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 Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 12:11 am
 Where: Busthind Mountain, somewhere near Sempur's home. When: Early evening. Wat: Zeffer makes a journey up the mountain to find snow and encounters one of the mountain's less friendly inhabitants.
Busthind Mountain. It was a place few trolls would dare to go, and even fewer lived there, it seemed, for the weather was just as rough and brutal as its inhabitants. That fact didn't seem to bother the lone figure who was carefully making his way up through the rocky crags, however. Zeffer paused for a moment as the wind picked up, grinning with determination as he forged ahead after a moment. He'd been planning on making a trip up for a long while, and had decided to act on it on a whim. The big event in the Four Fronds had ended, things had quieted down, and he had needed something to do, so here he was!
The blueblood was bundled up for this journey, at the urging of his lusus. He'd taken his heavy jacket for this trip, and around the outside of his hood was wrapped a scarf that was the same color of his blood. With his goggles on, his whole face was almost hidden from sight. A pair of black gloves completed his improved outfit, and the galoshes he seemed to wear wherever he went already kept his feet dry. He was carrying his backpack as well (with some odd-looking thing strapped over it that made Zeffer appear as if he had a shell), but it hardly seemed to be a hindrance to the youngster as he sped up suddenly. He could see it! Zeffer could have gave a cry of victory, because he'd finally caught sight of what he'd come for; snow. Busthind was just about the only place he knew of where it could be found, since the peaks of the mountains got so incredibly cold.
"Woooo!" He laughed as he hurried along. It had gotten to the point where little white flakes were drifting down, and he could see the snowline up ahead. It didn't take long to reach it, and when he did, he practically dove into the first big snowbank he could find, laughing his a** off. The initial shenanigans carried on for a few minutes before he stopped to take a short break, flopping backwards. He laid there for a moment as he worked to catch his breath, peering up at the dark grey sky and hoping that Arcus would come down to join him soon. He couldn't but wonder, too, if there were any trolls living so high up. He'd passed a little cluster of hives a few hours ago, further down the mountain, but he hadn't stopped to say hello.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 2:27 am
It was a reassuring feeling, having his heavy boots sink into the snow as he stepped outside. Not that Sempur ever needed reassurance, but just the same, he welcomed the icy air stinging his skin, coloring his face and fingers a pale blue. It had been a while since he had left his hive, not that the fact was at all connected to his defeat at the whole Four Fronds shindig. Certainly not! He just took the time to, you know, properly appreciate the masterful pieces of Alternia's finest classical musicians. Being cultured was just as important as being a badass, he'll have you know, and busting out the record player was best when Wojtek wasn't around.
Sempur's lip twitched in annoyance at the thought. The old badger had been gone when Sempur returned from Four Fronds and fine, that was fine by him, better that the damn lusus hadn't seen his busted nose because he sure as hell didn't want Wojtek fretting over him. What wasn't fine was the fact that his badgerdad still hadn't returned.
A common enough occurence, his lusus was often absent, but Sempur felt restless going without someone to yell at and brawl with for too long. He didn't miss Wojtek, he wasn't going out looking for him, really anyone would do! Not that his little indoor spell was anything like recuperating, but if it had been, leaving now meant Sempur was feeling well enough to continue his regular domineering existence of terrorizing anyone he considered weaker. So help him if Sempur ran into Wojtek after all, or hey, maybe he could drop by Pathetic's hive and really chew her out like he'd been meaning to for a while now! Actually, it had been a while since Sempur had visited the Busthind town, he could probably find someone there to harass. Yup, Sempur was back in action, driven out of seclusion not by loneliness, but by duty c'mon get it right.
Tromping through the snow, Sempur ran his freshly-scarred fingers over the buttons of his uniform. Where others might wisely dress for the weather, here he was considering taking his jacket off just to test his mighty endurance. Yeah, running around shirtless on a snowy mountain sounded like a great idea—but just before Sempur could properly begin his studies on hypothermia and the effects of frostbite, he heard a most terrible sound. Laughter? On his mountain? It's more likely than you think! Sempur immediately made a beeline for the source of the sound, knowing it was providence that lead him to his newest victim. Some useless, blundering troll was wasting time and as always, it was up to him to set them on the path to being goddamn respectable.
