Áskell entombed himself in small cavern on the edge of the volcano and waited for the illness to take him. It had slain his brother and now it would take him, he was sure of it. He curled up closer to his fire, singeing the edge of his fur as he tried to get closer and closer to the source of the warmth. He could hear a strange singing out in the dark and the rattling of chains and he knew the evil spirits were coming to get him. They'd enslave him like they had his father and drag him screaming into the night but he had no intention of going quietly even if part of him longed to see his father and brother again. The least he could do was fight the demon the darkness sent to catch him and if he went then it would be with the beasts flesh in his teeth.

A crazed and furtive Wendigo staggered down the passageway. With every step he dribbled ooze. It ran from his mouth, his nose, his eyes. Large glowing abscesses, both ruptured and intact, littered his body. He appeared deformed; monstrously grotesque and barely recognizable as a wolf. Every ragged, bubbly breath glowed as it passed his lips.

Though there was no real thought behind it, Wendigo felt torn between seeking out others and hiding from them. He was convinced they meant him harm. Friends and family alike were the enemy.

He staggered around a corner and then recoiled with a bubbly hiss as the light of the fire burned his eyes. Beside the fire was a hideous creature; a dangerous, malicious lump masquerading as a man huddled for warmth. "Monster," he hissed. It meant him harm, he could feel it. "It eats faces, I know it! Stay away from me," he wheezed as he slunk along a far wall. He was trapped. The monster would find him if he ran.

Áskell's mind played out the sounds that his ears failed to hear. So much ooze spilled from them it muffled and distorted the sounds of the world around him into something dangerous and dark. He could hear the voices growing louder and then a demon stepped out from the dark. A disgusting ooze monster covered in boils appeared and screamed at him in its strange gurgling voice. It intended to capture him and eat him! It was going to eat his face. "Let's see you try you bastard. For Father! For Jigsaw!"

Áskell charged toward Wendigo seeking to throw his right shoulder into the middle of Wendigo's throat while his neck slipped to the side, aiming to bite deeply into the right side of Wendigo's neck just behind the jawline. He would slay this demon if it was the last thing he did.

Áskell vs Wendigo for Main (scarring of right side of neck behind jawline)
Round 1/?
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Medium
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bear claw gauntlets
Defensive Battle Accessory: Helmet
Companion 1: Eurasian magpie, Male - Flying
Companion 2: Macaque, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Intellectual & Master Fighter
Specialty: Tactician

"Get back! Get back! Get back," he shrieked as the beast lunge for him. For a second he cowered on the ground as Askell got a hold of him and then suddenly he was fighting for his life. There was no rhyme or reason to his attacks; he simply attacked. His legs, dull claws extended, flailed madly at Askell's chest and legs as he kicked and slashed at the bigger man. Askell had hold of his neck for only a second before Wendigo tore himself free in the madness.

Without Askell's jaws to support him he fell to the ground. There Wendigo's eyes fell on the only thing within attack range: the monster's legs. He lunged and sought to catch Askell's right front leg in his jaws. Even in his madness he remembered the delicate nature of ankles. He cripple the monster and then make his escape.

Wendigo vs Askell for minor maim (scarring to leg)
Round 1 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Small
Build: Light
Skills: Intermediate Hunter & Novice Fighter

The wicked spirit screeched in its unholy language as Áskell's fangs seized the right side of its neck. Blood coated his tongue and his stomach turned at the bitterness of a boil that burst in his mouth but madness and determination drove him to hang on. He sought to deepen his grip but as the creature thrashed, its legs beating against his legs and chest, he lost his grip and the wretch squirmed free.

Áskell centered himself and dove for Wendigo with little thought to his own safety. Pain lanced his right wrist as Wendigo gained a solid, brutal hold. Áskell's jaws flung wide as he sought to bite onto the top of Wendigo's muzzle, seeking to gain a solid hold from which he could rip the spirit off him.

Áskell vs Wendigo for Main (scarring of right side of neck behind jawline)
Round 2/2
Age: Over 1 Year
Size: Medium
Build: Medium
Offensive Battle Accessory: Bear claw gauntlets
Defensive Battle Accessory: Helmet
Companion 1: Eurasian magpie, Male - Flying
Companion 2: Macaque, Male - Battle
Skills: Master Intellectual & Master Fighter
Specialty: Tactician

Somehow he succeeded in grabbing the monster's leg. Once on it he refused to let go and clung to the limb as though his life depended on it. Even as the monster's jaws closed over his own Wendigo didn't turn loose of his hold. He screamed through his teeth as Askell's teeth sank into the thin skin of his muzzle, but hung on for dear life.

