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The Anesthesia rolled 1 100-sided dice:
56
Total: 56 (1-100)
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 Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 1:23 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
Character || [Nera]
Stage || [Beast Charmer]
Battling || [Perzi]
Battle Stat || [19]
Defense || [9]
Roll Needed || [70-100]
Rolled || [ 56 ]
Outcome || [ lose ]
Experience earned ||
[7] x 2 ) / [2] = [ 7 ]
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 2:30 pm
Nera felt that she had done so well in her last match; she dared not take a break while adrenaline remained in high volumes in her blood stream. Cracking her whip she roared with the demand of another contender. Once again Jihad chortled as he wiped muck from his tattooed face and into the messy tresses of his long-Mohawk, he was enjoying humiliating the high-born daughter of one of the most well-known generals of the Oban military. A simple gesture brought about another feline to be flung into the ring.
The petite, thinly built charmer rolled her whip until the leather tightly cut against her palm and knuckles. At first the perzi seemed to lounge where it had landed, grooming furless skin with its rough tongue. Digging her heels into the soil Nera run full tilt at the creature hoping to score a hit while it’s guard was down. However, the perzi rolled off of its hindquarters and kicked away before the muscular-youth could even get close. The next few moments seemed to blur past as if Nera were cemented to the ground. The beast was beyond fast, every movement it made seemed to come into life like sparks of light. It wasn’t before long that Nera felt those tiny eruptions of gleaming light press into her skin leaving ribbons of oozing flesh fillet open dangling in place.
“It looks like Princess just doesn’t have what it takes,” snapping his fingers the mahogany complexioned Oban with the skull face tattoo brought the fight to a halt. “Get her out of my arena.”
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