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The Semblance of Unity rolled 7 4-sided dice:
1, 2, 4, 3, 3, 3, 1
Total: 17 (7-28)
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 Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2016 4:50 pm
An acrid smell filled the air and Miserere's edge began to bubble and hiss softly. Acid slid down the point, dripping and sizzling on the ground. Harvard slashed out, but the acidic spray caught a dummy behind Liam instead of the boy himself. HP: 16 DMG: miss CHG: 0/3
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Beejoux rolled 8 12-sided dice:
11, 8, 3, 1, 11, 4, 11, 9
Total: 58 (8-96)
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Posted: Mon Apr 25, 2016 7:46 am
"Jesus!" The acid might have missed him, but Liam flinched, jerking away before straightening up to state wide eyed behind him. What was that?~ I can show you.~ Wicked's voice was an eager sing song. Liam should have been wary of it, but curiosity and a desire to win erased any caution he might have shown otherwise. He reached for that power, and instead of merely handing it over, his partner shoved it into him, through him. Too much Fear all at once, and Liam heard the revenant giggling gleefully as he felt his shield cracking under the strain. ~ Go now, don't waste it.~ Even with the prompting, the younger man's charge was hesitant, and the blow he delivered lacked the oomph it should have had, given the bright glow of the runes. HP: 4 DMG: 6 to Harvard, 12 to self. CHG: 0/3
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The Semblance of Unity rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 7
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 4:54 pm
Harvard saw it coming and braced himself, expecting the hit to sizzle through his bones. And while it certainly hurt, it wasn't as hard as expected. Still, it made him stumble. He wasn't experienced enough to feel when his shield was stretching thin, but Harvard still felt it stretch, thin and gossamer around his shoulders. His reaction was instant, trickles of lessons long past - muscle memory, perhaps. Harvard snapped his arm out and forward powerfully into a thrust that would likely leave him wide open for a riposte. HP: 10 DMG: 9 CHG: 1/3
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 4:35 pm
No riposte would come. Harvrd struck out in a powerful thrust, and Liam felt his shield crack, then shatter under the sharp tip of the rapier. There was a moment of pain, a split second where the weapon was just a weapon, until the wards kicked in to protect him. Even still, it hurt. Liam stumbled back, landing on his butt in the patchy grass with a sharp hiss. ~ Mmm, so close. Not not close enough. Don't worry. You'll get there sooner or later.~ It was mocking and not, reassuring but not. That was how Wicked always sounded, and Liam still wasn't certain in the weapon actually cared, or simply enjoyed playing with him. Regardless, the young man gave a derisive snort, rubbing at the point of impact from Harvard's final strike. "Not bad." It managed to not be bitter, despite Liam's unhappiness with yet another loss, to someone he knew well.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 5:37 pm
Harvard de-summoned as Liam's weapon disappeared. His smile was very nearly a smirk. He walked over to Liam, ignoring the shivery feel of his own thin shield. "Maybe one day you'll catch up to me." He held out his hand to help the other man up.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2016 5:43 pm
"I almost had you this time." He had to have with how evenly matched they'd seemed. That hadn't all been in his head, had it? Surely not. All the same, he took the offered hand up, wincing again. The pain was subsiding though, already being worked on by his partner.
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