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Seussi rolled 3 10-sided dice:
3, 10, 4
Total: 17 (3-30)
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 Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 6:22 pm
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Seussi rolled 3 10-sided dice:
10, 9, 5
Total: 24 (3-30)
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 6:26 pm
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Seussi rolled 3 10-sided dice:
3, 7, 5
Total: 15 (3-30)
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2017 6:27 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2017 10:35 pm
Using roll 3 - Dusk - Within a month - Horsemen
What were the words he had said to her? How had he put it, exactly? It was hard to remember, now. It was hard to remember anything, after she'd been starved and tortured. Her body hung limp, wrapped in chains, fastened to an upright slab of stone, her breath barely a wheeze from lungs that felt broken.
Just like every other part of her. Her ribs, her jaw, her nose...
Heads, shoulders, knees and toes~ The song came into her head, awkward and unbidden, and she might have laughed, had she the strength or the will.
But there were things that hurt even more. Her heart, for example. She had tried, in vain, to call out to him when it happened, when a standard infiltration mission that she had done many, many times before had gone South, when the horsemen had surrounded her, and had attacked, until her shield was shattered and one final blow that could have killed her had instead knocked her out.
She wished it had killed her.
She was strong. Or at least, she had been, once. Strong enough to withstand what came next for a lot longer than most would have. What pulled her through, most of the time, was the idea that he was going to come for her, so long as he was alive, she knew, he wouldn't stop.
He was coming. She believed that.
The rest of the time, it was her weapon, who's soothing words sometimes began to blur in her head, but was still there, still reassuring.
Don't leave me. She had said to Claudia, once, and the weapon had replied. < I won't. >
The days passed, one after another, not that Shaheen was even very aware of their passage, and nothing changed. Nobody rode in to save her. No loud and brazen and reckless warrior to come to her rescue, and at that point, she didn't want it.
She was a traitor. They had wanted information, and she had screamed it to them while writhing in agony.
And now, it was over.
What had he said again?
Her shield was broken, her weapon silenced, and tears streaked her face through the blood, and yet, as she looked up at her one true salvation, into the eyes of her death, her lips flickered up into the faintest of smiles.
One month, they'd had one month, at least.
Let's get married before we die, you blonde b***h.
The hammer fell, and thought dulled, and then faded away.
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