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tatterpixie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-6)
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 Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2016 7:53 am
Hearing Tara's comment, Rob looked over at Rory and saw the dead bird on the ground near her feet. "Well done!" he grinned with a thumbs up before returning his grip to the greatsword and readying the weapon for the next assault. Shields were something foreign to him, though he understood what they were good for. Give him a nice big sword any day of the week. Another bird swooped in, and Rob swung his sword at it. The monster managed to flap out of the way of the greatsword's blow, the tip of the blade knocking some feathers off of it. "s**t," he swore under his breath. This was getting to be a bit frustrating -- he knew he was better than that. Either that or the birds were catching on. The bird screeched and released some of its feathers at Rob, catching him on the cheek as he attempted to dodge them. "Bloody hell!" Those things hurt. Stats Rob's HP: 35 - 5 = 30Weapon: Greatsword Melee -- Heavy Mod: 10 damage, -1 to hit SMALL SWARM Hit points: 31 - 0 = 31 Damage: 5 each time attacked
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Dragon Berri rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2016 11:21 pm
Rory grinned at the cheers from her team mates, their positive reinforcement cementing the knowledge that they were doing the right thing in killing these monsters. When Rob gave a face full of metal feathers, Rory winced and wondered what kind of bandages she had in her pockets. First aid would have to wait until after the last two birds were taken care of. As if her thoughts had called them, one of the birds swooped in and shot a load of dung in her direction. With a yelp, she barely got out of the way and even then the grossness landed on her thigh. She sank down into the snow using one hand to brush snow across her leg while the other held the attacking bird at bay for a moment with her shield. Once she was sure she wasn't going to have a burn from the dung, she slammed her shield upward and knocked the bird away and into the other one causing both to flail against each other. Quote: Rory HP: 41 - 5 = 36 Weapon: Shield - Balanced Defensive (Base Dmg: 6) Mod.: -15 initiative, +6 HP Small Swarm
Hit points: 31 - 6 = 25 Damage: 5 each time attacked
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Kaefaux rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2016 10:15 am
Tara's patience was wearing thin. Gritting her teeth, she caught the sight of the birds flailing against one another from Rory shoving them into one another. With her arrow already notched, she pulled back on the arrow and string quickly, letting the arrow fly.
She was actually surprised to see it hit, with the luck they'd been having, and the guttural screech of one of the birds was morbidly satisfying when one of the two metallic birds fell to the snow with her arrow sticking out of it. "Just one more to go!"
The remaining bird retaliated quickly, and she hissed when some of the dung landed on her lower leg. She stooped down to scoop up snow, trying to quickly remove the gunk from her jeans. Yeah she was really understanding Mathilda's hate right now...
Quote: Tara HP: 27 - 5 = 22 Weapon: Bow Ranged - BalancedMod.: +15 to initiative roll SMALL SWORMHit points: 25 - 6 = 19 Damage: 5 each time attacked
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tatterpixie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2016 11:06 am
Seeing Tara take down another bird, Rob let out a victory whoop. The odds were definitely improving for the trio of Chosen -- now there was only one left. He figured between the three of them, they could dispatch the monster fairly quickly and with minimal damage to themselves. He hoped. This was getting tedious. Rob swung the big sword and missed cleanly as the remaining bird-thing flapped out of the way, then unleashed a barrage of poo on him, catching him on the lower arm. "s**t," he muttered, quickly scooping up some snow to get the manure off. Between the toxic dung and the sharp metallic feathers, these coats were going to be completely ruined by the time everything was all said and done. Stats Rob's HP: 30 - 5 = 25Weapon: Greatsword Melee -- Heavy Mod: 10 damage, -1 to hit SMALL SWARM Hit points: 19 - 0 = 19 Damage: 5 each time attacked
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Dragon Berri rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2016 1:30 pm
"Go Tara!" Rory cheered when the woman put one of the birds down. One left. They could do this! Soon, hopefully. With only one bird left, this should be a piece of cake. (Man, now she wanted cake.) She couldn't stop a slight snicker at Rob's mutter of 's**t' when the bird did what birds do best. She had a weird sense of humor; she couldn't help it! But then the bird came after her and she squeaked, throwing her shield arm out. The strike was not planned well and the bird slid across the shield, metal feathers slicing her shoulder and neck. She scrambled out of the way so it couldn't do too much more damage in such a critical place, but it was already swooping off to attack again. Quote: Rory HP: 36 - 5 = 31 Weapon: Shield - Balanced Defensive (Base Dmg: 6) Mod.: -15 initiative, +6 HP Small Swarm
Hit points: 19 - 3 = 16 Damage: 5 each time attacked
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Kaefaux rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2016 2:15 pm
None of them were getting out of this without needing a lot of patch jobs. Tara managed to side-step her way over somewhat to give Rob a slightly strained smile. "So I had the craziest, likely adrenaline inspired thought but. Bird Blood Beer, actual blood questionable, to celebrate whenever we get the heck out of this mess with these creatures."
