July 25th, 1895 — Sanditon Resort
Novice Hippogriff Race

Today's starting pistol does not prompt its racers to take off—no, it prompts them to mount the hippogriffs and then take off. On brooms, or even horses, this would not be a stumbling block, but hippogriffs are known to be proud creatures, and do not take slights lightly.

You approach your hippogriff, your riding attire rustling in the light breeze. How you do so—and whether or not you made an effort with the beast during yesterday's meet and greet—will have an early impact indeed upon your success.
Tycho Dodonus

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It was quite likely that Tychos riding attire stood out flamboyantly amongst his competitors. Who knew if this would have an impact on the hippogriff though he had worn something not altogether dissimilar the day before when getting to know the hippogriff he would be riding. Things had gone pretty well there and he had come to quite adore the feathery beast.

"Hello again," he greeted, giving a deep, respectful bow. He waited to see if the hippogriff would accept him again

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If the hippogriff recognizes you, he gives no indication, instead emitting a soft, mid-pitched growl in it's throat. This is, admittedly, not an auspicious start to the race. Your next actions will determine whether you enter the race or flee from it bleeding.

Required: Ass 5+ | Roll: 4 [Failure]
Tycho Dodonus

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Well, this wasn't any good. He dug a hippogriff treat out of his pocket and bowed again, offering the rat this time. Not that he made a habit of carrying dead rats around - even he would find that a questionable hobby - but he had thought to treat the hippogriff during the race.

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With seeming lightining speed, the hippogriff has the dead rat in its beak, chomping away at it happily before bowing and allowing you to mount. With some trepidation, you mount the creature, and the two of you set off along the course.

The two of your continue on and near the end of the first land portion of the race. Up ahead, you can see where ground meets water, and know it's time for the hippogriff to take off. This also means it is time for you not to fall off.

Required: Ass 5+ | Roll: 9 [Success]
Tycho Dodonus

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Oh, jesus. It had worked though and soon Tycho was mounted on the hippogriff. He had not had his legs spread this wide in a long time. He held on as well as he could without disturbing the hippogriff. They would be in the sky soon, Tycho lay a little more flat against the hippogriff and hoped to Fords beautiful brown eyes that he would not fall off.

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For one, blissful moment, you feel the beasts haunches gather beneath you as it kicks off from the ground. This is unlike any broom you've ever ridden! You feel a smile bloom across your features—one that swiftly turns to grimace as you realize you're sliding... sliding...

Falling...

Your body ends with a loud splash in the saltwater beneath as your hippogriff, relieved of its burden, continues without you.

Required: Focus 5+ | Roll: 4 [Failure]
Tycho Dodonus
You can post to wrap, or just archive! Your race is done.

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Well, shit. He hadn't even made it into the sky. That was embarrassing, he hoped Ford was not able to witness this. He made it to shore and flopped there to commiserate. And also to sneak sips from his hip flask.

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