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[center][h1][color=black]𝕬 𝖓 𝖙 𝖆 𝖊 𝖚 𝖘[/color][/h1]
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[h3][i]North Forest Clearing[/i][/h3]
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[i]Gods almighty, please help me![/i] What kind of deer was this!? What kind of quest was this!? Antaeus's heart beat a thousand miles a minute and he felt like everything was happening under water. This was no thrill of adventure or rush of battle, yet nonetheless his body had reached the peak of Fight or Flight and every hair on his body stood on end. All he could think to do was get away from those hooves, and right now he knew only one way to do that.

He kicked his legs and pulled at the sleeves of the jacket clutched in his fists, his knuckles growing as white as his terrified face. If Antaeus had been any other lad confronted with something so obviously out of his depth he likely would have just frozen up with fear. If he had been any other, more foolish, young man he might have whooped in excitement or yelled threats at the Stag or tried to do something heroic. But he was neither of those and yet still felt just as likely to die at any possible moment. He had experienced cave-ins, collapsing sinkholes, tunnel floods, gas leaks, any number of things. Confronting death face to face was not [i]entirely[/i] brand-new. And yet. How did heroes [i]do[/i] this, all the time!?

But these weren't thoughts, just the barest sparks of objective observation by his subconscious as he acted in what felt like the only way left available to him. He could barely respond to the girl as he tried to swing around the White Stag's broad neck and get onto its back--who cared about the damn jacket at a time like this!?

"Focus! Keep its hooves pinned!"

If it was standing on its rear legs and she could keep those front hooves from lashing out, and if the jacket was wrapped around its head so it couldn't get its jaws around her, maybe the girl would be safe from the White Stag's thrashing. Antaeus already knew from experience this animal would likely kill or maim them with a single blow, and if the latter it would just finish them off or leave them for something else. If he could tie off the sleeves he might keep the creature muzzled and blinded...but he had to climb it first!

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Antaeus performs an Athletics Check (with advantage per DM) to mount the Stag
1d20 + 4 (STR+Proficiency) 
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11935] 1st Result: 19[/url]
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11936] 2nd Result: 5[/url]
((JE SUIS MONTE!))
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1 Quest Book - 5 lb
1 Shovel - 5 lb
1 Miner's Pick - 5 lb
1 Block and Tackle Set - 5 lb
--Pulleys
--Cable
--Hook
1 Climber's Kit - 12 lb
--Pitons
--Boot tips
--Gloves
--Harness
1 Set of Clothes, Common - 3 lb
--Roughspun Tunic
--Roughspun Pants
--Ragged Boots
1 Belt Pouch - 0 GP
1 Hunting Trap - 12 lb
1 Backpack - 5 lb - Holds 30 lb
1 Waterskin - 5 lb (full) - holds 4 pints
1 Tinderbox - 1 lb
1 Hempen Rope - 10 lb - 50 ft
2 Javelins - 2 lb Each
6 Darts - .25 lb Each

Total Encumberance: 71.5/240 lb (Light)
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+Bookie has agreed to write a letter to Captain Ork at the Garrison. I should kill an animal in the forest and take it to Captain Ork to prove I'm adventuring material.
--The animal can be anything from the Forest. Bookie suggested a deer or a boar.

+Barthen has requested me to hunt a White Stag in the Forest, and has given me a free hunting trap for this purpose. If I don't succeed I should probably bring the trap back.
[s]--I should try to find the Redchaser, she might be able to help me.[/s]

+Barthen is paying 1 GP per pound of Medicinal Herbs from the forest.
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