The bird shot a metal feather at her, and though it caught her cheek, she huffed and let her body somewhat relax. Enough that as she pulled back the string on the bow with arrow prepped, and she let it fly... it was a solid hit, piercing the bird and making it shriek in a painful way. But it didn't seem to be holding itself in the air too well now, something that made her grin. "Almost, I think!"
Quote: Tara HP: 22 - 5 = 17 Weapon: Bow Ranged - BalancedMod.: +15 to initiative roll SMALL SWORMHit points: 16 - 12 = 4 Damage: 5 each time attacked
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tatterpixie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2016 2:47 pm
Rob couldn't help but grin at Rory's snicker. Yeah, it really was like first you get it on you, then you say it. He was glad the redhead was holding her own with her shield; he still didn't get how shields were useful as weapons, but Rory seemed to, and that was the important thing. Plus it was affording her some protection from attack. " Bird Blood Beer, y'say?" The Dionysus-Chosen mulled over Tara's suggestion as he finished cleaning off the bird poop. He'd gotten a basic tutorial on beer-making in the classroom after their little discussion and his subsequent decision to pursue brewing, and combining that with his knowledge of beer and flavor ingredients, it sounded like a good one to start with. What should it be, though? A red ale or lager, certainly, something with a nice creamy mouth-feel, not too hoppy to make it accessible to the most people… Then he heard Tara exclaim in delight as her arrow flew true and struck the last remaining bird, seriously wounding it. This was his chance. Brandishing the greatsword, he swung at it as it flapped weakly through the air. The end of the blade found the thing's neck, slicing the head half off and knocking it out of the air. It landed in the snow in an awkward position, and with a twitch and a couple of weak flaps of its wings, it expired. "Woo!" Rob whooped with a fist punch into the air. "We did it!" Stats Rob's HP: 25- 5 = 20Weapon: Greatsword Melee -- Heavy Mod: 10 damage, -1 to hit SMALL SWARM Hit points: 4 - 5 = 0 Damage: 5 each time attacked
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Dragon Berri rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Total: 46 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2016 3:17 pm
Rory wrinkled her nose a bit at the thought of Bird Blood Beer, but she supposed if there was no actual blood in it she could give it a shot. She didn't drink anything harder than hard cider usually, but after a fight like this maybe she could make an exception. When Tara and Rob finished off the last creature, Rory fell back onto the snow with a tired cheer. "Whoo! So glad that's over. I vote we go back to the hotel for a break before any of us try this again," she laughed. "Maybe we could look into that Bird Blood Beer idea of yours, Tara. I'm sure we wouldn't be the only Chosen to get a kick out of it." She sat up and eyed the bird carcasses, wondering if she felt like taking anything to mark the victory but decided against it. She was just far too tired to even think about a trophy from this one. She would just be happy it was over and they had won.
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Kaefaux rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Total: 39 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2016 6:34 pm
Tara sank a bit into the snow herself for a moment, laughing with relief once Rob beheaded the last one. "Oh thank god," she sighed, her muscles aching from the strain. Rory's idea sounded good. "A nice long rest. Something hot to drink or eat... ugh, and I really need to try and patch up this coat," she added as she made a face at the claw marks in her jacket.
She hummed a bit and grinned at Rob. "Could you mess with beer flavors here? Or not the right equipment..? I have no idea what goes into beer making." She considered poking at the corpses but... ugh. No. Her way of spiting them was to leave their bodies at this rate.
Quote: LOOT1-60: You gain nothing but the victory of having beaten this opponent.
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tatterpixie rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Total: 71 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2016 6:56 pm
"I don't have the right equipment," Rob shook his head. "But I reckon I could scrounge the kitchen area for interesting supplies for whipping up a batch once we're back home." Realizing what he'd said, he shook his head again and gave a softly snorted chuckle. Home. Was he already thinking of the Prytaneum as 'home'? What about his house --his life, for that matter -- in San Francisco? Somehow that seemed a thousand lifetimes ago. Noticing some bird poop that he missed on his sleeve, he shrugged and pulled a small vial out of his pocket. Might as well collect another sample for whomever to look at, right? Besides, if this stuff was as toxic as he thought it was, it might be useful to hang onto. He scraped off a small amount into the vial, then scooped up some more snow to finish cleaning the stuff off the fur. When he was done, he looked at both Tara and Rory, a weary expression on his cut and bloodied face. "I'm bloody exhausted. Resting sounds like a lovely idea. Let's go, ladies." And with that he turned and headed for the hotel. Quote: LOOT:61-75: Poisonous Dung: You manage to collect a vial of the vile stuff. It can thrown at an opponent once to poison them, dealing 1 damage for 3 turns. After this it is consumed and leaves your inventory forever.
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