bast on May 18, 2014 15:26:37 GMT
The Snail Races were the ranches pride and joy and after the “Great Snail Death Races” last week where an enchanter had had the great idea to fill all the race tracks around the ranch with enchanted boosters and mechanical traps to make the races that more interesting, All the snails except the winner that made its way for freedom on enchanted booster after winning the final game, the ranch was left with no snails. This was how Bast had come to the ranch after seeing some of the many fliers and posters for the races and its latest predicament.
Bast listened to Rancher and his desires for the snails to be from close by so the snails do not fear the distance they will have to travel to reach such a faraway place for home, he believes it affects their desire to leave and so they race slower. He warns that the bog may have hidden a few and even moved some of the death race traps and enchantments, so be careful they might send your legs flying if you step on an enchantment or cut your toes off if you step on a trap. Yes this is a dangerous mission and one where you must go in search not only for snails to race but ones with character, drive and ferocity so as to make sure the races are good ones.
He repeats the danger of this mission you are to be handling monsters of a deadly sought but they must be brought back as little damaged as possible, want to leave the damage to happen during the races. Bast was finding this man to have an extreme amount of desires for such a mission he wasn’t even willing to give Bast the containers for catching these things till some more adventurers had arrived. This was a mission to wrangle up monsters after all you can’t be a posse with just one wrangler. So Bast waited looking around the ranch to see race tracks all around each with walls speckled in white likely salt to keep the snails in and thought if the ranch owner was right and the bog moved the traps around their might be a few sharp injuries to this mission he had taken on for its apparent ease and sighed well he was sure he would find out soon enough. He wondered what kind of adventures would join him on this “quest”.
He sat waiting listening to the rancher talk of stories of others that had taken up the task, having helped build their snails personalities and characters by, such things as killing their families, while one snail watched to try and insight revenge, others holding them captive and having each race they won decide the fate of a family member, freedom or death. Motivation the man said was a key to a snail’s personality… Bast drifted off a bit thinking this man was insanely in love with his races. Yet they sounded quite barbaric, even if the man did love them.
Word Count: 508
Bast listened to Rancher and his desires for the snails to be from close by so the snails do not fear the distance they will have to travel to reach such a faraway place for home, he believes it affects their desire to leave and so they race slower. He warns that the bog may have hidden a few and even moved some of the death race traps and enchantments, so be careful they might send your legs flying if you step on an enchantment or cut your toes off if you step on a trap. Yes this is a dangerous mission and one where you must go in search not only for snails to race but ones with character, drive and ferocity so as to make sure the races are good ones.
He repeats the danger of this mission you are to be handling monsters of a deadly sought but they must be brought back as little damaged as possible, want to leave the damage to happen during the races. Bast was finding this man to have an extreme amount of desires for such a mission he wasn’t even willing to give Bast the containers for catching these things till some more adventurers had arrived. This was a mission to wrangle up monsters after all you can’t be a posse with just one wrangler. So Bast waited looking around the ranch to see race tracks all around each with walls speckled in white likely salt to keep the snails in and thought if the ranch owner was right and the bog moved the traps around their might be a few sharp injuries to this mission he had taken on for its apparent ease and sighed well he was sure he would find out soon enough. He wondered what kind of adventures would join him on this “quest”.
He sat waiting listening to the rancher talk of stories of others that had taken up the task, having helped build their snails personalities and characters by, such things as killing their families, while one snail watched to try and insight revenge, others holding them captive and having each race they won decide the fate of a family member, freedom or death. Motivation the man said was a key to a snail’s personality… Bast drifted off a bit thinking this man was insanely in love with his races. Yet they sounded quite barbaric, even if the man did love them.
Word Count: 508
