Kukuri-arpg

Honestly, when Xanthe had first brought up the idea of 'getting out of the Inn' for a few days, Balfore hadn't been as interested as he usually would be. Though it had been several days since the amber rook had lain eyes on the world beyond his small loaf's borders, his taste for adventure had all but abandoned him. All the fuzzy-tailed rook seemed to want to do these days was curl up under a few quilts and stare morosely ahead at a wall from sunup until sundown. It had been a daily ritual ever since that fateful fight against Death in the Coliseum, and for the time being, the amber Kukuri saw no reason why he should deviate from it just yet. It wasn't even the loss that stung so badly. Even before the announcer had drawn Balfore's number, the green-eyed rook had held no illusions of defeating the Goddess of Death. All the amber rook had wished was to prove himself- to gain control of the gift the Holy Aerial had offered and show Her that he could help restore the Goddess of

Ears strained forward as the crowd’s clamor rose again. Was it time? The noise receded a little and Mahriti pinned her ears back, stamping quietly (well, maybe not so quietly, but with the roar outside who would know?) The knot of emotion bounced in time with her breathing. The livewire of excitement: she was going to fight a god! The panicky disbelief: she was going to fight a god?! The stab of curiosity, the vibrating terror– she tossed her head, firmly pushing the terror back out of mind, because rule 0 of any deliberate fighting was “don’t give into the urge to panic and mindlessly sprint off.” She didn’t need much experience to have worked that out. Tossing her head again she honed in on the memory of asking her brother for advice: Vasda had insisted more than half a fight was not bolting. So all she had to do was focus on keeping the panic at bay and she’d be more than halfway to– The crowd’s roar covered the sound of the door opening. The sudden light as it swung open