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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 12:18 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 2:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 2:41 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 3:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2010 9:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 1:57 am
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 2:38 am
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[[AHK I READ STUFF. 8D
NOW BACK TO DUTY.
So I'll probably be the judge in GC's place, in case there might be any doubts of favoritism towards his character.
ANYWAYS.
So, basically, GC made a big explosion thing.
So now, we'll just say they both collapse, so here's what we should do:
Roll 3x 20-sided dice.
whoever is higest can then get up and execute an attack.
after the attacking post, the victim has ONE CHANCE to roll one 12-sided dice.
if they get higher than what the attacker got when he got up, the victim can attempt to counter, and the fight goes on, keeping in mind hat both contestants are very wounded.
if the victim gets lower than required number, they have lost and must not avoid the attacker's finishing attack.
any objections?]]
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Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 12:28 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 12:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 12:22 pm
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Heart-of-Rain rolled 3 20-sided dice:
17, 9, 8
Total: 34 (3-60)
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 5:55 am
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//Alright, I think I'm going to delete my post about the counter then to prevent confusion. razz Is that alright?//
Soren lay in the dust, trying to move his very stiff body. He wasn't sure what exactly that weapon was, but he wasn't sure he wanted one, something like that could easily destroy a village or something if not careful.
Come to think of it, how did HE survive? The attack had blasted away the frosted armor and the wall, then......boom. A very large boom, but it was all Soren could do to even remember that happened.
His limbs finally responsive, he noticed one of his hooked swords a few feet away. He rolled over with great effort and pushed at the ground with his dwindling strength. The burning in his leg had died down, too.
Maybe, just maybe, he could still stand a chance. He was ready to give in, but, he'd never admit it, this was a tournament and an opponent he couldn't just ditch. He grit his teeth and tried again to get up onto his feet.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 1:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 7:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 8:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 10:12 pm
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