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bobaTJ rolled 1 100-sided dice:
64
Total: 64 (1-100)
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 Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 10:47 am
Character || Sebastien
Stage || Beast Charmer
Battling || Janarim
Battle Stat || 31
Defense || 17
Roll Needed || 60-100
Rolled || 64
Outcome || Win
Experience earned || 16 x 6 = 96 / 2 = 48
It was curiosity that brought Sebastien back out to the wilds in the same area he had done battle before. His last experience with a janarim had been interesting. They were beast bred for war, meant to take some serious hits and stay standing, not to mention tear enormous holes in the enemy. The last one, though, had spared him the battle. It had just... wandered away. Why? He knew it had been hurt, he had seen the blood, but that wasn't reason enough. Wounded animals were often more fierce, running on adrenaline born out of fear and pain when confronted by a new enemy.
This time, Sebastien had brought with him a length of strong rope. It wasn't necessarily the smartest idea to try and tame a wild janarim on your own, but he was willing to take the chance. He knew the rope was good, at least. If it could bind a crystal spider's trespassing limbs then it would be able to hold a janarim.
Sebastien only had to wait forty-five minutes for his old "friend" to come by. The janarim slunk across the sand, perhaps hunting, and so the Charmer came down off of his natural rock pile and approached slowly. For a moment the two just stared at one another, sharing that same strange moment, and then the janarim lifted its front claw and took a step closer. Sebastien wasn't sure what it meant until he heard that familiar threatening rumble, and rather than let the beast get the first strike he stepped forward suddenly and cracked his whip at the beast. It hissed and lunged, but Seb was able to dodge and whip it again, this time very near the wound still decorating its side.
wc: 290
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bobaTJ rolled 2 100-sided dice:
29, 38
Total: 67 (2-200)
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 10:50 am
Taming || Janarim
Attack Stat || 31
Speed Stat || 27
Intelligence || 19
Roll 1 Needed || 85-100 (+10)
Roll 2 Needed || 95-100 (+ cool
Rolled || 29, 38
Outcome || Failure
coming...The janarim winced and shuddered backward, but stopped its retreat at a couple of steps and lowered its head. Sebastien found he had no idea what this meant either. He was going to have to spend more time around the janarim back on the compound, trained or not. He barely knew their body language and he considered that a personal failing. If he wanted to keep moving up, he'd have to learn them to perfection. He took another slow step, and this time began to speak to the beast.
"I don't want to hurt you," he assured it, voice low and soft. "You're an interesting one, aren't you?" The janarim's eyes flickered to one side as if seeking a way out. Was that fear? His gaze left the beast's for just a moment and he spotted the wound. It didn't look like it was healing well. The poor thing must be in pain. His gaze returned.
"I know a few healers. If we get you calmed down, we can go see one." Of course he didn't expect it to now what he was saying, but he was demonstrating body language not of submission nor danger. He was being careful, gentle. The janarim didn't seem to like it, though, and began to growl again, backing up.
Sebastien began to uncoil the rope from his hip, but when he raised it the janarim spooked, hissed viciously, and bolted in the opposite direction.
Alright, so not this time, but he'd be back.
wc: 252
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