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The Anesthesia rolled 1 100-sided dice:
27
Total: 27 (1-100)
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 Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 2:51 pm
Character || Nera
Stage || Beast Charmer
Battling || [one] Gerru
Battle Stat || 30
Defense || 20
Roll Needed || 70-100
Rolled || 27
Outcome || Lose
Experience earned || 10
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 9:37 pm
The day before had been embarrassing. An opportunity had presented itself and Nera faltered so quickly she didn’t even have a chance to savor the moment. Not many people were given the opportunity to see a Gerru much less receive a private lesson with its handler. Somehow though, through the grace of all of the gods and goddesses her mother had somehow arranged for a continuation of the special meeting. It wasn’t just a one time occurrence it was to be a weekly arrangement to help her further her skills as a beast tamer. Nera couldn’t have been more pleased if she tried.
The last time she met the gerru it had overwhelmed her. The size of the creature, its strength and the quickness with which it moved. There was a certain amount of intelligence behind its eyes that it was unsettling for the young woman. What was keeping the beast from just doing whatever it wished? Obviously its trainer had sank years into its rearing, it wasn’t as if it were domesticated but it was obedient and loyal beyond belief. Nera thought her Janarim were compliant, this was leagues above her and something inside of her craved to learn more.
Bette, the gerru’s handler demonstrated new techniques and offered pointers on not just trade-practices but also on the masculine-youth’s whip handling skills. Nera had a decent base to work off of but without any real guidance it was just raw talent being squandered with ignorance. After lectures and various instructions Bette allowed the girl to test what she had learned first hand against her brute of a beats.
It didn’t go well but it was a marked improvement from her last attempt. Nera ducked and rolled weaving between the beast’s legs but in the end she wasn’t fast enough, she had always thought strength met power yet she was learning other attributes were just as important depending on the opponent. One again the gerru pinned the girl with its heavy tail and simply scoffed into the arid breeze.
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