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keiifuu rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 2
Total: 5 (2-12)
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 Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 3:37 am
Standing up, Fallow regarded the door again, tail twisting in agitation and body aching from his previous trials. This was probably only the beginning to a long and tedious week, but somewhere in the back of his mind, a morbid little voice bounced up and down and chanted funfunfunfunfun. Rumbling, Fallow lifted a leg, and was about to kick the door when he realized how stupid that would probably be as well. Especially when his fist had shown him that using singular limbs wasn't the best of ideas.
Fallow sat down again and scowled.
[ USING A SAVE ]
HP: 5/30
SAVES: 0/2
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keiifuu rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 3:40 am
When he finally realized a - very stupid, might be possible, hmmmnnn - sort of way to try and break down the door, Fallow leapt up, steeling himself for what was to come. Rocking on his heels, the Púca breathed softly under his breath, tensing his muscles and counting under his breath, "one, two, and --- "
His entire weight slammed into the doors, and Fallow gave out a determined snort, bare feet digging into rocky ground and pushing. This door would open! Even if he had to slam it three hundred ti --
As if by magic, the exit swung open, and Fallow yelped as he fell at the sudden lack of material to keep him up. Scrabbling to his feet and squinting at the blinding light, Fallows tail lashed back and forth, and he realized belatedly that he'd managed to somehow escape the toxic cave.
A carnivorous smile split across his lips.
Success!
HP: 5/30
SAVES: 0/2
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 3:19 pm
Weapon CraftingWhile the Horsemen of War can summon their Clan weapon to them at any point, many take pride in mastering a variety of mundane weaponry as well, both combat and manufacture - no sense in limiting oneself to only one mode of battle, after all! Even 'decorative' weapons bear a brutal edge. The Crafters' Den is a sheltered platform halfway up a massive pine, with all the materials one might want, other than metal. The head Crafter, a sharp-eyed older Horsewoman, carefully watches all students under her care to ensure a.) nothing goes missing and b.) nobody gets stupid. "You can have enough to make one knife," she grumbles. "And don't waste it, either!" Can you impress her with your craftsmanship? ... Probably not. But it's worth a try. Phase One: Weapon Creation Create a weapon of War and test its mettle. If your craftsmanship is good, you may be victorious and gain the head Crafter's favor. For a minute or two, anyway. In your first post, roll 3d4 to determine what your knife is made of, how well it is made, and how it is decorated.First Dice: Material - 1: Wood (+1 point) - 2: Seashell (+2 points) - 3: Bone (+3 points) - 4: Stone (think flint or obsidian; +4 points) Second Dice: Craftsmanship - 1: You're in a bit of a hurry, so... (Shoddy: +1 point) - 2: You throw something together. It looks kinda close? (Mediocre: +2 points) - 3: You spend a bit of time on it, and come up with something okay. (Acceptable: +3 points) - 4: You throw yourself into your work with passion, paying close attention to detail! (Awesome: +4 points) Third Dice: Artistry - 1: It's a knife. Does it really matter if it's pretty or not? (Ugly: +1 point) - 2: You wrap the hilt in leather. Good enough. (Decent: +2 points) - 3: You wrap the hilt in leather and add a feather. Pretty! (Shiny: +3 points) - 4: You wrap the hilt in leather and add stylish strands of beads and feathering. That is one cool knife. (Stylish: +4 points) Roleplay out your knife's creation! At the end of your post, put the specifics of your knife's creation (i.e. Shoddy Stylish Wood Knife) along with the total score (the total of your dice roll).Phase Two: Weapon Testing In the Clan of War, there is no such thing as a decorative blade! Even weapons destined to hang on the walls of huts are finished to battle-ready quality. You must test your knife and prove its worth, attacking the simple leathery mannequin kept in the Den for that purpose. Take your knife's point score from the creation post. This is your knife's HP. You must now do battle until your knife breaks! The number of posts your knife survives determines the number of points you get. To Do Battle:Roll 2d4 in each post. The first dice indicates the number of damage your knife does to the test target (for RP flavor!). The second dice indicates the amount of damage your knife takes from the attack. Battle ends when your knife shatters. Aw. (And yes, this means you can't take it with you. Sorry!) Point Distribution [ Horsemen Points Distribution: ] (Select only one option based on your results) You win one point if: You finish your knife (with filled-out RP) and your knife breaks on rounds one or two of testing. You win two points if: You finish your knife (with filled-out RP) and your knife breaks on rounds three or four of testing. You win three points if: You finish your knife (with filled-out RP) and your knife breaks on rounds five or more of testing.