There, the black and blue stood out clearly enough in the distance. Black and blue! His first instinct was to assume it was Pathetic, probably come to seek his guidance on whatever insignificant problems she had plaguing her, but as he closed the distance Sempur could see this figure was entirely too prepared to be his recruit. Prepared, but still completely distasteful. Seriously, had they been playing in the snow? Slowing to a stop, Sempur glared down at the newest blueblood that had decided to make a nuisance of themselves on his mountain. There wasn't much he could make out about them other than they were of his caste, but that was enough! Sempur announced his presence in the only way he knew how, barking at the intruder. "GET UP! Does this look like a playground to you?!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 2:47 pm
Zeffer wallowed in the crisp white stuff, like a clawbeast rolling around in clawbeastnip. It felt so good to be out and about again after his recoup time back home. He'd taken the opportunity to rest and heal up (though really it'd been more like Arcus forcing him to stay put), and almost all the cuts and injuries he'd sustained had closed up and scarred over. During that time he'd been an absolute nuisance, he'd torn up the house, had attempted to sneak out on multiple occasions, and he -needed this trip-. So here they were! Arcus had followed him above...but the massive snake was out of sight now, somewhere up in the clouds.
Contrary to his fellow blueblood's situation, Zeffer's own lusus had been with him for just about every step of that tournament. Whether Zeffer liked it or not, the damn snake insisted upon hovering about and 'helping' his young charge, and though he never showed it, secretly, Zeffer sort of appreciated the attention. With how grumpily the snake acted ninety percent of the time, you could hardly call him 'doting' anyway, but Zeffer was rarely in any kind of position to argue with the bossy serpent. He'd learned early on that it's sort of hard to fight with a creature that's twice as big and nearly six times longer than yourself, so he'd stopped trying.
Zeffer was tempted to call out for him. Despite his perpetually dour expression and bossy attitude, snakedad still put up with Zeffer's games, and the mischievous little jerk couldn't wait to launch some snowballs at the poor reptile, who he assumed wouldn't be able to fight back. Snakes couldn't throw snowballs, because they didn't have arms~ The blue blood snickered at the thought, and wiggled out of his backpack and the item strapped onto it before unhooking the thing. It was nothing more than a light weight piece of metal, disc shaped...the perfect sled! Zeffer had salvaged it from a scrap heap somewhere along the way, and he set it next to himself in the snow before absently beginning to scoop up large handfuls of the white stuff.
He'd have to get ready now, for the war...the snow war, of course. Who knew what sort of dastardly enemies lurked amongst the crags, and the sparse amount of trees? Soon, he had a nice little stack of snowballs at the ready, when a very LOUD voice nearly caused him to leap out of his skin. He laughed, a nervous reflex, and spun around to see who was doing all the scolding. The sight that came to his eyes was so surprising that his mouth gaped open for a moment beneath the scarf. Could it be...yes! That mohawk, those horns. It was him...that nasty blueblood that Pyre had beat down! He laughed again, and was up on his feet in an instant, arms and fists held in defiant akimbo. The grin on his face was massive...not that Sempur could see it yet. Here was the companion he'd been wishing for, but by the sound of the other's tone he'd probably have to do a bit of convincing first.
"A playground? That's the perfect description of this place." he called back, reaching up to pull his goggles and scarf down to reveal his face (though since he'd never met the guy personally, he sort of doubted Sempur would recognize him). "Just look at all this snow! What else would you do with it besides play with it?" he asked, and bounded over closer to where Sempur had stopped to yell at him. He didn't get super close, just enough so that they could regard each other clearly...it was obvious that Sempur could be plenty aggressive, and since this was undoubtedly his terf, Zeffer didn't want to risk anything just yet, despite the fact that his batons were indeed hooked to their respective spots on his belt. He didn't let onto the fact that he recognized Sempur, either...it would be easier to toy with him this way.
