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The Anesthesia rolled 2 100-sided dice:
3, 80
Total: 83 (2-200)
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 Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 11:33 pm
HP || 23
Attack || 19
Defense || 18
Magic || 17
Speed || 18
Perzi (pl. Perzai) - These hairless creatures live in family-like packs and roost in dens made from whatever resources are available to them, or in holes that they either dig themselves or claim as their own. They are intelligent, possessive, and are known to be very aggressive when attacked. Group attacks are fairly common, and they use their claws to attack whatever might have disturbed them.
Difficulty || 7
Defense || 9
xxx>Intelligence || 13
Nera's Attack is 19 and the Perzai's Defense is 9 this equals 10
which puts the required defeat roll to be 70-100
Character || Nera
Stage || Beast Charmer
Battling || Two Perzai
Battle Stat || 19
Defense || 9
Roll Needed || 70-100
Rolled || 3 [ fail ] / 80 [ pass ]
Outcome || Lose / Win
Experience ||
Winning EXP
( [7] x 6 ) / [2] = [ 21 ]
Losing EXP
( [7] x 2 ) / [2] = [ 7 ]
Total EXP Earned || [ 28 ]
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2015 12:43 am
“Do you really think picking up a whip and making your way down here earns you the right to come and play in our games, Princess?” The ebony complexioned man with white skull markings inked into his flesh glowered down at the petite, lean-built Beast Charmer. Nera couldn’t help but sneer right back at the ringleader, his shortly cropped Mohawk which gave him an overall grizzled appearance didn’t haze the young-woman nor did his condescending tone it was the way that his beady black eyes continuously darted to her exposed hips and scantily clad midsection that made her bristle defensively.
“Yeah, something like that. You must be Jihad; I can’t say it is a pleasure to meet you seeing as you are a scrum-sucking worm but I am going to assume pleasantries aren’t really required down here anyhow.” Reaching into the pouch at her side Nera withdrew a fistful of coins and threw them at the man, each rounded metal piece hit glossy dark-skin before clattering to the dirt floor of The Pit. “Can we get on with it then now that my fee is paid?” The question was curt and received a grunt in retort from the wall of a man, stepping to the side Jihad gestured to the ring and snapped his fingers to the men working the cages.
“Let’s give the Princess something on her level. Send in some kitties.”
A flood of crimson colored high-set cheekbones and embarrassment washed over Nera’s figure as she heard sniggering and hushed ‘ooooh’s from the other men working in the underground coliseum, giving the white-haired beast charmer a shove forward Jihad roared with laughter then kicked out a pin from the crank shaft sending a gate slamming shut behind Nera as she staggered into the arena. For a long moment the young-woman simply stood in the ring, uncomfortable and flustered, her small hands fumbling to grip the leather whip set on her hipbone. Where they really about to send in felines? She had seen Perzai before, the furless creatures were hideous and had a knack for trying her patience, she honestly couldn’t wrap her head around the notion that people willingly kept the wrinkled beasts as pets. It was disgusting. Still, having to actually fight something so mundane was not only insulting but in a way infuriating, she had paid her coin and this was how she was being treated by the ringleader; unacceptable.
The scuffling of noise from across the arena drew Nera’s attention forward, small barred openings in the wall that comprised the boundary of the pit sank into the floor and two Perzai shot out in a flurry of angry sounding movements. Both feline’s were of average size, reaching just below Nera’s groin, not quite half her height but very well close enough to it so that she genuinely felt unease upon seeing the duo make a frenzied dash in her direction. Leather mutely hit the sand, no over the top show of brandishing the weapon just a slight moment with her shoulders and left hand as she readied her whip. Within moments the two felines were upon her, the smaller of the pair first to lash out and strike at her exposed belly. Nera found herself dodging and gracelessly weaving from side to side in order to avoid being hit by extended claws. Kicking forward to put some space between her and the pair Nera extended her arm and cracked her whip towards the face of her opponent, striking it across the snout and right eye with the popper of her weapon, leaving a deep gash.
The wound only seemed to enrage the beast further, a snarl erupted from the perzi and it charged again. Nera however was ready and followed through with a sidearm wrap, the popper let out a loud crack and the fall of the whip coiled around the beast’s long, fleshy neck up to the thong of the weapon, using the momentum of her body the white-haired Oban spun on her heels and flung the creature head first into a stone column. A sickening snap echoed across the arena and the perzi fell to the ground, twisted and limp.
“s**t . . .”
The words barely left Nera’s mouth before she felt a heavy weight against her back and jagged fangs sink into her shoulder. The attack wasn’t overwhelming or nearly enough to bring the young-woman to her knees however Nera found herself staggering forward and one of the many hidden traps of the arena sprung to life under her feet. Within moments Nera was within the pitfall with a very angry perzi mauling her at every turn, the close proximity preventing her from using her whip or even being able to angle herself so that she could climb out of the trap-hole. Victory went to the perzi by default, leaving Princess with her fur raised and sporting a sore ego.
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