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Ruriska rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-6)
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 Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 7:12 pm
He took another blow and nearly stumbled, his own attack only glancing off the enemy. He struck out again, desperate to get a solid hit. OOC Footnote Current HP: 32 Chosen familiar: Sand Dog Clues acquired: 4 Section notes: Boar Health: 9
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Ruriska rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 7:14 pm
His legs nearly gave way beneath him as the boar slammed against his side. The buck turned his head, seeking the soft fleshy part of the boars neck and biting down. OOC Footnote Current HP: 26 Chosen familiar: Sand Dog Clues acquired: 4 Section notes: Boar Health: 8 this boar
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Ruriska rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 7:15 pm
Blood filled his mouth and he grimly hung on until the boars thrashing dislodged him. The boar was weak, nearly dead. One more strike. Exhausted, Killing Moon moved in for the final blow. OOC Footnote Current HP: 18 Chosen familiar: Sand Dog Clues acquired: 4 Section notes: Boar Health: 1
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Ruriska rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 7:20 pm
There was no time to rest. A worried nose pressed into his leg. Killing Moon gave a weary chuckle and then followed his familiar away from the dead boar. Into more danger. He stumbled along, through the dense fog. Rebellion was long gone, lost somewhere. The Killing Moon’s breath rattled in his lungs, but he kept on, fighting his body with each step. Strange figures appeared, stalking him, calling to him… OOC Footnote Current HP: 12 Chosen familiar: Sand Dog Clues acquired: 4 Section notes: TAKE THAT BOAR!
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Ruriska rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 7:25 pm
A crane feather floated past his nose. To his eyes, it seemed the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed. He took a moment to gather his courage, using the feather as inspiration, and continued on… OOC Footnote Current HP: 17 Chosen familiar: Sand Dog Clues acquired: 4 Section notes: Ft: 5
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Ruriska rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 7:28 pm
A foal appeared. Feeling no ill will from the strange apparition, the buck followed. “Jealousy.” The foal shouted as it was sucked away into the neverwhere and The Killing Moon stumbled over to the spot where it had been, his heart heavy. But he was getting closer to solving the mystery and needed to continue… OOC Footnote Current HP: 17 Chosen familiar: Sand Dog Clues acquired: 5 Section notes: Ft: 10
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Ruriska rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 13 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 10:10 pm
Eyes through the fog. They beckoned and he followed. What other choice was there? Then they were gone and so he kept walking. OOC Footnote Current HP: 17 Chosen familiar: Sand Dog Clues acquired: 5 Section notes: Ft: 15
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Ruriska rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 10:12 pm
The buck spied more figured, (kin, he thought) as they moved ahead of him. Desperate to catch up, The Killing Moon hurried his pace, but it was only as he grew closer that good sense returned. Nothing good could come of these ‘kin’. Menace rolled off them in waves. He slowed down, avoiding them as best he could. OOC Footnote Current HP: 17 Chosen familiar: Sand Dog Clues acquired: 5 Section notes: Ft: 20
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Ruriska rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 10:25 pm
Voices chanted somewhere beyond his vision. He stood and listened. “She had everything… she had everything… everything I wanted…” OOC Footnote Current HP: 17 Chosen familiar: Sand Dog Clues acquired: 6 Section notes: Ft: 20
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Ruriska rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 14 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 10:26 pm
Another pair of eyes to steer him from the mist. He followed after them and called out a soft, 'thank you' as they disappeared. OOC Footnote Current HP: 17 Chosen familiar: Sand Dog Clues acquired: 6 Section notes: Ft: 25
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Ruriska rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 10:32 pm
Again he saw them and again he hurried; only to catch himself short a second time. They were danger. But with their help he had escaped the cypress grove, leaving the fog behind. Killing Moon shook his head, freeing his mind from the grasps of madness, only to find himself surrounded. Not willing to be a victim, he launched into a direct attack. OOC Footnote Current HP: 17 Chosen familiar: Sand Dog Clues acquired: 6 Section notes: Ft: 30 Out of the cypress! And kicking some a**!
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Ruriska rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 10:41 pm
He was weak, bloodied, his mind and spirit hurt, but he would not give in. Even as his own blood splattered across the ground, he continued his assault. OOC Footnote Current HP: 9 Chosen familiar: Sand Dog Clues acquired: 6 Section notes: Cultist HP: 8 shitshitshitwecandoit
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Ruriska rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 10:47 pm
This was it. His last gamble. Last attack. After this he would have nothing left to give. The Killing Moon struck with everything he had left. OOC Footnote Current HP: 4 Chosen familiar: Sand Dog Clues acquired: 6 Section notes: Cultist HP: 4 Wow Ruri, you miscalculated that. 8|
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 10:48 pm
And he collapsed, feeling the life bleed out of him across the earth... OOC Footnote Current HP: 0 Chosen familiar: Sand Dog Clues acquired: 6 Section notes: Cultist HP: 1 GAME OVER TRY AGAIN.
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 11:35 pm
 He opened his eyes and saw the head. It grimaced back at him, laughing grimly at his horror. Lank grey hair spilled over sightless eyes and Killing Moon stared until the features clicked inside his mind. A sound of pure anguish tore itself from his chest. His brother. His brother. Somebody had killed his brother. He surged upright, circling around the head in a morbid dance. Anger coursed through him. A wash of such strong emotion that it made his head spin. Whoever had done this… … they would pay. He would destroy them. OOC Footnote Current HP: 65 Chosen familiar: Crawfish Clues acquired: 0 Section notes: tasty familiar is gud
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