Faction Revelry in the Holy Worlds

[Maiza Vex]

Theme: The Animal
Equipment: Mask | Hide Armor | Home made Leather Boots
Tags: Naamino Zuukamano | Varin Mortifer | Haro Aven | Lodd Grimmin | Glissara | Leshanna Dromar | Spirit of Korriban

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The Shadow Rancor was ready for a fight as Leshanna Dromar 's sith spawn came in for a pounce. The Rancor spun with frighting speed almost knocking Maiza off, but her legs clinched tight against the Rancor's neck managed to not get thrown from the beast. It swatted at the at the sith spawn but only to have it narrowly pull away.

For a brief moment Maiza's eyes caught Leshanna's as the Lesh jerked her beast back and asserted dominance over it. Maiza sneer at the woman as she straightened her position on the back of the Rancor. For a moment she thought about stopping there and putting Lesh out of her misery.

Instead, though Maiza just kicked the side of her Rancor and took off for the exit of the caverns. There would be time for her revenge at the finish line. "Kill you later sucka!" She screamed in the general direction of Lesh as her rancor now in firm order bolt for the exit.

The big beast came rumbling out of the caverns at near the same breakneck speed as it had started the race. Letting out a large trembling roar as it plunged forward for the finish line. The wind flowing through Maiza's wild hair, she may not win but she was going to survive this race.

The rancor pumping hard on its leg muscles pushed for the end of the line. Maiza's eyes firmly fixed on the finish she let those behind her fade in her mind. Though a part of her wondered what happened to the Jawa that was chasing her…. did he get crushed by that falling stalagmite. She shook her head, it didn't matter, this was the end of the race, and the war was about to start.

As she cross the line her rancor took a beeline for the winners circle not because she might have won but because that is where the fun would start.

(Roll was 14 +2 (terrain bonus) = 16 for the finish)

(18+4+10+5+16 = 53 total)

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

Spirit of Korriban | Haro Aven | Leshanna Dromar |
Varin Mortifer | Maiza Vex | Lodd Grimmin | Glissara

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It seemed that the difficult terrain of the tunnels ultimately caused Zafira to lose any of her significant momentum of before. Not only that, but the rather temperamental young Adar seemed to have some strong opinions regarding their competition. It took all of Naami's composure and willpower to keep his feisty mount from turning back to try guarding the exit of the cave.

"NO Zafira! We are almost done with the race!"

His Force amplified voice boomed over the whipping winds and distant cheering crowds. It was impossible for him to gauge where they stood in the lineup of racers, but the zabrak was determined not to crash out at the very least and preferably finish within the top three.

The onyx sithspawn shrieked her displeasure with Naami's psychic insistence and the tough way he yanked bodily at the reigns connected to her crest of horns. The pair squabbled their way across the finish line but eventually made it, landing in a great spray of red sand.

Roll 4 + 2 terrain - 3 Adar = 3