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DraconicFeline rolled 1 100-sided dice:
31
Total: 31 (1-100)
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 Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 9:36 pm
Character || Biroki
Stage || Sage
Battling || Spitorog x 1
Battle Stat || 35
Defense || 5
Roll Needed || 30-100
Rolled || 31
Outcome || Win
Experience earned ||
23
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DraconicFeline rolled 2 100-sided dice:
56, 22
Total: 78 (2-200)
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 9:37 pm
Taming || Spitorog
Attack Stat || 35+6=41
Speed Stat || 21+4=25
Intelligence || 5
Roll 1 Needed || 30-100
Roll 2 Needed || 75-100
Rolled || 56, 22
Outcome || Failure
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2014 10:10 pm
The damn thing just wouldn't go away, would it. He stared down at it, trying not to send fire or lightning at it in his anger. He had to control his magic. He couldn't let it get the best of him.
Then again, why shouldn't he torch the awful beastie? Why shouldn't he reduce it to a pile of smoking ash - cooking it was out of the question; Spitorog meat was not even vaguely tasty or edible - and sweep it out with the dust? Why shouldn't he kill it? It had caused him pain and frustration. Shouldn't he punish it for that?
No. It was just a spitorog. Spitorogs were the least malicious creatures that he knew of. It had meant no harm: The injuries he had sustained had been an accident, a mistimed puffing up combined with chipped crystals. He knelt down - he could see the chipped crystals easily, and couldn't help wondering what had caused them. Normally, when he saw crystals like that, they were chipped by some crushing or injurous force, but the spitorog's warty, slimy, skin showed no scars or marks of injury. None at all.
Biroki shook his head, dispelling his rage into the humid jungle air. "Why?" he asked it, "Why do you still haunt me?" the word haunt brought up ideas that he wished he wasn't thinking. He regarded the spitorog for a long moment, wondering.
Was it even really a spitorog at all? It acted like one, sounded like one, felt like one, and even had the slightly briny, slightly mucky, smell of one. But it was following him, and had been doing so for over a day now. It kept following him. Why? He had no food, no comfort, no reason for any animal to follow him around...
A healer distracted him from his concerned musings, tasking him with a quick errand - a few more supplies, not much more. He decided to ignore the spitorog again for now, setting out into the camp to pick up a few supplies. It was midday, and quieter still. Soon, everybody would be gone, it seemed. But the war would not be. That would keep going, simmering under the surface. He quickly found the supplies and was about to head back when he noticed something that made him uneasy.
There, a few feet behind him, was the spitorog, pulsating with its breathing, its throat sac going in and out. Biroki felt a chill that tickled his skin. Having dealt with angry spirits before, 'Why do you haunt me' suddenly became a very pertinent question. He walked b, slowly, back towards the healing tents, eying it warily as he passed by it. One of its eyes seemed to vaguely follow him and, after a few feet, it turned and began hopping again. Towards him. "G-go away." he murmured, his heart beginning to race, "Leave me be." his pace quickened. It continued to follow, its hops steady and unrushed, as if it had all the time in the world. It only scared him more...
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