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DraconicFeline rolled 2 20-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-40)
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 Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 10:00 am
 I'm rolling a: Torso Rolls left today: 1 Rump Score: 84 Torso Score: 24 Head Score:I chose option # : 1 My score is: -5 Keionx battled the snow, swinging her nonexistant sword mightily as she emerged, victorious, in the light of the boardwalk.
"I AM VICTORIOUS!" she howled, pumping her fist mightily into the air, "I HAVE DEFEATED THE MIGHTY COLD BEAST!" She waved her sled, and in that moment, remembered what she was actually doing.
Oh right. Sledding.
She could see the finish, but not the line. She frowned. Why were all those trolls in the way? They needed to be on the safe sidenlines... unless...
GOBLINBEASTS. THEY WERE GOBLINBEASTS DISGUISED AS TROLLS. CLEARLY THEY WERE THE NEXT OBSTACLE IN THE QUEST TO RACE TO THE FINISH!!!
She gave herself a running start and leapt onto her sled, using the momentum to launch herself towards the crowd. "CHARGE! ONWARD! TO VICTORY!!!" she howled as she barrelled towards them on her sled...
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DraconicFeline rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 10:01 am
I'm rolling a: Torso Rolls left today: 0 Rump Score: 84 Torso Score: 33 Head Score:
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Sypon rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 10:25 am
Ganyma I'm rolling a: Head! Rolls left today: 2 Rump Score: 85 Torso Score: 59 Head Score: 28 Ganyma crafted a beautiful head. His snowman would be impeccable. Satisfied, the child hefted his head up to his chest (his real chest, not his snowtroll's). With surprising strength, he hoisted it up top and centered it on the sizeable, sturdy snowtroll's torso that had already begun to solidify in the cold winter weather. It was complete. Ganyma stood back as far as he could in his plot to survey his snowman. He cocked his head to the side, squatted down to get a different view, and returned to standing with a jolly shake of his head. With a pat of his mittens together, he turned around to view how his competition was doing. The redblood troll was sure to create a nice head, but he didn't look like the strongest contender. And, feeling cheery and helpful after finishing his own snowman early, Ganyma offered him a hand. "Oh, if you want some help puttin' that head on your snowtroll I'm done with mine! I could give you a boost," Normally, Ganyma would encourage others to be independent, of course... But being depended on was something that he wanted even more, even if he didn't quite realize it as he stood waiting for an answer from the redblood. He seemed to have lifted the redblood's spirits enough to carry on already! "Oh, by the way... I'm Ganyma Callow. It's nice to meet you!"
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 12:05 pm
I chose option # : 3 My score is: -4 Sinter's disk made it out from under the snow pile first. At some point along in the blizzard, Sinter had taken shelter under his own sled. Either that or he flipped over and passed out. Where was he; how much time had passed? Sinter moaned. The knee-high snow level was at least bracing his legs so he could keep standing. What little of his body he could still feel hurt. Everything was terrible and he wished he'd stayed home with his lusus. Burrowing wasn't nearly as fun or easy as Lophie made it look. It made sense, however, as Sinter was not some kind of digbeast, and this wasn't even the desert. He was a troll and he was in a race. Sinter shook off the clumps of snow piled up on his horns and tossed his disk on the ground in front of him. Not so much kicking off as falling forward onto his sled, Sinter took off. Pride was an enormous motivator for Sinter, but so was not dying of hypothermia a bajillion miles from home. The likelihood of the latter happening at least seemed to lessen as the flurries died down and the city came back into view. There were lights and buildings and even people! ...A lot of people. OH GOD DON'T CRASH INTO THEM--! Sinter, even with his cold-numbed limbs, sliding awkwardly on his belly on a sled meant to be sat on, still managed to avoid ramming into a crows of people. Unfortunately, his efforts instead rammed him into at least three different course markers, sending flags, and Sinter, in all different directions. Sinter skidded to a stop on a sidewalk where he turtled gracelessly until he was able to regain his bearings and think clearly enough to roll over and look for his sled. Saucer retrieved, Sinter frantically looked around for the course. He could still make it! He could still finish! Only then did he notice the scattered course markers. "O-Oh... Shhhhoooooot..." Sinter muttered into his scarf. He could fix this! He scrambled over to the fallen flags and hastily rearranged them into what he assumed were their correct locations. Okaycloseenoughgottago!!
