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DraconicFeline rolled 1 100-sided dice:
50
Total: 50 (1-100)
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 Posted: Sat Nov 23, 2013 11:49 am
Character || Ruelash
Stage || Swordsman
Battling || Nehredile
Battle Stat || 16
Defense || 12
Roll Needed || 80-100
Rolled || 50
Outcome || Loss
Experience earned ||
Difficulty: 13
(13x 2 ) / 2= 13
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 6:48 pm
It was time to try that damn beast again. This time, Ruelash was certain, he would take its horn.
He was trying to be clever, checking his surroundings thoroughly to ensure there were no ways for its friend to come up behind him or pitfalls or weak ice or anything that could ruin his revenge. He was trying to be cunning, setting up a snare around the Gorgorum hole he had found so that, when it did come up, it would be bound and held. Perhaps not dead, because its blubber would keep the snare from getting too deep, but incapacitated or slowed at the very least. He was trying to be patient and stealthy, burying himself in a mound of freshly fallen snow atop the ice. And there, he waited. He would get the beast this time, for sure.
He waited and waited. Hours passed, marked by the cold sunlight as it glittering off the snow and dark ice of the lake. He ignored the pangs of hunger and thirst that started to bother him. The damn creature was going to come out at any moment, and he would finally have his revenge and satisfaction.
Night fell, cold and still and there was still nothing. Ruelash was just about to give up for the night when, suddenly, he felt something jab him in the back, very hard. He spun around, swords raised, only to see a Nehredile with very distinctive markings standing a few feet away. Ruelash stared at it- it must have poked him with its horn. And there was o mistakeing its markings- this was HIS nehredile, the nehredile that eluded him time after time. As Ruelash tensed to pounce, It harrumphed amusedly and began to slide powerfully and quickly along the ice. He pounced, managing not to face plant into the ice, though he missed, and gave chase. He slashed with a sword, missing the nehredile by a hair as it slipped down a gorgorum hole and away.
Ruelash kicked a chunk of ice into the hole and stalked away, his back sore and his stomach needy.
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