He continued to kick and claw at Askell. That his actions were futile never once registered. In a blind panic he was doing all he could to defeat this face-peeling monster.

Wendigo vs Askell for minor maim (scarring to leg)
Round 2 of 2
Age: 1+
Size: Small
Build: Light
Skills: Intermediate Hunter & Novice Fighter

Askell

You cough up long, hair-like tendrils of ooze. They make you gag and seem never ending until you vomit them out. They slide around in an almost eel like fashion. You sure hope they're not really alive...



You gain:

• Mushroom (6x)- Used in Firefly's Shoppe, and perhaps elsewhere...
  

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Your ears start ringing before going silent completely. You feel fluid build up in your ears and cannot shake it all out. Eventually it trickles in streams from your ears.

You gain:

• Crystal (6x)- Used in Firefly's Shoppe, and perhaps elsewhere...
  

You blink, and you're face to face with a figure who seems as if it's clipping through d̴̰͚͖̮͙̥̥̙̥̬̬̼̙̟̤͖̘̺̩͓̙̣͙͇̤͓̰͕̺͉̳̰̰̺̠̠̟͓̘̭̘̿̈́͛̈́̇̈͗́́͂͌̓̈͛́̀̿̽̓̈́̈͘͜͝͝į̸̡͔̖͈͕͙̺͈̺͔͇͍̭͖̖̟̙͚̠̯̻̘̼̙͇̮̬̳̹̼̣̻͖͉̪̾̀̆̔̉̽͋̄̇̄͂̈́ͅͅm̶̧̢̱̯̲̻̳̞̦͚͖͎̼̹͙̩̹̟͕̥͉̤̭̠͔͎̜̪̲͈̰̼͙̟̱̺̯̼̐̿͛͑͛̅̍́̇̔̎̀̾̉̒͋̾̒̿͛̀̕͠͠͝è̸̢̡̧̥͓̩͉͉̙̺̫̦͍̮̤͙̩̭̹̬̰̭̮̫̹͉̦͔̘͛̈́̍̓̒͌͊͌̌̍̽̓̏̎͘̚͜͝n̴̢̧̝͕͇͚͉̩̱̫̭͇̬̹͎̈ͅś̷̨̨̡̖̩͚̖̱͇͇͔̪̺͎̮̤̻̹̯͔̺̰̯͉͔̼̗̙͈̯͙̮̳̤̹̳̹̝̝̦̻̃̇̌́͒̊̓͋̌̍̐̕͜͝͝ͅi̸̧̧̨̧̭̳̦̲̣̜̼̙̅͛̓͊͆͌̔̿̋͆̑̍̏̔̏̓̌̕̕̕̕͠͝o̴̧̢̦̗̘͔͕̮̼̣̬̥̠̱͚̱̣̩̭̟̺̲̠͕̹͓̲̜̙̝͇͓̩͚̦̿̇̽ņ̶̧̢̢̛̥̣͎̦̬̫͍̪̣̣̦̜̹̝͖͚̟͕̮̫̣͉̗̘̼͎͕͈͉̇͂̊̒̅͛̄̄̅́͂̍͌̌̀̀͂̎̍̆̉̈́̐͋͂̍̈́̽̌̽͘̕͘͘͘͜͜͠ͅs̸̢̧͚̖̟̞̲̥͔̣̼̰̥͔̲̟̮̟̹̠̱̩̬̹͉̯͇̣̭̦̪̱̣͉̭̖͖͚͊̃͋̐͑͌͋̊̕͝ͅ. In front of him, a small wooden stand, which thankfully looks firmly placed in your dimension. On the table lay three items, with their prices beside them. "Choose if you ḑ̴̛̠̲̰̪͎̮̻͕̝̻͉͇̳̙̗̬̤̖̙͚̰̲̑̆̎͆̉̉̈́̍̂̑͂̽͐̽̔͌̈̈́̓̒̂̅͘͘͜ͅą̵̪͙̦̖̮̮͈͖͇̭̗͈̖̫̲̗̜͍̀̾̾̎͂̈́̓͗̎̎̿͋͛̒̑̅̐́̔́̓̕̚͠ͅŗ̵̧̧̛͉̝̰͉̖̯̘̜͉͍̥̟̖̫̤̪͖̬͇͖͓̪̩̫̊̍͂̄͘͜ę̴̡̢̧̢̳̲̹̬̻̫̦̣̣̠̳̼͍͇̜̓͌́̚͜͝, and if you can a̵̘̜͇̱̽̌̇̅̐̏͗̑̂̽̊͆̏̒͝f̵̨̨̜̭̬̠̞̫̮̲̺̼̝̻̟͖̯̼͚͕̻̤̤͉͉̯̈́̾̈́͐͝f̷̟͓͖͔͕͎̥̖̝̞͈͆́̏̀͐̌̈̀̓̎͒̾̃̊̏͛̍͗͜ơ̷̡͓͙͓͚͙̪̖̻̣̞̹̻̻͇̫͓̟̹̔͌̑̈́͛̀̀̀̑̚͝r̷̢͈̝̝̲̼̦̺̜͔̲̳̀̈́ḑ̵̣̜̤̲̹̠͖̪͖͔̗̫̮͎̼̯͎͕̫̭̣͈̥̏ͅit," the figure says. You can't bring yourself to look away without some effort. You are keenly aware of his gaze. He does not seem like he's in the negotiating mood...


