Intellect Event

A thick fog has covered most of the Tar Pits, making it difficult to even see your own paws, let alone past that. Wandering souls accidentally stumble into the pits, and must figure out how to free themselves (or others) as they realize their paws are sinking into the thick asphalt. Can they do it before time runs out? Or will they become a part of prehistoric history?

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If you complete this thread with at least 3 rounds each, you can claim extra skill points in intellect for participating in a random event! Only the first three participants are allowed to respond. Please be aware that if you take more than three days to reply you might be skipped that round!

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[b]Skill[/b]: Intellect
[b]Points claiming[/b]: 15
[b]For what?[/b]: Participated in a intellect-related random event (tar pits)
[b]Proof[/b]: <a href="LINKHERE">click!</a>

[*code]+15 - <a href="LINKHERE">Participated in a intellect-related random event (tar pits)</a><br>[*/code]

Swallow the Sun

Ashiel had moved back into Boreas to see if he could feel a difference in the spirit of the land. How far did the Abraxas have to conquer to be successful? Would one continent be enough or were they truly expected to cover the whole of the earth? Griff, his kite companion, was off in search of answers, praying at a holy spot for guidance while Ashiel continued toward their designated meeting place. However, along the way he'd taken a wrong turn somewhere only to find himself in a place riddled with tar pits. As if that wasn't enough a thick fog had moved in leaving him stranded. Ashiel growled to himself. He was not his mother. He had no great gift at navigation and he had no idea how long the fog would linger. One thing was for certain though, even if Griff began to wonder what was keeping Ashiel and came to look for him how would the bird ever find him in this fog?

Well this was just perfect! Torin was ankle deep in the sticky black substance. A peaceful walk beyond the pack lands had turned quickly from calming to annoying to genuinely concerning. Not only that the fog was rolling in, clogging his sense of smell and boxing in his sight. Torin tried to lift his paws from the Tar, the resistance was much more than he might have ever thought possible. That made sense of course... It wasn't as though he wasn't aware how dangers this substance could be. Casting his gaze about the man searched desperately for anyone else who might be able to help him. "Is anyone there?" His voice, despite the rising panic in his chest, was even, almost calm. "Silent Treatment" & Deep thoughts

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Slow and steady the women moved with ease over the terrain. It had been a dark and dreary day to begin with so when the fog began to surround her it didn't surprise her vary much. With the fog she slowed her pace drawing her eyes to the ground and being careful with each step. She hadn't been here before so with this fog she would need to be careful. Vary slow and vary calculated steps working her way slowly. Though the fog was hiding her paws which didn't really help her situation. She bumped into a log and stopped muttering to herself before trying to go left, then right. It was extremely long so she decided to try and take a risk. Backing up she got a little running start and leaped over the log, her front paws landing on solid ground, but her back paws landed in a warm and sticky mess. She could feel the warmth of the tar pit hitting just behind her rib cage telling her that she was literally half way in the pit. She had never experienced these things, but after a few attempts of trying to pull her paws out and only sinking further into the pit she stopped and remained still. 'Oh Shoot!!' She was a bit far away to clearly hear the cries of the other or to even recognize who it was. "Hello!!" she called out. "Derecho Talk", & 'Derecho Think"

Swallow the Sun

Ashiel resorted to moving slowly and cautiously with his eyes tipped downward to make sure he didn't step into any tar. The probably was that he had no idea where he was going but he hoped that if he kept walking in one direction that eventually he'd get to the other side somewhere. He really didn't care where that somewhere was right now. As he moved along he suddenly heard a voice close by.  Ashiel's eyes narrowed.  Wait a minute… that voice was vaguely familiar.  He moved to follow it and to his surprise he found Torin, the young male he'd sparred against when he'd travelled into Boreas. "Well, well, fancy meeting you here. Torin, right?"

It was then Ashiel noticed that the man was standing ankle deep in tar.  "Oh dear… got yourself in quite the-"

Another voice called out and Ashiel's ears twitched.  The voice was farther away and sounded like a woman. "One minute." He trotted off toward the voice and found a woman with her back paws stuck in the tar to.  "Ack… you're stuck too…" He frowned and bit his lip.  Crap!  What was he supposed to do?  Was it just as easy as pulling them. "Torin!  There's a woman over here whose stuck as well! I'll try and help her first then we'll come help you." He turned to the woman. "Will that work for you?" She only had two paws stuck vs Torin's four so he hoped to free her himself then the pair of them could pull the other man out…. theoretically.  Could you just… pull someone out of tar? "I don't know what else to try but pulling.  Hang on, I'm going to grab your scruff, try and push when I pull."  He moved toward her, jaws reaching out toward her scruff if she'd let him and then he hoped to start pulling. All the while he wracked his brain for other ideas.

A figure emerged from the fog, Torin squinted for a moment before the form before him cleared slightly and he realized it was it was the other male he'd fought some time ago. "Ashiel." He rumbled, fighting back a groan and rolled eyes as the other man spoke. Then he heard it too, his head snapping in the direction of the other voice. It was soft, and it rang with a sense of familarity for the young Adravendi. Torin watched as Ashiel trotted off, feeling his stomach begin to knot. He had visions of a black and white woman up to her neck in tar and when Asiel called back about helping her first a bit of weight seemed to life from his chest, if only slightly. "Be careful." He called back. I'm truth saving the other wolf first would have been his own choice as well, though by circumstance he really didn't have any say in the matter anyways. "Silent Treatment" & Deep thoughts