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 9:05 pm
Sempur did not look impressed. Well, not that he ever did, probably literally incapable of displaying positive emotions, but at the interloper's grand reveal Sempur's scowl merely grew. How dare he use "perfect" to describe such a wrong answer. (The question was rhetorical, anyway—when did Sempur ever ask questions?) But at least he was smart enough to keep his distance. Just as the other blueblood sized him up, so did Sempur. His verdict? A troublemaker, entirely too childish, yet another disappointment to the blueblood caste. Alas, all such terrible qualities Sempur was all-too familiar with. When did such degredation of the nobility happen? Was he really the only good one left?
Well. Sempur could deal with that. Being not only the final good blueblood, but the perfect specimen, too. Ah, yes, it only made sense that other such failures would be drawn to him. His expression changed from one of unbridled disgust to arrogance now as he slowly stalked towards his inferior, hands clasped behind his back, tone that of a patient lecturer's.
"Playing is a waste of time. Time that would be better spent improving oneself." Sempur stopped in font of the other troll, eyes scanning the proof of his frolicking—the pile of snowballs, the sled, my god who did he intend to play with? Were there other miscreants roaming about? No matter. He would deal with this one now, disappointed gaze snapping back to the other blueblood. "...And you could certainly use some improvement."
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Posted: Fri Apr 06, 2012 10:14 pm
Zeffer met that dark scowl with a little s**t-eating grin of his own. The guy was just like he'd remembered from the tournament, and from the looks of it he was still feeling pretty butt hurt over his defeat at the hands of that green blooded gunslinger. Or maybe it was really that he was always acting that way...yeah, that was actually more plausible. He'd seemed plenty mad even before that glorious fight had occurred. Even though he'd only watched him fight once, and berate his lady friend in public, Zeffer immediately landed on the assumption that the guy was a spectrum adherent. The uniform screamed patriotism.
It didn't matter to Zeffer really. Other trolls would do as they pleased, it really wasn't any business or concern of his until it began to directly affect or threaten him. It wasn't his place to impress his beliefs on others.
When Sempur spoke, he'd barely finished before Zeffer was biting back a laugh. He couldn't hold it in, and snickered, stepping back just a little as the other blueblood peered at him appraisingly. Now, why did those words sound so ******** familiar?
"Dude...you sound like my lusus." he cackled at the thought, at how horribly parental Sempur had sounded by saying that, and nearly doubled over with laughter, before straightening, and crossing his arms, hugging himself a little, his smile wide. "Really though, maybe I'm already improved enough. You can't tell me that all you do is work. Don't you know what they say? All work and no play?" his eyes narrowed in amusement. But, he supposed perhaps that he would humor Sempur. Maybe a little improvement might actually be beneficial. Hadn't the tournament proven Snakedad's forceful training successful? Yes, and he'd almost won. He'd got to meet the queen herself.
"But since you seem like an expert on the subject...what exactly would you say I need to improve upon?" Zeffer asked, and not necessarily in a sarcastic way. He was interested to see just what Sempur said, especially since they hardly knew one another, or what they were capable of.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 7:42 am
Zeffer's constant laughing and perpetual grin was getting on Sempur's nerves, more than things usually got to him. Frayed nerves from the big event, no doubt. He had begun getting visibly worked up again, mouth twitching into the beginnings of a snarl, but no. He had to keep calm. He would not let this brat see he was getting annoyed! Because he wasn't! Ignoring the lusus comment, and it took a lot to ignore it, Sempur instead took the opportunity to talk about himself. A favored pastime.
"'All work and no play' has made me into the expert that I am," Sempur stood tall and ever-so majestically as he spoke, once again fondling the buttons on the front of his jacket with numb, scarred fingers. Why, the inferior blueblood before him didn't even have buttons on his jacket—distasteful. You could tell a lot about a troll by the way they presented themselves, and although Zeffer was clearly well-prepared for the cold mountain weather, Sempur wasn't about to pay the hooligan a compliment. He quickly discarded the thought, in fact, guessing his lusus probably had to dress him for the weather. Haha what a wiggler! Everyone knew the best bluebloods went with as little clothes as possible in the snow, anyway.
