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Meepfur rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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 Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 6:20 pm
Brown Ivanhoth/Handlers, Attacking Scarath (Fi'o remaining inside.)
All had been well, peaceful even, and when the wher responded to him, a bit of blue had found its way into Ivanhoth's eyes, but not for long. A warning was cried, and even as he rose to his feet, the brown found himself on the receiving end of an impresively hard headbutt that sent him staggering into the outside wall of the infirmary.
I have betrayed no one! he responded vehemently, eyes flashing, and whipped around to slash at Scarath with his claws. My loyalties have never changed. His had always loved the whers, and he had long ago come to share that love.
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Ivanhoth: 49/60
Attack: 1d10+2
Defense: 1d8+2
Accuracy: -6
Damage: 2+2=4
MISS
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Meepfur rolled 1 8-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-8)
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 6:31 pm
Blue Catarsk/Handlers, Attacking S'kor (Cataran remaining inside.)
His humming ceased abruptly when Kelbsk rose the alarm, and Catarsk was quick to his feet, swinging his head to regard his handler. Enemies! Catarsk go help?
Cataran didn't respond immediately, instead rising and rushing to the door to look out. Shards and shells, that was a big bronze out there! He'd gone straight for one of their browns, the poor little fellow who was out there waiting for his rider to wake from a much-needed rest. The woman looked to her wher, then back to the scene outside. She didn't want to see Catarsk hurt, but they needed to help their allies.
Yes, she answered, swallowing hard. Go help.
Chirping his assent, the blue charged outside to rush one of the enemy humans.
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Catarsk: 35/35
Attack: 1d8+1
Defense: 1d6+1
Accuracy: -5
Damage: 6+1=7
HIT
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Spicy Dizaster rolled 1 100-sided dice:
65
Total: 65 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 11:46 am
((Sorry I wasn't here ^_^ Tossing someone in now))
(Not for consideration)
NPC Tekki & Blue Gigath/Riders - no one yet(outside)
~Mine! They've left already! Get a move on!~ Gigath shifted anxiously from side to side as he waited for his to finish whatever she was doing. They should have been ready to leave when the three groups rose into the air but Tekki, scatter brained as ever, had managed to misplace her riding jacket...then there were stones in her boots, and now she'd broken her bootstrap and was trying to tie her boot on tight with her hair ribbon. The blue gave a weary sigh. He loved his but she really needed to get a grip sometimes.
~ Hold on Gig I've almost got it....there! Lets go! ~ The young rider laughed at Gigath's annoyance. She knew deep inside he was more amused than anything else. If they were a few seconds late it couldn't possibly be that bad! She scrambled up Gigath's side and buckled herself in tight. She'd learned early on that while some riders could sit unstrapped for a short flight and be fine...she'd better buckle in every time she sat in the saddle. "Alright big boy! You know where they are?"
~ I have coordinates. We go! ~ He launched and after only a couple wingbeats brought them in above Trine. He bugled in alarm. The fighting had already begun! Coming in so low allowed him to drop to the ground, urging Tekki to dismount quickly so he could help.
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Tekki (23)
HP: 30
Atk: 1D6+2
Def: 1D4+2
Acc:-3
Gigath (Blue)
HP:55
Atk:2D4+3
Def:1D8+1
Acc: -6
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TawnyAngel rolled 2 4-sided dice:
3, 3
Total: 6 (2-8)
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 12:19 pm
((Posted too soon, will repost when it's actually my turn. Derp.))
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 12:25 pm
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 12:29 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 12:56 pm
~Senior Queen Brakiath~
Commotion.
Around the back of the infirmary, away from the clash, She stirred.
Eyes opened slowly; huge, and red, and white with her rage and her pain.
The roars of dragons and whers and the shouts of humans.
Threats.
Threats to Hers.
Eyes blazing brighter the Queen unfolded, rose up and screamed with rage.
Fangs bared the mighty dragon shot forward like a lighting bolt, and as she rounded the corner to where the battle had begun her huge claws ended the lives of two green whers in less than a heartbeat.
