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itspao_ rolled 1 10-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-10)
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 Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 6:27 pm
MOB SUMMON  Not quite a cat, but more cat than anything else.
gaia_diamond Mob HP: 15 HP
gaia_diamond Mob Autodamage: -3 damage
gaia_diamond Mob Special Ability: N/A
gaia_diamond Mob Loot: Roll 1d4 to see what you get:
1: You win 1 ticket!
2: You win 1 ticket!
3. Nothing.
4. You win 1 ticket!
It was creepier than he expected; he wasn't sure why he expected weak effects like in that cheap s**t at carnivals and stuff, though. This was a bonafide haunted house, connected to Halloween and all manner of scary things in that world. So it was rightfully creepy as all hell, and his grip on the hilt of his sword only got tighter as he walked through the room he was in, eyes narrowed, alert. He wasn't sure what to expect, if he should even expect a fight, but he did.
And he was right to. He'd only been wandering for a few minutes when he heard a cat come up, meowing something fierce. He held Zephira out in front of him and it returned the gesture with a menacing grin.
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itspao_ rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 8:40 pm
It looked rather harmless if he were being honest; the cat, that is. At least if he ignored the smile, which he couldn't. With a curl of his lip he dashed toward it, slashing upward and across and catching a piece of it with the tip of his blade. It hissed at him and backed up, swiping and managing to scratch at his cheek. Rhys felt the sting but the pain was gone quickly, and he actually smirked.
"Damn thing," he muttered before moving in to strike again.
HP: 37/40
DMG: 4
CHG: 1/3
Mob: 11/15
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itspao_ rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 8:42 pm
Maybe he was underestimating it though? His sword his air next and he caught the thing's tail right in his face as it leapt across the room. It stopped to groom itself, as if rubbing it in that he failed his latest attack, which got a snarl out of Rhys before he assumed his fighting stance again. He took a few deep breaths, trying to take in Zephira ramblings about staying calm and composed in a fight and not letting taunts force him out of focus...
He curled his lip and dashed at the cat again.
HP: 34/40
DMG: 0
CHG: 1/3
Mob: 11/15
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itspao_ rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 7
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 8:43 pm
The cat continued to taunt him from a distance but he sidestepped and swung his sword clear across, a satisfied grin spreading across his face when he heard a pained hiss coming from it. He didn't even care that is clawed at his arm and left streaks of red in the wake of its nails. He used the momentum he was already in and swung once more, again hearing the satisfying sound of inflicting pain on the creature for a second time in a row.
"That's right," he muttered as he jumped back and put some distance between him and it.
HP: 31/40
DMG: 3
CHG: 2/3
Mob: 8/15
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itspao_ rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 2
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 8:44 pm
The cat was limping now, not quite as limber as it had been when the fight began. Rhys was hurt but not to the point of being unable to fight anymore, so with a glare he quickly closed the gap and struck again, and again, and again, brandishing his sword in what felt like a natural progression of strikes and movements and combinations. The cat retaliated in the only way it knew, hissing and swiping at him with its claws.
The brief bout ended when Rhys drew back, a number of new cuts and scratches littering his exposed skin. The cat looked to be down for the count...
HP: 28/40
DMG: 4
CHG: 3/3
Mob: 4/15
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itspao_ rolled 4 10-sided dice:
4, 9, 5, 5
Total: 23 (4-40)
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2015 8:45 pm
He felt the tell tale crackle of Zephira charge flowing through her being, and he grinned and gripped the hilt with both hands. He drove perhaps a bit dramatically at the cat and sent a bolt of lightning to engulf the cat's being when his blade made contact for the last time in that fight. With an agonizing shriek the cat finally sizzled and fell, lay limp on the ground where he struck. With a huff Rhys hefted his sword up and rested it on his shoulder, blinking at the downed feline and nudging it about with his foot.
Loot maybe?
HP: 25/40
DMG: 7
CHG: 0/3 (fear: tc, 1 used)
Mob: 0/15 DED
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itspao_ rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 1:51 am
Nope, there wasn't anything to be find in the feline's remains so he walked on.
[ Loot: Nothing! ]
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