"You could start improving by showing a little respect to your superiors, Giggles." He jabbed a finger in Zeffer's direction with each emphasis now, once again sounding like a scolding lusus. Way to go. "Because you so clearly lack proper direction, I shall henceforth be assuming leadership. If you wish to dispute that, and I can't imagine why you would want to, you can fight me." Boy, he sounded smug, finishing with that simple statement. Sempur always was eager to fight others of his caste to establish dominance, though in this case he already considered himself victor. This child was clearly all talk, he could just imagine Zeffer balking at the challenge.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 12:35 pm
As if you don't already seem annoyed, buddy. Zeffer watched the other troll with keen eyes, though he did not noticed the subtle twitch of the other blueblood's mouth. His expression, perpetually frowny, told him everything he needed to know. Didn't this guy ever lighten up? He wondered just how thin Sempur's patience was, how far he'd have to push to make him snap.
"An expert at what? Being a wet blanket?" Zeffer bit his lip and tried not to laugh at his own joke, no matter how hilariously true it happened to be. His eyes darted down to watch the other's hands move, eyeing the scars, and the buttons on his jacket. Of course Zeffer would never wear something so cumbersome or formal looking. He needed fast, and easy, something zippers offered and a billion buttons did not. Unfortunately, part of Sempur's assumptions were true; while Zeffer loved to throw himself to the mercy of the elements, Arcus had learned of his plans and had forced him into the scarf and gloves. It was stupid really, because what would a snake know about frostbite, anyway? They didn't have any fingers...
Giggles. The nickname tore Zeffer's thoughts off of snakes and fingers, and his eyes widened. Oh god, it was so perfect. Now he was really struggling not to do just that, as he listened to Sempur's ridiculous explanation of his flaws, and the incredibly kind favor he was offering to do just for him. "Leadership, huh? Ya wanna be the boss?" Zeffer's grin gained a very manic quality to it, and he began to stalk through the snow toward the pile of snowballs he'd made. "Which direction shall we go, then!?" he asked with an excited snarl, teeth bared as he scooped up one of the snowballs from his pile, before leaping over it and starting to make a wide circle around Sempur.
He didn't know whether to laugh...or to howl. The guy was so damn sure of himself, so pompous and domineering. Zeffer almost admired his confidence, but of course, he could not bend to it. He didn't want to dispute it per say, but he wasn't about to let Sargeant Jerkface boss him around and ruin the fun. He was inwardly walking on the edge of aggressive playfulness and ill-disguised disobedience as he let his sass-filled questions hang in the air. Maybe he'd just give the guy the illusion of control and see just how patient he could be. The difference between work and play was a blurry one with Zeffer.
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Posted: Sun Sep 02, 2012 2:24 pm
Well, an expert was an expert, after all. Sempur would take that as a compliment—he was the king of being a wet blanket, he'd have you know, and the cold, unwelcoming mountain, his kingdom. Under Sempur Livora the Glorious' reign, fun had long since been outlawed, and Busthind had since seen a beautiful Renaissance of productivity and ingenuity unparalleled by any other kingdom, an age of Enlightenment where everyone realized how stupid they were for ignoring Sempur (and he was just Sempur then, having not yet usurped the previous king's throne in a battle so bloody and scarring that the kingdom's new flag was literally painted with gore and flew proudly since), finally bowing to his reign and listening to his orders with absolutely no back-talk whatsoever ever.
Actually, none of that had happened. But it would, and it would have to start with stopping this foreign diplomat attempting to further taint his kingdom with such dangerous ideals. But what's this! Political intrigue in this incredibly stupid kingdom metaphor conjured in Sempur's deluded and damaged mind! The briefest look of surprise crossed his face as Zeffer went for the artillery pile. This was no diplomat, this was an assassin. He saw exactly where this was going, and wanted nothing to do with it, recoiling with a snarl of his own and tracking Zeffer's movement with narrowed eyes, like a cornered animal.