As their bodies fell to the ground she loomed over the battlefield and screamed again.
She saw not friend, only foe, those who might seek to harm her ailing rider within.
For these wretches there would be no mercy.
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Brakiath - Senior Queen
HP: 140/140
Attack: 2d8+5
Defence: 2d6+4
Accuracy: - 8
Ability: Command dragons, twice per battle as a free action (she can take other actions in the same round)
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You have roused the wrath of senior queen Brakiath!
She will attack whers and dragons irrespective of which side they are on. Her 'kills' do not count as points for either side.
Equally, you may choose to retreat from combat here without penalty.
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Rhiannon Chandra rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 12:56 pm
Gauden
Attacking Catarsk
The bellows of the dragons drew Gauden's attention for a moment, before he returned his eyes to the ground, where his real enemies lay. He couldn't do anything about the dragons, nor they about him. The whers and the humans, though, would be a problem.
They showed that soon enough when a Blue came barreling at them and took a swipe at S'kor, happy to help its handler. Gauden let the rest of the whip's coil drop and pulled back his arm to strike the wher back from S'kor.
Suddenly, a Gold form loomed large and angry, smashing down on whers that surrounded the infirmary. Gauden's strike hesitated and he looked up at the Queen that now towered over the battle. Enraged. Mad.
"Shards and Shells," he breathed, staring with wide eyes at Brakiath as she demanded they leave.
Gauden quickly turned his attention back to S'kor and the wher attacking him, lashing out with his whip.
"Do we go?" he asked S'kor quickly, trying to keep an eye on the wher and the looming crazy Queen at the same time.
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HP: 25
Attack: 1+1+2=4
Accuracy: -3=HIT
Items: Whip
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Revel1984 rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 2:08 pm
Finsk, Attacking Gauden, (Finlan, slower to react but heading outside - no action as yet)
When the dragons clashed outside Finsk was curious, he'd not yet seen the 'bigones' fighting, only 'bigones' fighting whers. He watched as the blue wher Catarsk ran outside and he looked at his Handler who flicked an arm out and pointed after the blue "Go with him Finsk" he was told, Finsk, despite his reluctance to hurt humans, was eager to please His.
Finsk ran outside just in time to suddenly cower momentarily from the power booming in the Queen's voice. BigGoldOne was scary, he'd be certain to stay away from here if he could. Finlan followed his Wher at a fast walk, the Brown already far ahead of him. As such Finsk didn't see the man attack Catarsk but Finlan did. "Finsk, the man that's after Catarsk... Get him!" was the order, Finsk's eyes whirled just a little in indecision, this was a person after all but his Bonded's word was to be obeyed and he charged towards the man, aiming to swipe Gauden's legs from beneath him, or at least leave some deep tracks down a thigh.
Finsk
HP: 40/40
Attack: 1d8+2
Defense: 1d6+2
Accuracy: -5
Damage: 2+2=4
MISS
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 5:34 am
Wingsecond S’kor/Bronze Scarath/Riders – no one yet.(outside)
Age: 19
HP: 18/25
Attack: 1d6+1
Defense: 1d4+1
Accuracy: -3
Items:
Scarath
HP: 65/65
Attack: 1d10+3
Defense: 1d8+3
Accuracy: -6
Things were just getting started. He felt Scarath make the first hit. Pity it had to be against another dragon. S'kor turned to focus on a blue wher charging at him. Once more he regreted not having something as the wher got a successful hit in and left his mark. All at once things changed.
Scarath nimbly pulled aside easily avoiding the return from the brown. He gave a hiss. Then you have always sided with the whers! Have you no pride Ivanhoth in being a dragon?! The bronze was ready to continue where he'd left off when a commanding presense caught his attention. Gold Brakiath. Scarath leaped back and bugled to His. Mine! Mine we must go! The gold had given an order; he retreated from the brown and rejoined His where he stood by Gauden.
Of all the times to make a critical mistake. S'kor cursed as he spotted the gold coming around. For a moment he'd forgotten she was there, so quite she usually was. He had hoped she was joining them when she killed the whers, but then he felt the force of her command; with her rider down there was no saying what she would do.