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seekingCylem rolled 2 20-sided dice:
14, 10
Total: 24 (2-40)
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 12:15 pm
I'm rolling a: Head Time! Rolls left today: 1 Rump Score: 85 Torso Score: 51 Head Score: 0 + 24 = 24! owo
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seekingCylem rolled 1 20-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 12:17 pm
I'm rolling a: Heads will roll Rolls left today: 0 Rump Score: 85 Torso Score: 51 Head Score: 24 + 1 = 25! Sinter had been working diligently on his snowtroll's head, rolling it in neat circles around his small station in the plaza, stopping only to check its size and shape against the rest of his work. He brushed a few lumpy bits of ice off of the surface of the snowball and admired the progress he'd made. Pretty good! All he had to do now was get it on top of the snow body! Sinter looked from his snow head to his snow body. Decapitated, the snowtroll still stood practically at Sinter's height--including his horns, even! Maybe he should decorate the face before trying to toss it on top of the torso... He contemplated with one mitten pressed to his scarf. He wasn't worried about this oversight yet, but the feelings were definitely oncoming. Then Sinter was interrupted by Ganyma. Sinter popped out of his thoughts with a tiny jump to attention. Sinter made a quick ring of glances between his snowtroll, Ganyma, and Ganyma's snowtroll as he processed the offer. "Oh! Uh--Um..." Sinter wasn't terribly eager to cop to being both short and noodle-armed, but he wasn't in a place to be picky either. Besides... this kid seemed genuinely nice! Sinter nodded shyly. "Um, I'm S-Sinter. Heilig. Sinter Heilig. It's nice to meet you too."
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 1:41 pm
Name: Sinter Heilig Blood colour: Red Submission:Sinter waffled around the plaza, doing his best to peer through the crowd without looking particularly flustered. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to ask him about the slightly crumpled card he clutched protectively to his chest. He'd lost track of Ganyma some time between the snowtroll building contest and when he'd skittered off to go make this card. Shyness aside, Sinter hoped he'd be able to find Ganyma again soon. This card was too seasonal to hold onto past winter Bloodfest. He'd still see Ganyma again after winter Bloodfest, regardless though, right?
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 2:51 pm
I chose option 1 : Forge Ahead! My score is: -4 Pushing through the snow was an awful, ridiculous idea that made her wish to just give in. Seriously. She was most likely dead place and Mili, for all the 'fun' this had been was bone weary and cold to the core. Sighing, the young troll started off again, hunkered down tightly as the finish line came in sight. There was a group IN the path of travel. Were they for real? What the heck were these dorks even THINKING? Scowling, the teal blood made a jump decision. There had to be a way to distract both her competitors AND make it to the finish line?
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Eco-friendly Shapeshifter
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Magician Arcana rolled 3 20-sided dice:
9, 14, 12
Total: 35 (3-60)
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 2:52 pm
I'm rolling a: Torso Rolls left today: 0 (doing all three at once) Rump Score: 88 Torso Score: 35 Head Score:
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quite uneventful rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 4:22 pm
I chose option # : 1 My score is: -2 WELL, Forera may have not been desperate, but that bag of moobeast jerky still looked pretty appetizing... She tried to ignore it though, and stuffed Serpentmom down her jacket to make her warmer. A small shiver passed through her as Serpentmom touched her skin, but it was ok!! Was totes great, she was getting a bit too warm in there anyways!! She put her fingers under her neck trying to get the tips of her fingers warm enough so they could continue. Thankfully, within minutes, the snowstorm blows over and she could continue her journey!!
Onwards they went, with Forera pushing her sled and kinda-sorta-maybe getting a bit more cold than she was used to. With teeth chattering, the girl pressed on, finally seeing the goal within reach-- but with a HUGE amount of trolls in the way!! Nope nope, this wouldn't doooo!!! She needed space, needed spaaaaceee!! Into the crowd she pushed, shoving anyone aside to get the hell away from her because no no nope this was stupid where were the drones?!?!?! I'm rolling a: Rump! Rolls left today: 2 Rump Score: 13 + 9 = 22 Torso Score: Head Score:
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quite uneventful rolled 1 20-sided dice:
14
Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 4:27 pm
I'm rolling a: Rump! Rolls left today: 1 Rump Score: 22 + 14 = 36 Torso Score: Head Score:
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quite uneventful rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 4:31 pm
I'm rolling a: Rump! Rolls left today: 0 Rump Score: 22 + 14 = 36 Torso Score: Head Score:
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 6:55 pm
I chose option # : 4 My score is: 0 As she neared the finish line, Hazzan tried to look around to see if there were any other competitors coming in around her. With all the snow, and the crowd, she had no idea whether she was anywhere close to first place - or dead last! There was no way she was leaving the marked course this close to the finish - not after everything she'd been through. So, screaming and shouting and waving her arms all about, Hazzan pushed on to the finish line. If they got out of the way, good for them. And if not- Well, it wasn't her tragedy.
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LordPocky rolled 2 20-sided dice:
18, 5
Total: 23 (2-40)
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 11:38 pm
MiacheI'm rolling a: Torso!
Rolls left today: 1
Rump Score: 20 + 33 +25 ( 78 )
Torso Score: 11
Head Score:
When he finally shook himself out of his stupor he started when he realized the finish line was already in sight...the only problem? Not many other competitors were...he'd fallen terribly behind with that whole trash fiasco. His face lit up in shame as he grit his teeth....damn his own weakness....why would the race run amok with a trash pile anyway?! He was sure it had something to do with lowbloods...
Only one choice.....he quickly jumped off his sled and grabbed hold of it, skirting in between the crowd towards the finish line.
I chose option # : 2
My score is: -5
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LordPocky rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Sat Feb 15, 2014 11:39 pm
MiacheI'm rolling a: Head!
Rolls left today: 0
Rump Score: 20 + 33 +25 ( 78 )
Torso Score: 11 + 23 (34)
Head Score: 16
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