Arcturus2 Fri Jun 13, 2014 2:41 am
Monk attempts to flee from the hail of bullets which pierce the air around him. With no other place to hide, he jumps from the tall rock and lands nimbly on his feet, concealed in the brush below. He is stinging from the bullet which grazed him.
He stands in the shadow of the tall rock, and he becomes aware of a gentle breeze which passes through his robes and begins to dry his sweat, cooling his skin. He becomes aware of the contrasting colors in the fern fronds which surround him, gently brushing his face, arms and hands, as they, too, dance in the breeze he feels. His heart rate slows, and his nostrils flare as he takes in the rich scent of the gently decomposing, fertile black soil in which he stands.
He is still dimly aware of the noises of battle which surround him; a far away part of his mind hears Oli shout instructions to his damnable machines, the Navajos shouting to each other, the bandits, JH or Neraka roaring in anger.. From his faraway place he hears the gunfire and explosions of dynamite, but they grow fainter.
In his head he journeys back to his childhood home in the monastery. He remembers the soothing shades of green and the smell of the garden soil which he used to till for the Brothers who lived there. He smiles faintly as he thinks back to one of his oldest teachers, the ancient monk, brother Xzhang Chou..
Xzang Chou seemed to young Traveler to have been one of those people who had been simply born old; the wrinkles in his leathery skin and kind but drooping face were so deep that they seemed impossible. The young boy thought that this man must have been old even when the earth was young. He was too old to train or to do much else useful, so in those twilight years, he simply puttered around the large vegetable gardens that the Monks kept, tending what he could, and talking to the young apprentices and alcolytes who toiled there.
It was him who first taught Traveler the sanctity of life, stopping him from killing the small beetles which chewed patterns in some of the leafy vegetable greens which grew. "All life is sacred, and every pest serves it's purpose under the Gods, young one'', he was fond of telling the boy. It was a lesson which the boy never forgot.
As he thinks back to his old friend in that garden, thinks back to the life giving soil and the wholesome things that grew there, he feels the stings from his wounds begin to fade away. No longer does he feel the furrow that the bandit's bullet drew along his flesh. He feels his strength and vitality begin to flow back into him, seemingly drawn from his memories, perhaps by the Grace of his Goddess Esmariah herself.
He begins to leave his memories and return to the present day. He feels a pang of regret as he thinks back to the violence he has done recently. He allows himself, for one brief moment, to wonder if perhaps he was wrong to leave his mountain home and journey west to find his destiny. but only for an instant. Oh, how far he has strayed from his mountain home! Then he remembers his visions of his Goddess and knows he still has her blessing. In an instant, he offers a short prayer:
Thank you, my lady,for helping your humble servant in his time of need. Thank you for reminding me of my holy vow to protect life and bring peace and justice wherever I may...
Rejuvenated, Monk is ready to act. He hears Oli call for a prisoner, and he hears the bandits turn their guns upon each other. He thinks to himself, Perhaps they are more than simple robbers, if they would rather die than to be captured.. are these men part of the evil plan into which I have been drawn? Let us find out!
He tunes his sensitive ears to a voice, which he believes to be the closest bandit to him. he crouches, preparing his muscular legs for a great leap in that direction. Ready... ready.... NOW!
Monk jumps as far as he can toward the bandit he heard. His lithe body flies through the air, with the sashes of his robe flowing out behind him. He makes a perfect leap and lands lightly on his feet, about fifteen feet from a marauder...
(Standard action: Rakasha Jump to P-2)
Quick as lightning, before the man can react, Monk rushes him. He flows toward the man like water...
(Move action: P-2 to M-1)
He attacks the man with everything he has, calling upon his Goddess for strength...
Esmariah, guide my fists this day!
(Spend Faith Point for extra Standard Action: Knockout attempt on baddie in L-1. Reference Rules on page 227.)
Attack 1: 1d20+14 (16+14)=30
Attack 2: 1d20+14 (17=14)=31
Attack 3: 1d20+14 (20+14)=34
Wohoo! Awesome rolls! Attacks are 1 each vs. Fort, Ref & Will.. Let's see if Traveler Monk gets a prisoner!