It was time for a quick decision. S'kor nodded gratefully to the man standing beside him against the blue wher. "Aye, get up on Scarath. We don't want to risk injuring the Brakiath or her rider. This will have to rethought out." He moved back a couple of steps, glaring at the wher. "Riders to me!" he shouted. "Fall back! We will find a better way." S'kor glanced at the gold, determined to hold his ground until the rest of the group retreated.
Scarath raised his head and bugled. We leave for now. He passed along to the other dragons in his group to be sure it was understood.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 5:38 am
Journeyman Wherhandler Kelbmor/Blue Kelbsk/Handlers- no one yet(outside)
Age: 41
HP: 35/35
Attack: 1d6+2
Defense: 1d4+2
Accuracy: -3
Items:
Kelbmor hadn't expected the gold to get involved. Though it had an immediant effect on those charging in. He thought he heard the call for retreat and smirked. Too yellow livered to put up a fight.
Kelbsk
HP: 35/35
Attack: 1d8+1
Defense: 1d6+1
Accuracy: -5
Kelbsk cringed and tried to hid behind his handler as the gold killed two whers. Angry one was angry! He tried to trill soothingly at her. He didn't want her mad at him!
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 5:44 am
magnadearel Wingrider N’ras/Brown Tashyth/Handlers – no one yet Age: 30 HP: 30/30 Attack: 1d6+2 Defense: 1d4+2 Accuracy: -3 Items: N’ras didn't have much time to react. The bronze attacked the fellow brown, then an angry gold Brakiath put in her appearance. He wondered briefly where she'd been hiding, then attempted to keep Tashyth out of her sight. Tashyth HP: 60/60 Attack: 1d10+2 Defense: 1d8+2 Accuracy: -6 Tashyth cringed as the gold shouted out her command. He wanted to leave! Appearantly so did the group coming for them. He watched as Scarath joined his rider who backed up a step.
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Meepfur rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 6:52 am
Brown Ivanhoth/Handlers, Attacking Brakiath
Ivanhoth had shrunk back, cringing, when Brakiath appeared in her fury, pressing himself against the wall of the building. She was scary - far scarier than Cepheith! But he couldn't leave, not with His inside! All this, however, had finally woken her, and it was only a matter of moments before Fi'o emerged from the infirmary.
Emerged to see everyone just standing around! Were they sharding morons? "Get her!" she yelled. "There's only one of her, and all of us! If we work together, we can take her down!"
Mine? The brown turned startled eyes at his rider.
Do it, Ive. Show them not be afraid!
Steeling himself, Ivanhoth took a deep breath, then lunged.
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Ivanhoth: 49/60
Attack: 1d10+2
Defense: 1d8+2
Accuracy: -6
Damage: 9+2=11
HIT
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Meepfur rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 6:56 am
Fi'o/Handlers, Attacking Brakiath
"Yes!" Fi'o whooped. "See? Don't be cowards, we can do this!" Brakiath's own allies might have been afraid of her, but Fi'o wasn't. Not yet. She stooped to grab something she could throw, not even looking to see what it was before chucking it at the angry Queen.
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Fi'o: 30/30
Attack: 1d6+2
Defense: 1d4+2
Accuracy: -3
Items: None
Damage: 6+2=8
HIT
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Meepfur rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 7:03 am
Blue Catarsk/Handlers, Attacking Brakiath
The hit with the whip had hurt, but that wasn't what made him cringe away - no, it was the Queen who did that. Catarsk keened, hunkering down close to the ground and backing away. Cataran!
The heavy handler had followed the brownrider outside, and after looking from her to the large and angry gold, then to her wher, bit her lip until it bled.
Do it, Catarsk. Help him.
The blue hesitated, his eyes whirling yellow and gray. Those greens, she'd killed those greens...
Catarsk.
He shuddered, but finally did as he was told.
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Catarsk: 31/35
Attack: 1d8+1
Defense: 1d6+1
Accuracy: -5
Damage: 8+1=9
HIT
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