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Durst has a minion!

Thunderclap the Kaartharex

Durst
Legacy Name: Durst

The

Steamwork Terracoon
Owner:

Kendra

Age: 7 years, 11 months, 6 days

Born: May 30th, 2016

Adopted: 7 years, 10 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: June 17th, 2016

Statistics

Level: 1
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

The crisp mountain air that sang through his pores, the sound of leaves dancing in the distance, and a smell that can only be described as pure. These are only a couple of reasons that twelve year old Durst loves being outside and up near the mountains that form the background of the quiet city of Berg Bas. Looking up at the peaks, he grins. Today. Today is the day that he'll make it to the top. His mother's tales of caution ring in his ears, but he doesn't care. He's got his pack, and he's ready.

Now, Durst. I know you love the mountains, but you can't go too far up, my sweet boy. There are monsters up there that will rip your flesh from your bones. Children are just easier targets to them. Not to mention you could get lost. Or trapped under falling rocks. Or Siraim knows what! Just stay away from the mountains, alright darling?

The first steps of his journey up were filled with awe and wonderment. Bright trees loomed above him, creating a canopy of shade over his small body and some lizards that scurried around on some rocks up ahead. Tiny, colorful flowers and clovers littered the ground around him, and above, the bright blue sky could be seen in patches through emerald leaves. As he walked along the small dirt path that wound out in front of him, birds called out lovingly back and forth to each other overhead. To Durst, it was a veritable paradise.

It was halfway up when the vegetation starting becoming scarce. Durst was growing hungry, and his steps slow. It had been nearly a full day, and he realized a bit too late that he hadn't packed enough food for the trip to the top. Looking up, he could see the moon: big, and bright, and round. He had been out here a full day, skipping school to do so; he was sure people would be looking for him soon. It only took a few short minutes to find shelter-- a wide-mouthed cave that seemed like it could swallow him whole. He cautiously stepped in just as it began to rain and then pour outside. Sitting himself down on a rock, Durst lit a match to be able to see his surroundings. That was a mistake.

Blinking groggily behind him was a giant bear, black as night and covered in what one could call battle scars, and even a couple of misplaced arrows. Durst stumbled backwards, terrified. As the bear rose up onto its hind legs, the poor boy made a mad dash for the mouth of the cave, hoping beyond hope to survive. It followed. The beast tore after him out of the cave, and past past him, drifting around on its paws to face the trembling boy in front of him with a great roar. He would pay for disturbing the great beast.

Just as the bear was about to take a swipe at Durst,