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 Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 8:01 pm
C'ross and Nimith
The combined onslaught of the group assault was too much for him. Nimith was screaming, but the blue's frantic voice sounded dim and far away. C'ross stumbled, fell to his knees. The knife fell from numb fingers that no longer had the strength to grip the hilt. The world went gray around the edges, then black.
The blue's screaming did not cease. He could no longer hear C'ross - he couldn't hear his rider - he had failed in his duty. He stood protectively over the fallen unconscious man, teeth bared in a savage incoherent snarl, but it was all bluff and show. He couldn't fight off humans with knives.
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Meepfur rolled 1 8-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-8)
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 8:07 pm
Celandsk attacking Nimith
25/35
3+1=4
MISS
The dragons had all stopped fighting, all of a sudden, and the gold who had attacked him was gone. Good riddance! Celandsk hissed up at the empty air she left behind, then took advantage of the forced pause in the dragons' attacks by attempting to claw at the littleBig that his handler wanted dead. He would fall! They would win!
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 8:20 pm
Kibeth
The whers seemed to be a personal enemy of her world today. First one attacked the Healer that helped care for her when young and now one attacking the very young. Kibeth snarled and ran over to Nimith and C'ross, ungainly on the ground but unwilling to take to the sky.
Try to touch the little blue one or His one more time, human humper, and I will kill you. She bristled, hissing, slim crimson fury guarding the dragonet. The blue wher would need to go through her if he wanted to touch an infant dragon.Bring it. Give me a single reason to chomp your head between my teeth. I want to. Go on. Do it. Try.
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Kyrieko rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 11:54 pm
Narisa - defending against Celandine
Focused so intently on the wher as she was, Narisa almost missed when her handler came after her. She stepped just to the side, turning to face the handler and felt a slit sting along her cheek where the blade barely missed her. Narisa shoved at the man, trying to get some space between them. Only to feel a burning sting as something lashed at her back and only her reflexes saved her from anything more than that sting.
"... the shaff?" She gasped, looking behind her at yet another. Damn.
Mine!
I'm alright. Just a little sting.
Gripping her knife, Narisa stared between the two, breathing evenly and listening to everything around her. She wasn't quite sure how to handle someone with a sharding whip! And... C'ross was in trouble. Shaff shaff shaff!
HP: 20/25 (5-3=2 from Fick, 3 from Celandine)
Attack: 1d6+1
Defense: 1d4+1
Accuracy: -3
Damage Received: 3+1=4 || 7-4= 3
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Kyrieko rolled 1 10-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Jun 04, 2013 11:58 pm
Cepheith - attacking Calendsk
That was just about all the Queen could take of this! She roared and lashed out, attempting to seperate herself and this pale Golden traitor! Teeth and claw sank into her hide and Cepheith pulled away, crimson eyes getting brighter as Iachixth spoke. The younger Gold used the ability gifted her as a Gold and the Trine Queen took advantage of it. Once she shook off the surprise of feeling another Gold's Command brush against her.
Thank you, Iachixth. Please be safe. She said quickly, lunging beyond Banshidheth and galloping to a halt where Nimith was screaming. Her little one! And his rider was down.
Using her size to their every advantage, Cepheith stood above Nimith and C'ross, snarling at any that came near the downed rider and weyrling, sending Kibeth a world of gratitude for coming to his aid. The wher that had attacked the little one caught her gaze and Cepheith hissed. Just try and take her on! She swiped her talons at the beast, attempting to force it back. It would not harm her little Blue any longer!
Nimith! Mine will come and help. Be brave for your rider, he will be alright. There was promise in her tone.
HP: 57/70 (15-6=9)
Attack: 1d10+5
Defense: 1d8+4
Accuracy: -6
Damage: 5+5= 10
((Note: Checked with Skie! Golds are not affected by Command, but may be surprised by it! ))
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 2:28 am
Berath
Her golden friend's command hit her hard, but it was a relief to feel such force. She would get away safely. Berath hunkered down over her rider, teeth bared and eyes blazing red as she waited for the ringing in her mind to calm enough for her to take further action.
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Malcarreth
HP: 29/55
Malcarreth yelped as the far larger dragon's fangs sank into him but he was paralyzed by Iachixth's command, unable to strike back or even defend himself for a moment.
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C'tis - Attacking Ivanhoth
HP: 17/25
Attack: 1d6+1 +3(barbed lash)
Accuracy: -3
Damage: 6 + 1 + 3 = 10
This wasn't looking good. Bereck was down (Aleck was going to be furious), C'ross was down, and Malcarreth was painfully outmatched by his opponent. C'tis hissed between his teeth as the gold's command made all but the other breeder females freeze and, firming his grip on his lash, he took advantage of the moment to go to the aid of his bondmate.