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kuumeii rolled 3 4-sided dice:
4, 4, 4
Total: 12 (3-12)
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 3:39 pm
Mea liked knives. They long reminded her of her own claws and she admired their sharpness like her teeth. Whereas she wasn't sure on actually using one, they were pretty enough to look at. Watching the cranky craftsman Mea paid extra close attention and bounced while she gazed over the entire area. What would she use? Could she do it well? She shrugged slightly and began to comb over materials.
The rough touch of stone under her fingers won her fancy and she pulled out the obsidian happily, tracing over the sharp edges. It was such as her dark claws, sharp on the edges and deadly if used correctly. "This one!" She said with excitement, bounding over to the work table and grabbing at the tools.
Narrowing in on her task she let the room turn to a blur while she began to chip her material down to a sharp point. There was no one here but her and the blade while she worked what felt like an eternity over the material, chipping away more parts to make the shape. Intricately she moved over it with her fingers, adjusting to the sharpness and fine tuning the stone down to it's perfect form.
Lifting it up over her head she admired the sheen and was greatly satisfied by the sharpness of it's point. The rabbit ear's twitched to further show her satisfaction and she grinned widely, moving to a nearby workbench with various different materials used for decoration. Mea made a gleeful squeal and she began to pick through the leather pieces, wrapping the hilt delicately. With a tentative jab into the air she tightened it a bit to adjust it until she nodded, alright with her work.
Now came the fun part.
Taking the brightly colored red and some black feathers, she began to affix them to the leather hilt, tying them into place in a decorative fashion. Grabbing out of a bowl of decorative beads she took a strand of the leather and began to weave them in into a pattern. Licking her lips she was reminded of a brightly colored pheasant she had happened across and enjoyed thoroughly.
Standing she held it above her head towards the sky and made a "Oooh" sound while it caught the beams of the incoming sunlight. The rabbit was deeply satisfied and grinning back at the horsewoman. "I'm ready now!" She exclaimed, taking a few steps towards the testing area.
[[Created Awesome Stylish Stone Knife]]
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keiifuu rolled 3 4-sided dice:
3, 2, 1
Total: 6 (3-12)
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 3:40 pm
[ WEEK TWO, DAY TWO : WEAPON CRAFTING ]
Probably the stark opposite of Mea, Fallow did not like knives.
They were... impersonal. Fallow liked contact. Skin contact. He liked to feel flesh and blood and bone and all of the rhythmic chaos going on just beneath the surface when he touched someone. He didn't like knives. They were impersonal. They couldn't feel that the way his fingers could. Thus, his knife was far less superior to Mea's, and for once, Fallow wasn't sure he cared. Trotting in after the rabbit and folding his ears towards the sound and smell of metal and heat.
Combing through the materials was the easy part, and Fallow's ears perked despite his dislike of weaponry towards a material that he enjoyed. Fingers smoothing over the bone, Fallow picked it up and turned it over in his hands, brushing his fingers over the edges and memorizing each and every angle of it with a soft and keening purr. "Ah," He rumbled to himself, "this'll work."