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The time it took for the male to approach seemed like forever even though it was only a matter of minutes. She wasn't in the worst shape as far as being stuck, but how in the world could she get out on her own and the warmth of the tar was beginning to bug her. She was feeling the urge to pant. Soon though her silver blue eyes looked up to land on the large male as he made his way towards her. His statement worrying her. 'Stuck too? Who else? then the male called out calling to the male. The male called back and his voice easily recognized by her. He was the other who was stuck? How bad was he stuck? Her eyes looked back to Ashiel as he spoke, telling her the plan. It seemed like a fairly reasonable plan and should easily work. She quietly nodded and bent her front legs slightly ready to try and push forward. It should work, it had to work! She lowered her head slightly preparing herself then looking back to the male. "Let's do this," she said with a determined nod. He then grabbed a hold of her scruff and she dug her nails into the earth. He pulled and she pushed with all her might onto her front legs waiting desperately to get free so that she wouldn't be left there stuck for ever. A few minutes is all it took for a vary dull popping sound to be made and her rear paws came loose. It he hadn't been for the male holding her she would have surely did a face plant into the dirt. She was relieved that she was now free, even though later she would have to work at getting her paws cleaned of stuck tar. Getting to her feet she shook herself out before carefully fallowing Ashiel to where Torin was. Torin had all four feet in the tar and her eyes glistened with worry and had a puzzled look to them also. How in the world would the get him out? "How do you think we should handle this?" she asked looking between both males. "Derecho Talk", & 'Derecho Think"

Swallow the Sun

Heeding Torin's words, Ashiel tried to be careful. He firmly planted his limbs hoping to get enough power in his body so that he wouldn't be pulled into the tar with the woman, assuming she wanted him to try. He gazed at her and she looked back sternly and it was decided they were going to do this. Ashiel seized her scruff, bent his legs and pulled, pausing for a moment then pulling again in rhythmic motions as she pushed. Inch by inch the tar began to lose hold until at last she was pulled free.

Panting, Ashiel released her scruff and gazed at her feet. He did not envy her having to clean that gunk off her paws. The pair moved back toward where Torin was and Ashiel looked him over. He bit his lower lip as he looked back at the woman. He considered himself reasonably intelligent but he didn't have any clever little tricks for getting someone out of tar. "Pull? Not the most original idea I know, but I don't know what else to try. I could grab hold of the left side of his scruff and you can grab the right and we'll try and pull him out, just be careful not to get pulled in." That was going to be the trick. With all four paws in the tar they had limited reachable surface area to work with and had to stretch their necks farther to reach him. "Sound good to you Torin? If you push in rhythm with our pull maybe we can work you lose."

ooc: Lolaf you have permission to pp Ashiel seizing Tor's scruff and pulling

((Minor PP for Derecho to grab Torin's scruff and pull allowed by Blue, Both Blue and Lunar have permission to PP Torin a bit in getting himself free and pulling himself to safety in their posts if they wish.))

It took what felt like several life time before Ashiel returned, quickly followed by Derecho. Torin released the breath he didn't realize he was holding. He quickly ran his gaze over the pair, Ashiel looked much the same as he had before and Derecho seemed maybe a bit flustered but otherwise unharmed. He didn't fail to notice the gunk on her front paws though. He listened as Ashiel mused aloud and when he finally turned back to Torin the man could only chuckle darkly. "Not really much of a choice." Still he nodded his approval and as the pair before him gripped at his skin he grunted lightly in pain but successfully fought down his instinct to pull himself free of their grip. Slowly and with some restraint Torin rocked back and forth awkwardly with each pull on his scruff. The movement wasn't easy, the tar around his ankles feeling like shackles determined to halt even this minor movement. Compounding that he had to resist pulling back too hard and potentially pulling his would be saviors into the tar with him. Seconds bled into minutes that bled into each other and finally, finally he felt the tar around his hind legs loosen, releasing it's vice like grip around his ankles. Though she wasn't free far from it, but it said to him that there was a chance this could work... how long they'd be here pulling and Torin rocking with their rhythm? Well that he couldn't know. "I can feel it working." He rumbled, they couldn't know if he didn't say it after all. "Silent Treatment" & Deep thoughts

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She should've guessed that it would be the only option. To pull and pull until they got him free. Really she couldn't think of any other option other then that and nodded towards Ashiel. She agreed that she would have to be careful not to get pulled in, which will be difficult, but they could accomplish it she was sure of it. She looked back to Torin and offered him a small smile, hoping that it would be reassuring to him before taking a firm hold on the right side of Torin's scruff. She didn't want to cause wounds to him, but she had to get a good firm hold. She waited, waited then worked in rhythm with Ashiel. Back and fourth, back and fourth. It had felt like hours had slipped by and she was beginning to grow nervous. She was beginning to worry that they wouldn't ever be able to get him out. She kept going, refusing to give up and just let him rot in this tar pit. They would get him out or she would kill herself trying to. Silver blue eyes weren't able to see if they were making progress, but her ears perked as Torin spoke. Her tail wagged as he claimed it was working, relief fueling her to continue on. They would get him out of here! "Derecho Talk", & 'Derecho Think"

Swallow the Sun

It was slow work. They pulled as Torin pushed, trying to rock him free of the sticky tar. Ashiel could feel the muscles in his jaw starting to tremble but he dug deep and kept at it. He would not show weakness in front of these mortals and for another he felt like this was some sort of test. What were the odds he'd meet a man he sparred against in such a situation? The fallen god was testing him and he intended to prevail.

Torin came free with a strange popping, sucking sound. The sudden shift caused Ashiel to loose his grip and stumble back until he fell on his butt. He swiftly got to his feet and shook out his coat, stretching his jaw for a moment before grinning at Torin. "Whew! For a second there I didn't think we'd get you free. Not sure what to do about the tar on your paws though…" He had no idea how to get that stuff off.