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The Anesthesia rolled 1 100-sided dice:
60
Total: 60 (1-100)
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 Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 6:29 pm
HP || 28
Attack || 19
Defense || 18
Magic || 17
Speed || 18
RAPTRIX (pl. Raptri) - These unique creatures are quite large, the tops of their heads sometimes standing above that of an earthling's. They are carnivorous beasts with facial features very reminiscent of a canine's, including their sharp teeth. Their paws sport a series of sharp talons, perfect for use against their opponents.
Difficulty || 15
Defense || 16
xxx>Intelligence || 19
Character || Nera
Stage || Beast Charmer
Battling || Raprix
Battle Stat || 19
Defense || 16
Roll Needed || 80 - 100
Rolled || 60
Outcome || [lose]
Experience earned ||
[15] x 2 ) / [2] = [ 15 ]
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2016 2:06 am
More coin was exchanged and once again the former-redhead found herself paired off with the same overly troublesome winged-d***o she had faced two times prior; or more commonly referred to as that Raptrix. Unsteady hands took turns fondling the hilt of her whip, it wasn’t that she was nerves, that of course wasn’t the case it was simply that Nera grew irritated with the name running the establishment and his lackluster sense of humor when it came to giving her opponents. She paid her fee like anyone, perhaps even more than what others did, yet Jihad refused to take her seriously. Heavy leather had never felt comfortable to Nera, the bindings always made her palms sweat and the effort it took to control each moment of the thong and fall was dizzying. A sword at least felt like an extension of her arm, she had spent so many hours when she was a child taking swings at practice dummies, a sword was rigid, solid it obeyed without opposition whereas a whip needed to be reasoned with, it wanted to go in one direction or attempt to lash out and come back on itself. It was difficult; perhaps that is why she felt compelled to hone her skills with the damned thing. Regardless, the battle at hand was well underway. Nera had successfully hit the beast across its snout a few times and once even managed to rip its front paws out from underneath it however at some point the creature disarmed her leaving the aristocratic Oban without a means to defend herself and within a few moments the battle was over, her defeat finalized. Nera however didn’t flee in a fit of rage or sag under the weight of shame she normally would have, instead she squared her shoulders and exited the arena feeling a sense of accomplishment, she was getting better whether others saw it or not.
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