Of course, he wasn't entirely keen on the idea of making it into a knife. Settling next to Mea, the Púca put himself to work, mindlessly hacking away at the material until something vaguely like the sharpened point of a knife began to emerge. Fallow kept at it a bit longer, if only for the sake of making it look alright, though he carefully avoided the eyes of the woman watching over them, in slight intimidation that she would kick him out for being so useless with weaponry. Finishing the mediocre job, Fallow waved it around and around for a moment before looking over at Mea, who was decorating hers.
Why though?
It wasn't as though the clan was going to let them keep their work. Fallow rumbled in slight dissatisfaction. He would only get attached if he added so many pretty things to it. He wouldn't want to leave it here, or worse, break it. So the knife remained ugly in his hands, something he couldn't - wouldn't - get attached to. The Púca was possessive as hell. He didn't need to get sour over something as stupid as a knife.
[ created mediocre ugly bone knife ]
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kuumeii rolled 2 4-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-8)
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 4:50 pm
The dummy was rather ugly - that was the rabbit's first observation as she wandered near it. Her gaze shifted across it and she scrunched her mouth and nose together in an odd sort of gaze. It had been beaten, battered and if it could be bruised it probably would be. Clutching tightly to her knife there was a glint in one of her eyes while she sauntered over to it with excitement.
Training dummy was going down.
It was a quick motion and she stabbed directly into the heart of the lifeless creature, stabbing through the material of the dummy down to the other side. She grinned. How like her claws! Therapeutic as it was she could only stare at the stab with satisfaction for so long before growing bored.
Attempting to get the knife out was no easy task and she had to grab on with both hands just to lodge it free. Jerking it a few times it lodged itself free, though not without some damage first. It was a death blow to the dummy but the knife had not just pierced him but had also slid through the wooden middle which had damaged it just so.
Shrugging it off she met where the eyes of the dummy were. "I've still got more for you."
((KNIFE HP 8/12))
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kuumeii rolled 2 4-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-8)
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 4:59 pm
Mea could almost smell the blood as she made a swift jab at the neck of the dummy. She knew the anatomy well given her general love of certain delicacies and was happy to have those images flashing through her mind. The knife acted beautifully like her teeth may have and she fondly began to think of the knife itself as an extension of herself.
Surely this is how the horseman of war thought with their weapons. Deadly, beautiful and to them a part of their bodies like she with her claws. Her stomach squeaked and she retrieved the knife again, noticing little damage this time in comparison to the damage left behind in the dummy.
There was a slow, eerie grin that appeared on her face as she moved back into an attacking position.
((KNIFE HP 6/12))
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kuumeii rolled 2 4-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-8)
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 5:00 pm
Slipping ever so slightly she missed where the artery would be in the leg and rather poked through the knee instead. It was still a blow that could easily bring down a foe but not quite so deadly as she would have hoped. Leaving the knife for a moment she took a step back to look it over as it protruded out of the dummy. With a grin back towards Fallow she bounced back over and pried it free. Or rather attempted to.
With a few grunts she clung onto the edge and pulled at it several times. She heard a slight crunching noise as she finally managed it free. Gazing over the gleaming black blade she frowned as she began to notice the wear on it already. Perhaps she was treating it too forcefully? It was true it was like her fangs and her claws but used in the same way it was probably not meant to be stabbed into things in the same manner.
Feeling over the blade with a finger she smiled. "You still have some fight in you, huh."
((KNIFE HP 2/12))
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kuumeii rolled 2 4-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-8)
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 5:08 pm
Again she had gone for a deadly blow but ended up missing and what was worse was that she stabbed it so hard she felt the blade shudder. Perplexed, the rabbit twitched her tail and freed the knife. Instantly it fell in two pieces into her hands - the sharp edge and the decorative hilt. Mea blinked, confused but shrugged as she pocketed the pieces.
It had survived this long and she felt that was satisfactory. Perhaps next time she wouldn't attack the dummy with such ferocity. But where is the fun in that? She thought, turning back to the Puca with a grin. "Your turn!" She exclaimed, bouncing off beside him. Maybe he had better control than she did when it came to attacking.
Flicking her ears she began to watch intently.