So the troll wanted to get him in on the game, did he? Something as childish as a snowball fight—though, he had to admit, he found the sudden change in attitude exhilarating. The other blueblood actually looked somewhat formidable. Nothing Sempur couldn't handle, of course, it was hard to look too threatening with some packed snow, but there was hope for him yet. If only he would be a little more serious. "Drop that snow, private! Draw your weapons and fight like a real blueblood!" Did Zeffer even realize how gracious he was being, giving him one more chance like this? Sempur had half a mind to just charge now with how insolent the other blueblood was being, hands just itching for his knives. Snowballs couldn't draw blood. Sempur wanted to see this battlefield stained blue.
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kamileunaire rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 6:59 pm
If fun had been outlawed on the mountain, then that made Zeffer Busthind's #1 Most Wanted. The stormchaser continued his circle, eyes wide and fixated on the large beast who was so intent on putting a halt to his merriment. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, which were dark from the cold, and he looked (and felt) for all the world like a predator circling something on which it was intent on pouncing, especially as the other blueblood snarled in his short retreat. Sempur would be a formidable opponent, though, so he couldn't be too rash about it. He had to plan things out so he could prolong the game for as long as possible. It wouldn't be too big of a problem, Zeffer reasoned, because the great horned b*****d seemed like the type to latch on and never let go.
Not two seconds had passed after Sempur had barked his order before Zeffer had lobbed the snowball at him. It sailed over the expanse of snow and burst against one of the blueblood's long horns, sending snow spraying into his hair and face. Zeffer snarled aggressively, starting to backpedal, because he knew that his actions were going to get Sempur's attention and he wanted to keep a good distance between the both of them. Distance and speed were his allies, this much he knew, and he intended to use them. It would only do to get close if they really did end up drawing their weapons. "Weapons!? You hardly seem worth the time for that. What's wrong, beefy? I guess you'd be too slow to hit me anyway. Shall I come a bit closer so you can get a swing in?" he full out taunted, really wanting to see the guy start to move. He was big, but what was his aim like?
Zeffer stooped for a split second to scoop up another large handful of snow in his mittened hands, starting to circle again as he packed it into a perfect little spherical projectile. He was off to Sempur's right now, and suddenly, he yelped, his foot sinking into a deeper area. This caused him to stumble froward before jumping back, snarling, keeping his eyes on his opponent. He would truly have to be wary here, since the snow covered so many hidden obstacles and footfalls.
HP: 20/20
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Soldier of Song rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2012 8:02 pm
19/20
If only Zeffer knew how much of a feat it was to get Sempur to make a facial expression of anything other than cold deadpan or beastly rage. The blueblood was repressed in many ways, emotions being the most obvious one, but Zeffer actually managed to draw a rare one out with that hit—surprise, eye widening and posture stiffening from an animalistic hunch to a startled jump at the sudden spray of snow in his face. It wasn't the best hit, no, but it got the reaction Zeffer wanted as Sempur roared, shock gone as quickly as it had appeared, now in full-on fight mode.
The first shot had been fired. The shot heard 'round the world, historians would later recall. So began the Busthind Massacre.
Sempur wasn't the fastest, Zeffer was also right in that, but he was nothing if not tenacious. Boots sinking in the snow, he made his slow pursuit, easily baited by the taunts. "Snowball fights are for LOWBLOODS and SMALL CHILDREN IN GENERAL," he blustered back, grabbing fistfuls of snow anyway—well, a fistful of snow and a lovely stone to pack into it, crushing the two together just as badly as he wanted to crush Zeffer's windpipe. At the stormchaser's stumble, Sempur snorted in something that could almost be construed as amusement if not for the manic look on his face. He felt completely in his element now, despite the fact that he was just as, if not more ill-suited to the snow. "THIS IS MY TERRITORY, GIGGLES. You are not WELCOME in MY TERRITORY."
He took the opportunity to lob his own rather lumpy snowball at Zeffer, aiming to give his opponent a face full of snow, too. And stone. Because for all his talk of honor and rules of war Sempur was a bit quick to forget those rules applied to him, too, almost tempted to jam his trench knife into his next snowball if it didn't mean parting with his lovely blade.
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kamileunaire rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 1:42 pm
The surprise that appeared on Sempur's face was an amusing change, but the roar that tore from the blueblood's throat almost managed to startle Zeffer himself. He smirked as it echoed up and down the slopes, and he snarled in return, adding into the cacophony as Sempur shifted gears and hurled the fight towards a more explosive beginning. As Sempur moved, so did the storm chaser, sneering at the response he received and laughing aloud as his opponent stooped for a moment to scoop up the snow. ******** hypocrite.
