Rolled 2, 3, 1 = 6 (3d3)
>>6060947Hope your weeks get better man. Your doing great work!HP: 4/4 (F size, D stamina) || Amandla 4U / 4
[ Sze: F || Str: G || Sta: D || Spd: D || Spc: F ]
Element: Umhlaba (Earth)
Archetype: Umrhaji (Scavenger)
Milestones: [Scrounger],
A deep, hot sigh escapes Thalroksin's throat as he drinks in the last gulp from the Amandla-rich reservoir before him. It has been a while since he has drunk so deeply of pure, undiluted Amandla he thinks to himself.
He suddenly senses something reaching to him in the ancient abyss-like recesses of his mind, like a desperately outstretched grasping hand. He didn't know that could happen, but then again he has never been so weak before either.
He reaches back.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RzlfiZmq33cSuddenly he recalls ancient knowledge and memories, spanning what would be for humans; generations worth.
He recalls the smells of home, the taste of the air, the feeling of snow crunching beneath his feet. But most importantly he remembers his pride.
The pride he felt in the old world where he would watch and stalk the forests of trees many times larger than him, the trees that would be so large they seemed to pierce the great blue sky. He grew with them.
He wants—no, he needs—to reclaim his pride as the guardian of oak, the great and terrible force of nature that he truly is...
With a thunderous clap of lightning from the roiling clouds, the ancient behemoth begins his primal dance. His movements, an ancient ritual, unleash a darkness that swallows the skies and shakes the very earth beneath him. Yet he dances on, relentless and unyielding, a terrifying embodiment of gratitude to the great grey trees of old. Each step reverberates with primal power, each motion a sinister homage, as he harnesses their ancient strength to swell in size and menace.
>Action 1-3: Upgrade size stat, cashing in "Scrounger" milestone 