((KNIFE HP 0/12))
KNIFE BROKE!
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keiifuu rolled 2 4-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-8)
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 5:22 pm
Turning to eye the dummy that they were instructed to use their knife against, Fallow weighed the blade in his hand and hummed. He'd never really bothered with the art of combat. He knew how to threw darts but... well, he doubted that was much the same at all. The Púca flinched as well when he realized he was probably being watched from behind too. He couldn't linger here all day though, and Mea was already taking turns. His ears curled towards the rabbit, and looking over at her, he rumbled softly "how are you so good at this?"
Twisting the bone knife in his hands, Fallow sighed and flipped it a few times before making a move towards the dummy and lunging. Of course, it wasn't a very precise movement, and he wasn't very good. The knife glanced off of the dummy and splintered down the middle, and reeling back, the Púca gave it a scathing glance. He'd not expected it to be very good, but certainly he didn't expect it to do this poorly either! Sighing, Fallow readied himself for another lunge.
Maybe he would be lucky this time.
KNIFE HP: 2/6
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keiifuu rolled 2 4-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-8)
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 5:26 pm
Fallow, pretty positive that his knife was about as amazing as a stick, lunged again at the dummy, and watched in utter awe as it splintered straight in half. A chunk went sailing straight past him and past the instructors head to the canopy below. The silence that spread out afterwards made Fallow flinch, and very, very slowly, he began inching away and towards the exit.
At least that made one thing certain for sure. Fallow was never, ever crafting a knife again. Or so he thought for the rest of that day.
KNIFE HP: 0/6
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 4:11 am
The Stadium:There is a small stadium for young War Horsemen set up away from the larger training fields, several circles set out for pairs to spar against each other in. A rather rugged looking female stands, dark skinned, light haired, covered in scars and warpaint, her hair unevenly cut in the back to a short length and ridiculously long and braided in the front, wrapped around itself, several feathers tucked into both it and the dark stained fabric, bones from several different types of creatures weaved into jewelry she wears, her wings colored like a golden eagle. On one arm, she has several slashes of paint – what looks like hundreds, trailing down it. After staring too long she finally speaks up:
“There is one for each battle I have won.” She said simply, shifting the pole she held to her other hand before turning to show her other arm, which is spotted with paint of a different color – and much more numerous. “I have one for each battle I have lost as well. To become a true warrior, you must climb your way to the top from the very bottom, and the best place to start is practicing against those who may just be better than you.” She explained, before motioning to one of the circles and an individual that was practicing on their own.
“Go join them.” She says, “If you think you’re ready. If you win, you will be paired up with the winner of another spar. So on, and so forth. After five victories, a break will be allowed for the day.” She says, the only explanation she gives as she hands off a small staff.Mechanics There are 5 roundsRoll 2d8 each post First dice is how hard you hit Second dice is how hard the opponent hit You want to roll higher than your NPC opponent. If you roll a tie roll a tiebreaker between them (same as the above) If you lose a match any matches you roll -for fun- afterwards cannot be counted towards points, but you can keep rolling spars! Please fill in each of your posts with a small summary of how your spar went! It could be more than one hit, despite having only rolled one! Have fun with it! Horsemen Points Distribution [ Horsemen Points Distribution: ] (Select only one option based on your results) You win one point if you win rounds 1 or 2! You win two points if you win round 3 or 4! You win all three points if you win round 5 (or higher if you keep rolling for fun!)
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keiifuu rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 7
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 4:47 am
[ WEEK TWO, DAY THREE : STADIUM ] This was much better than weapon crafting!
Fallow's mind was set solely on the idea of brawling. Winning or losing wasn't even something that made it into his conscious as he stepped into the small sparring ring, his tail lashing back and forth in extreme excitement as he bounced from foot to foot. While he was absolute s**t with most weapons, he was honestly alright with his hands. And breaking things with them too. His gut twisted into a knot of tension, hands clenching and unclenching. Ever since his time in Conquest, he'd been trying desperately to shove down, strangle, and otherwise maul his desire to run rampant and fling himself headfirst into any sort of chaos of the physical nature.