"What the ******** does that make you, then?!" he called out, unaware of the lovely little projectile that Sempur had added to the snow he was packing. He began to back up a bit, not particularly wanting to stumble again if the militaristic b*****d happened to catch up somehow. Zeffer couldn't imagine that the other troll would want to use snow if they ended up tangling at close range, but it would be fun to see how long they could keep the snow-fight up.
"Your territory, huh? I don't see your name written in the snow!!" he laughed and jeered as Sempur reeled back to throw the snowball he'd made moments before. Zeffer did the same, but Semp got his airborne faster, and it made all the difference. Quite suddenly, the stormchaser felt an explosion of pain in his face, and he screeched angrily as he dropped his snowball, hands instead reaching to cover his wound. Blood dripped from his mouth, and rage flared momentarily as he spat a fang into the snow. The b*****d had put a rock in that one! "Funny. I guess even a hard-a** like you can find a little room to cheat like that, huh?"
Immediately he was on the move again, snatching up snow in one hand and reaching for a baton with the other. How tempted he was, now, to close the distance, to turn it into a real fight.
15/20
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Soldier of Song rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 5:30 am
19/20
There it was. The blood Sempur had wanted to see, a disgraceful cerulean so below his own yet still infuriatingly a part of his elite caste. This troll was unworthy to be called a blueblood like him, but the confirmation was there, staining the snow and, as Sempur trailed his gaze upward, dripping from him face. Now that was a bit more of a respectable look for Giggles, and Sempur almost could have mustered a grin as his breath came in great puffs before him, the cold suddenly so much sharper, so much more invigorating. First blood, shed by him, of course. Sempur the War-Torn was known for bathing whole fields in blood, and taking trophies, too.
He didn't respond to Zeffer's taunts right away, too fixated on the blue and moving forward. Gaining territory, another grand accomplishment of General Livora! But no, he was more intent on his prize—reaching the lost tooth, Sempur plucked it from the snow, the point pleasantly sharp on his finger as he dug the bloodied fang into his skin. Ah, now the stomchaser's comment caught up to him. He had a point! "I'll just have to write my name in your blood," Sempur rasped, finally tearing his attention away from the inferior blue to regard Zeffer with an air of distaste.
"A true soldier uses all that he can on the battlefield to his advantage," he began, apparently calmed and back to his usual lecturing. He straightened once more, one hand folded behind his back, the other slipping the tooth into one of his many pockets. It would look so fine next to his war medals. "It's not cheating, Giggles, merely the ingenuity of a true warrior. You should be grateful to get a taste of my prowess. Not very many get this chance!"
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kamileunaire rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 5:41 am
After the initial and unexpected pain of having a tooth knocked from his head, the pain faded sunstantially. Zeffer wiggled his tongue in the bloody gap that had been left behind; it wasn't exactly a rare occurence, the blueblood had suffered similar injuries before, and it was no big deal, the tooth would grow back. He barked a laugh, and watched Sempur draw closer to retrieve his prize, only barely relinquishing any ground to his militaristic opponent. There were only a few yards between them now, and he swallowed a mouthful of blood as he contemplated his next move. He would only need a few seconds to draw his weapons and turn it into a real fight, but it would be a waste to spend so little time toying with Sempur before getting down to business.
"That was just a lucky hit. You'll be hard-pressed to get anymore out of me." Zeffer gloated as he reached up to wipe the dribble of blood from his mouth, giving the other a wicked little smirk. How long, he wondered, would it take for Sempur to become angry enough to give chase? Time to find out!
"Oh, I see. Ingenuity, was it? Plenty of that to be found in chucking stones, huh?" He laughed, his abrasive cackle rattling up and down the slopes, the gap in his teeth now plain as day."It must take loads of prowess to think of such underhanded tactics. Why didn't you just throw the rock and cut out the middleman, that seems like it'd be more your style."15/20
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Soldier of Song rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 2:31 pm
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