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The Anesthesia rolled 1 100-sided dice:
44
Total: 44 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 12:03 pm
Character || Nera Stage || Beast Charmer Battling || [one] Janarim Battle Stat || 30 Defense || 17 Roll Needed || 60-100 Rolled || 44 Outcome || Lose Experience earned || 8
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 1:20 pm
Jihad hadn’t been pleased with the outcome of the last battle. The filthy, rich, whore had somehow cheated and scammed him of his fair earnings. She had never really won before, well except for the one time she literally had some sort of mental break and snapped completely. Killed a damn good Perzi. Now she was hustling him for money, he wouldn’t stand for it. Before the woman had the chance to make her exit Jihad pulled one of the many levers shutting the gates behind the lean-figured Oban. She wasn’t about to bop one of his best beast on the nose and strut away like some puffed up prissy bird.
“What’s going on?” Nera snapped. There was wrong with the situation, the psycho that ran the arena had shut the sole exit and left a foul taste in her mouth. She was trapped in a pit, no one knew where she was and for the first time since she had started coming to the fights did she realize she had no sway over her own safety. Peering down at the Janarim in her lap Nera gritted her teeth, at any moment the creature could turn on her and she wasn’t prepared for that.
And just like that the scent of fear aroused the dozing she-beast. A strong maw opened and snapped around the forearm on the woman that had just been comforting her. Nera was all too aware that the fight was over. The she-beast however didn’t break the skin of her arm but made a huge show of dragging the noble youth and tossing her around as violently as she could. This Earthling was a good one but her master wouldn’t let her leave unless she paid the price he set. There was no need to hurt her but she had to at least rough her up to his liking. The female Janarim hated her life.
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