And this was perfect.
Staring down his opponent - who, he had to admit, was roughly the same size of him - he grinned wickedly, and when she leapt forward to start the match, so did he. It might have only been Fallow's extremely stupid and unpredictable nature that won him the round too, since she probably didn't expect him to shoot right past her even though he looked like he was going to try and tackle her to the ground, making the his young sparring partner spin around only in time to catch his fist.
Fallow laughed out at the feeling of skin on skin - it was quickly turned to a howl when she jabbed him with her elbow and wrestled him to the ground. There, they spent minutes delivering blows, rolling one after the other all around the ring, never quite managing to get back up on their feet before the other yanked a tail or a wing and dragged them back down. Finally, Fallow let out a triumphant battle cry and pinned her down with his knees and arms, sitting on her stomach and wagging his tail with a carnivorous grin.
"I win!"
And even though he did, she punched him again for good measure.
Round One:
Fallow: 8
Opponent: 7
Fallow wins!
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kuumeii rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 3:18 pm
Alamea was groggy. She remembered very little from the early morning other than Fallow pulling on her sleeves. In an almost daze she had followed after him and down to where the stadium was. It was interesting to say the least and in such a state the rabbit could only stare blankly at the structure as they approached it. It was only until she could smell a hint of blood that she was even truly aware of where they had decided to go today.
Sparring stadium.
Yawning out the rest of her tiredness she looked back to the horsewoman with great admiration. Mea herself was no fighter, she was a scavenger, though was sure that somewhere she was able to fight to at least some level. Twitching her ears to show her attentiveness she flashed a grin back to Fallow and then towards the rows of circles before them. Happy to try she bounced but then stopped while viewing the two individuals in the ring in front of her.
Some of these War Horseman were just so TALL. Frowning she patted her head a few times and sighed. 4' 10'' was not a good height when it came to taking on someone with at least 12 inches on you and it made her grimace while she approached a circle near where Fallow was. Glancing back to him she felt a little spark of courage as she watched him move onward without much hesitation.
Swallowing her own reluctance, she moved into the small arena and gazed back to her opponent. Just like she thought, she was taller than herself. Looking back to her she moved her hands into a defensive position in front of her and watched the horsewoman warily. Trained, poised, ready; the other was looking back at her with a gleam in her eyes. Alamea stayed ready, keeping her hands in the position. For a few moments they only moved around each other. Mea could see the other was sizing her up just as she was doing. After a moment they were at it and both lunged at each other. Mea felt a kick connect to her opponent but in it's stead received a blow her own, in the chest. Moving back she rubbed it with a cough and glanced back her way.
She blinked when she found the girl stagger back under her kick. Mea had landed a kick but was unaware if it had actually done any damage. There was an urge to give a happy bounce but felt it inappropriate. Rather she gave a small bow like she had in Conquest so many times. The rabbit wasn't even sure if the girl had seen because she was so quickly gone and another opponent moved into her circle.
Mea blinked.
She was even taller.
Round One: Mea ((7)) - NPC ((5)) - Winner Mea
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kuumeii rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2012 3:47 pm
Regardless of her height, Mea was feeling better about her abilities. Though she was certain she would not win all of her matches she did figure enough to try. Surely these horsewomen would give their all and as guest of their Clan she should also pay them the same respect. Pink discs watched their opponent as Mea twirled around her in the same position she had been in previously.
Again she moved towards her, kicking out with a leg in confidence. She did not feel the same connect as she previously had, however. Confused she looked back towards the opponent and moved back. Both of their legs had reached out at the same time to block from even hitting. Moving back into her position she could see a smile cross her opponents face. They really do enjoy this. Mea thought, finding herself with a smile too.
"Shall we try again?"
Round Two: Mea ((3)) - NPC ((3)) - TIE
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