Boot Camp Day 5

Day 5: Male Mermaid, Envious, Coin purse and coins
(Just a note: These are posted with no alteration at all. I write them and save them and don't do any spell checking or editing on them. Once I get the three cards I have 24 hours to write the scene.)
Pursecatcher. The name rankled him, but now he was stuck with it.
It seemed so unfair. The fates obviously hated him. On their last raid the ship was full of women. So many of his fellow merfolk got their names that day once they overtook the ship and started it sinking. Didn't he dril the main hole that would spell the land dwellers' doom? But no one named him Hole of Wrath or anything wonderful like that. No.
As the ship went down he tried so hard to grab one of the women, but another, now known as Yelling Woman Grabber knocked him out of the way. As she was encircled by that obnoxious kelpling's arms her coin purse fell neatly into his right hand, and of course now he was stuck with the name for all time.
Derision was his lot in life. His clan's most lucrative raid yet, and he got a purse of coins and nothing else. According to the women trapped in a cave below the ship was taking brides to a settlement. Now, after the priest got finished changing their legs into tails, they would instead become the brides of their captors.
And all he had was a lousy purse full of gold coins. Worthless. The fates definitely hated him. He turned as Blondesnatcher said, "Hey, Pursecatcher, better luck next raid."
Yeah, the fates hated him.
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Boot Camp Day 6

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Day 6: Male Rhinorilla, Enraged, Mirror
Jara and Pelador sat beside the window.
"Pelidor said, "You're sure it can't get through the glass?"
Jara nodded, her elven face a mask. "This is an inch thick of glasssteel. We tested how much it could pull and it can't even begin to come through this."
Pelidor said, "How smart is it?"
Jara said, "Watch this and judge for yourself."
The pair looked into the room and Jara pointed at a wall. The wall shimmered, then turned into a mirror.
Pellidor said, "That safe too?"
Jara tried to hide her frustration. Some peoples, especially the above grounders like this half orc, worried too much.
"It's polished adamantine that we purified to a silver shine. If it can break through it it can break through anything."
They heard a snort, and the creature came into view. It's massive grey hide on the body changed to dark fur and massive arms with a round head and blunt nose.
Pelidor smiled. "You really did it, Jara. Score one for the Dark Elves."
The rhinorilla, easily the most fearsom centauroid ever created, looked at the mirrored wall, then snorted. it charged, slamming into the wall. It saw its foe shaken and slammed into it again. Jara touched the crystal that opaqued the wall and said, "See, pretty stupid. But I worked too long on this creation to let it smash itself to death."
Pelidor said, "Can it be trained? It's useless in our struggle if it can't unless you just want chaos."
Jara said, "What's wrong with a little cchaos? But yes, we can train it, just like any dumb animal, though it's better to keep a bit farther away. We'll have an entire force of them by the time we start our first big battle."
In the cage the Rhinorilla got up and shook off the pain. That should be enough to convince them he was just a dumb animal. Now came the hard part -- convincing them he was learning their training. And then they'd make the mistake of letting him out of this cage. That would be their big mistake, one they wouldn't live to regret.
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Boot Camp Day 6

Day 6: Male Rhinorilla, Enraged, Mirror
Jara and Pelador sat beside the window.
"Pelidor said, "You're sure it can't get through the glass?"
Jara nodded, her elven face a mask. "This is an inch thick of glasssteel. We tested how much it could pull and it can't even begin to come through this."
Pelidor said, "How smart is it?"
Jara said, "Watch this and judge for yourself."
The pair looked into the room and Jara pointed at a wall. The wall shimmered, then turned into a mirror.
Pellidor said, "That safe too?"
Jara tried to hide her frustration. Some peoples, especially the above grounders like this half orc, worried too much.
"It's polished adamantine that we purified to a silver shine. If it can break through it it can break through anything."
They heard a snort, and the creature came into view. It's massive grey hide on the body changed to dark fur and massive arms with a round head and blunt nose.
Pelidor smiled. "You really did it, Jara. Score one for the Dark Elves."
The rhinorilla, easily the most fearsom centauroid ever created, looked at the mirrored wall, then snorted. it charged, slamming into the wall. It saw its foe shaken and slammed into it again. Jara touched the crystal that opaqued the wall and said, "See, pretty stupid. But I worked too long on this creation to let it smash itself to death."
Pelidor said, "Can it be trained? It's useless in our struggle if it can't unless you just want chaos."
Jara said, "What's wrong with a little cchaos? But yes, we can train it, just like any dumb animal, though it's better to keep a bit farther away. We'll have an entire force of them by the time we start our first big battle."
In the cage the Rhinorilla got up and shook off the pain. That should be enough to convince them he was just a dumb animal. Now came the hard part -- convincing them he was learning their training. And then they'd make the mistake of letting him out of this cage. That would be their big mistake, one they wouldn't live to regret.
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