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DraconicFeline rolled 3 100-sided dice:
96, 25, 38
Total: 159 (3-300)
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 Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 1:21 pm
Character || Biroki
Stage || Sage
Battling || Kipepwa x 3
Battle Stat || 25
Defense || 8
Roll Needed || 50-100
Rolled || 96, 25, 38
Outcome || win x 1, Lose x 2
Experience earned ||
Lvl 7
Winning EXP
( 7x 6 ) / 3= 14
Losing EXP
( 7 x 2 ) / 3 * 2= 9
Total: 23 exp
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Posted: Tue Apr 29, 2014 1:55 pm
Biroki's sleep schedule had shifted almost wholly back to the daytime during his posting in Neued. He wondered if he would ever see the nighttime of Jahuar for a long time, or if he would have to wait until the end of the war, when sleep was not such a rare commodity.
He was taking a rare break in the early dawn, partly a walk among the Jahuar boughs to clear his head, partly scouting and, also, part herb gathering. It was always a good idea to be on the lookout for more herbs and bromiliiads to provide to the healers in the tents, and it gave him a definite purpose to his walks.
The foggy morning air was lovely, cool, and still, and he breathed it in. It was peaceful, different from the smells of pain and soot and death and herbs that filled the camp. And it was clean, very much unlike the camp. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, remembering morning walks of old.
He remembered, once, thinking that the early mists in the canopy right as the sun came up over Jahuar were what peace was. He remembered being inspired to write a poem about it, but he'd forgotten it before he'd reached his Uncle's hut and the available writing supplies.
That had been back before the hut burned down, before - he realized - he had met Zuri, or Briella, or Aminah, or any of the friends he had now. Beofre he had gotten control of his magic, before he had grown up. A long time ago, it felt... Stars, he'd been such a child then.
He let the fog surround him and isolate him from the rest of the world. He couldn't remember what peace felt like. The war hadn't gone on all that long yet, but already he had forgotten.
Perhaps it was time to remember.
He smiled at the thought and, with the grace of a Shifter born to the trees, he began to climb his way into the tall canopy. Cool, blue-touched openness greeted him, the early light of dawn that was caught by the leaves of the great plants. It was misty, but cloudless, and he began to search for a spot to sit and wait for the sun and feel the peace of a Jahuar morning once again.
He heard clicking near him, and turned to look. It was a Kipepwa, its eyes staring at him incomprehensibly in the twilight. "Shoo." he said, brushing it away with the tip of his staff. It stayed put, feeling at him with its antennae. Biroki had had run ins with the clawed creatures before, and he could admire their beauty. "Go away." he said, shoving at it.
It chirped and, with a clack of its mandibles, bit down on his hand.
'Ow!" he yelped, jumping to his feet, wheeling to keep balance before bending his knees and stabilizing himself. 'That hurt!" he said, swiping at it with his staff, "Go away!" but the Kipepwa was very clearly not going away. It chirped at him, fluttering into the air, its clawed feet flexing threateningly. Biroki glared at it. "Just go away already!" he said, swiping at it again with his staff. The beast dodged and scored a nasty scratch on his arm. "Oww! you little..." he said, reaching for his magic before he realized what he was doing and sending a fireball at the beast. The Kipepwa was engulfed in flames and burned quickly, char and ashes falling softly and sadly to the forest floor.
Biroki quickly clamped down on his magic and watched it fall, saddened. He hadn't meant to do that. "s-sorry." he said. It was a shame that the Kipepwa had gotten flamed, but it was just a Kipepwa and his magic had been highly restrained for days. It was an accident. He sighed. Well, he would try not to let it spoil his morning, so he prepared to sit down again, the dawn ever nearer at hand.
But as he crouched to sit down, he heard angry whirring and clicking from behind him, and he turned - somewhat reluctantly around- to see two more kipepwa, clearly angry. "Oops." he managed, before he threw up his arms to protect his face as they charged at him, shrieking and clawing at him. "Aaahhh!" he yelped, backing up and swiping at them, "Stop!" But they weren't going to stop. It was clear that he wasn't going to see the dawn or get any peace this morning and so, with a final swipe at the bugs, he made a controlled fall onto the branches below, hopping down until he was deep in the understory again, beyond where the kipepwa would go. He winced at his bleeding arm wounds and healed them up to keep them from bleeding further - they were only scratches, but he had seen enough scratches turn into something worse in these past weeks. He wasn't going to risk it. He glared up towards the canopy. Stupid things. He brushed off the dirt, knowing he would have to clean himself off later, and began to make his way back to the camp.
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