Į̴̧̘̹͙̘̲̤͖̔́͑͌̅̾̊͐̍͋̀̓̅̉̇̑̍͠͠ń̶̯͉̫̤̳͚̣̖̳̯͍̤͓̟͉̥̩̀͋̌ͅv̵̡̧̳̠̬̰̺͔̖̠̳̥͉͉̜͕̗͕̋̈͘ͅę̸̧̢̢̯̠̜̟̘̺̳̟̃̑͌̀̉̓͋͊̃̍̑̂̐̇̓̌͆̈́́͗̓͘͠n̵̡͙̲̞̰̭͖̠̮̺͊̉̑́͒̓͌̈́͐̅̚͝ţ̶̢̛̠̮̼͙͙̗̣̘͇̘͓͈͈̱̮̩̲̩̱̠͎͌̽̈́̒̍̎̀̋͗̇̔͊̇̀̀̋̈́͋̉́͌͜͝͠ơ̸̢̨̨̱̟̹̘̩̤̠͈͕̠̪̥̥̙̓͋̎͛̌͐̓̈́̐̌̂͂͑̋͘̚͜͝͠ȑ̴̠̬̫̻̠̘͔͖̦̰̩̖͎̜̞͉̘̭̙̮̰̹̙͔̳̬̱̆̎̍̿̌̇́̍̒͆͗̀͒͐͋̄̓͆́̕͘͠͝y̴̧͎̟̦̘̝̠̣̮̻̥̰͆͆͋͐͂̈́͊͛̈͋͆̊̇̄̾̈́̔̓̽͂̋̽̚͘:

• Coat Hanger- 3 /
  It’s just an everyday coat hanger, but you are a wolf, and you do not know that.
  
• Crystal Bath Bomb- 2 /
  It looks like a bunch of crystals, glitter, and plants rolled into some mud. The seller assures you it’s good for styling your coat texture exactly how you’ve always wanted it.
  
• Coat Hanger- 3 /
  It’s just an everyday coat hanger, but you are a wolf, and you do not know that.
  

And the winner is...

Wendigo

Wendigo's maim is successful maim is successful. Áskell must give up by submitting, fleeing or passing out. Totals: Áskell: Attack Roll: 27 Defense Roll: 63 Agility Roll: 59 Perception Roll: 4 Total: 153 Attack[27] + 30% Bonus[8.10]: 35.10 Defense[63] + 10% Bonus[6.30]: 69.30 Agility[59] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 59.00 Perception[4] + 65% Bonus[2.60]: 6.60 Total[170.00] + 25% Bonus[42.50]: 212.50 Wendigo: Attack Roll: 49 Defense Roll: 94 Agility Roll: 21 Perception Roll: 42 Total: 206 Attack[49] + 10% Bonus[4.90]: 53.90 Defense[94] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 94.00 Agility[21] + 10% Bonus[2.10]: 23.10 Perception[42] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 42.00 Total[213.00] + 0% Bonus[0.00]: 213.00

Completely out of character and entirely at odds with the panicked fight-state he'd been in an instant before, Wendigo snapped to attention in the foggy fog and eyed the cloaked firefly man up and down. He frowned at the wares for a second, held out five crystals and said, "I'll take one coat hanger and the crystal bath bomb." He had no idea what those were, but nothing in this scenario made sense and he saw no reason for it to start.

Firefly Shoppe- Wendigo

The wolf frowned at him and the man stood... faceless so he couldn't really frown back. The wolf held out his crystals and the figure took them, giving the small beast his wares in return before bowing and fading into the mists.



You lose:

• Currency (x5)- Used in Firefly's Shoppe, and perhaps elsewhere...
  

You gain:

• Coat Hanger-It’s just an everyday coat hanger, but you are a wolf, and you do not know that.
  
• Crystal Bath Bomb-It looks like a bunch of crystals, glitter, and plants rolled into some mud. The seller assures you it’s good for styling your coat texture exactly how you’ve always wanted it.