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Orpheus Solon rolled 2 100-sided dice:
12, 51
Total: 63 (2-200)
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 Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 3:35 pm
Character || Rilind
Stage || Knight
Battling || Witu x 2
Battle Stat || 31
Defense || 16
Roll Needed || 60-100
Rolled || 12 & 51
Outcome || Losses x 2
Experience earned ||
Winning EXP
( [15] x 6 ) / [3] = [30]
Losing EXP
( [15] x 2 ) / [3] = [10] x 2 = 20exp earned
Word Count Needed: 500
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 4:10 pm
Rilind had gone out into the dusty lands of Tale on his own for what felt like the first time in a long time. Since he'd been picked up in Jauhar by the hunting party he had traveled with them, then after that he'd been with the allied army, then finally with Yaholo. It had been some while since he'd been on his own and now that he was he found that it wasn't something he liked any more. As he looked around, taking in the long silence, he gave a slight shiver despite the heat, "Weird..." He muttered to himself. It was just, odd, the fact that he didn't like how lonely he was feeling at the moment. He turned and looked from side to side, really wishing that he'd suddenly spot Yaholo, "I am acting so weak, I don't need him to hold my hand." He could do this, go on a walk on his own, without Yaholo at his side. He didn't need the other man there... but he did want him there.
Shaking his head he continued forward. The man wasn't here at the moment, he was on his own, and it would he fine. He was just walking after all, trying to build back more and more of his strength. After his battle against the beasts known as Arwa he had been drained, needing to sleep it off, to deal with the ache in his shoulder, and various other side effects that made Rilind feel like an old man. Deciding after a moment that he wanted to focus on the upsides of the walk... though as he walked along he found himself suddenly realizing something, that there were eyes on him. His pace slowed to a halt and he found himself looking around once more, half hoping that perhaps Yaholo had in fact followed him. The idea of going on a walk with him sounded nice, a bit of time for just the two of them to interact one on one... but when he spotted those who were following him all those soft, fluffy feelings went out the window.
"Witu." He breathed, hands going to the weapons at his sides. There were a lot of animals that roamed around through Tale but the Witu were the ones that he wanted to deal with the absolute least. They tended to travel in groups, sometimes packs, and were far from being an amiable species. Drawing his weapons he started to walk once more, changing his course ever so slowly so that he was heading back toward where he'd left the others at. He didn't think he wanted to go on this walk anymore he thought to himself just as the Witu came charging at him, snarling, with their teeth barred. Rilind gave a muttered curse under his breath, debating for a moment between fleeing and fighting... but deep down knew that fleeing wasn't really an option. They would just run him down and get to attack his vulnerable back, not something he'd allow. Instead he turned to face the creatures, weapons at the ready, and prepared for a battle against them.
(( Word Count: 522 ))
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