As Ruhe had foretold in his epic club piece, the race was meant to be deadly. Instead of flaming rocks, however, it were stifling amount of water. Ruhe and his avian steed were not unscathed when the clouds tore, but this weather was metal so Ruhe approved greatly. He urged Onikage onward with metal on his lips. That probably contributed to oxygen shortage, but the hell with breathing.
Quote:
"Sky is puking, hell breaks loose
Don't hide, fucker, there's no use
Only way this can be faced
Mount your bird and win the race
*growl on* Moooount your bird and win-the-race! *growl off*
LA6. Rain is Falling on My Hhead! Stamina! TN15:
2d10o10 13 [Nada Points, Fatigued]
When the actual riding happened, Ruhe found himself in more familiar element, and he took his bird on a slippery road and he rode till it could no more.
Quote:
Shrieks, necks broken where birds slip
Half the racers lose their grip
Spur your bird to deadly pace
Only way to live through race
*growl on* Onlyyyy waaaay to-live-through-race! *growl off*
LA6. Birbride hell yeah! Unskilled. Fatigued. TN20.:
4d10 27 [1 Point!]
And no more was the fungal forest. No amount of metal encouragement seemed to be convincing Onikage to go forth, through, and hence.
Quote:
Shroomfull jungle, that's bad luck
Decimating all birds stuck
Wanna live? Give damn chase
Else you'll die during this race
*growl on* Else you'll dieeeeee durin'-th'-race! *growl off*
LA6. Fung us ALL! Unskilled. Fatigued. TN20.:
3d10 12[Nada Points]
ONE POINT \m/
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But after all the tribulations of getting back, Ruhe still felt it was all worth it! Tiredness be damned, he performed for the racers without holding back!
Quote:
Die, die, die, none watertight
Scorn, scorn, scorn from waterfall!
Chickenmeatfuckingdrowns
Chickenshitputsyoudown, yeah!"
LA6. Fluff Fiddle. 3R. Fatigued.:
8d10o10k5 45