"Keep your claws off him!" Okay, so that one had lacked the snap of his earlier quips but he had bigger worries now.
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Harmony and Harmonsk charged onto the scene with a bellow from the bronze wher and an ululating cry from his bondmate. Drawing her knife Harmony sprang from his back and, after a quick assessment of the situation, charged towards Narisa.
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 2:36 am
A'nos - Attacking Narisa | Acriculeth - No action
HP: 21/30
Attack: 1d6+2 (+3 blade)
Accuracy: -3
Damage: 3 + 2 + 3 = 8
Well, Canaoke was doing well for herself! The old man had looked like much of a challenge in himself, but that had been quite a big knife he'd had. Thus far things were going their way but reinforcements were on the way, and the Warden said to fight until all their enemies lay bleeding? Unlikely.
pinned by the gold's compulsion the bronze could only growl in frustration for the time being.
Well that might be so but there was time yet to do some damage. Expression grim the harper sprinted towards Narisa, blade flashing in the sunlight.
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 2:41 am
Fick - Attacking Nimith
HP: 26/30
Attack: 1d6+2 (+3)
Damage: 1 + 2 + 3 = 5
Uuuugh, well, in for a sixteenth, in for a mark - having gone after a cripple he might as well go for a baby dragon. He half hoped the big red dragon got in his way and stopped him. Fick tried to duck underneath her or weave past her to get at the weyrling and seriously questioned his choices in life. He wished he could slink off and hide as he had during the revolution but he couldn't, they'd all see him and he'd be branded a traitor and probably killed.
He couldn't bring himself to so much as glance at Mercy.
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 2:46 am
Ficksk - Attacking Nimith
HP: 12/30
Attack: 1d8
Accuracy: -5
Limping and panting though she was Ficksk moved to join her handler in his latest attack. Could they go home soon? She didn't like this, the pain she and hers were in and the danger and the knives!
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Meepfur rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 4:07 am
Banshidheth attacking Cepheith
43/70
7+5=12 damage
((How is Cepheith getting the -6 to the damage she takes? orz))
I am here, Banshidheth chided, grabbing hard for the smaller gold. That one of the golds would use their ability to command the dragons present was completely unsurprising, but always disappointing. To force you will on another in such a way...
Disgusting.
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Meepfur rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 4:12 am
Celandine attacking Kibeth
30/30
1+2+3=6 damage
With a crimson dragon - and a gold - turning their attentions to Celandine's wher, a change of target became necessary for the handler. She cracked her whip at the former, hissing, "Don't you dare touch him, you filthy runt!"
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Meepfur rolled 1 10-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 4:15 am
Ivanhoth
42/60
7+2=9 damage
Finally, finally, with the gold gone, her command faded...just in time for him to be whipped by a human! Ivanhoth roared his indignation, and with the last vestiges of the command shaken off by the pain, bit at Malcarreth again. He would pay for what his rider had done!
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Meepfur rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 4:30 am
Anali attacking C'tis
25/30
3+2+3=8 damage
Anali felt no real satisfaction as the Weyrling collapsed, only a faint sense of releif that they were that much closer to being finished here. Not yet, though - there were still plenty of loyalists who needed handling, one of which was attacking a brown. Oh, that brown. Banshidheth had been asked to help calm him on occasion since his rider had been captured, the poor half-crazed thing.
She moved away from the fighting that had crowded near the weyrling pair and to where the bluerider lashed at the brown. Still calmly silent, she slashed at him.
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Naree rolled 2 4-sided dice:
3, 2
Total: 5 (2-8)
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 5:06 am
Tatath-Still Countering
Tatath froze when the whelp of a wher gold gave her command. Not that she could move under Pioth's bulk. Her wings were starting to hurt and she was briefly afraid for her own well-being. Trying to use her tail to her advantage, the small green wiggled but was firm under his claws.
Canoake!
5+2=7
Still stuck
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TawnyAngel rolled 2 4-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-8)
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Posted: Wed Jun 05, 2013 5:19 am
Malcarreth - Attacking Ivanhoth
HP: 20/55
Attack: 2d4+3
Accuracy: -6
Damage: 4 + 4 + 3 = 11
This was bad, very bad indeed. Unable to get away from the brown Malcarreth struck back, trying to ignore the pain of his wounds and no longer wasting energy on speaking. He felt as though he was fighting for his life now not for victory, but in his desperation he found renewed strength and tried to sink his fangs into the brown along with his claws.
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