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L ii a t h generated a random number between
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74!
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 Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 7:10 pm
A curious looking shrub caught his eye, and he knelt to examine it. He knew little about tracking, but noticed some of the bottom branches had snapped off; perhaps by a passing animal? Unlikely that it had been Fallon, but maybe it was whatever Fallon had been chasing...or maybe that fox. With a hmm he stood and followed what he thought was the direction the animal had headed.
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musicaloner7 generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
9!
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 7:12 pm
Well then, that'd been quite the curious encounter. Watching the rabbits hop away, Yusri grinned lightly with amusement. Such interesting little things... just what would his pack of feline companions think of them? typically they were curious, but others could sometimes challenge the herbivores. Any matter, he continued through the wooded scenery, perhaps a little more aware of his surroundings than he already was.
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Soldier of Song rolled 1 100-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 7:32 pm
This forest played cruel tricks on man and animal alike, that was all Kozel could conclude as he next happened upon a branch splattered with blood. He did not linger on this scene long once he noticed the feathers scattered below, instead simply shielding the rabbit from the sight and hurrying past, pulse picking up along with his pace. There was suddenly too much blood about for his liking and he dreaded finding any more, unable to keep his eyes from darting about anyway.
He was so focused on not finding any more blood that he had forgotten Zharkov again, until he heard what could only have been his companion crying out and, why, such language! Kozel froze, feeling a chill run down his spine, then whirled around quickly, horrified by the idea that he should see his companion's blood spilled next. He hadn't even considered the Monster that undoubtedly existed would be bold enough to attack Zharkov, monolithic and invincible man that he was, but what else could it be?
Naturally, even when Kozel almost slipped a few times himself in his hurry back, he hadn't thought to consider anything other than a gruesome scene would be waiting for him. Once he arrived, he could have laughed in relief as soon as he saw the other man had only taken another spill again. Could have, if he wasn't breathless with fear and struggling to keep the upset rabbit in his grip again, and also if he wasn't immediately taken by guilty concern.
"Zharkov, are you hurt?" he panted uselessly, hanging back because don't think he didn't see that hawk there, probably just waiting to pounce on the rabbit nearly slipping away from him. Too harried to be gentle, he settled with smothering it possessively against his jacket on one hand, the other extended to Zharkov as he edged cautiously over, babbling with worry. "Here, here, get up already, you look awful—m-maybe you should take my coat; you'll catch cold, all wet like this." Then, remembering their considerable size differences, "No, ah, never mind." But he still didn't like the idea of his friend continuing on and, concern overriding pride, Kozel gave him a pleading look. "We should stop."
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kamileunaire rolled 1 100-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 7:33 pm
Zharkov was already sitting up by the time Kozel came hurrying back, looking up and managing a half-hearted laugh. He had cursed in momentary panic, of course, but he could only imagined that he must have looked ridiculous sitting in the creek bed like he was. He was merely thankful that the creek was not running at full capacity, or he might have been soaked through. "I am fine! I think..." he grunted as he rubbed his back, making a distasteful expression at his sleeves and pantlegs, which were now wet.
"Kozel, it is alright." He said sternly as he took Kozel's hand, and pulled himself up carefully (avoiding pulling Kozel down with him instead). By then his face was red with embarrassment over both the fall and Kozel's worried banter. It was not as if he had called the man's name for need of help...why, he just hadn't wanted Kozel to run off on his own, for the same reasons as before.
"I am sorry for causing a ruckus, it was just a little slip-up, nothing more." He said, trying to play it off as if it were no big deal. And really, it wasn't; he was probably lucky not to have broken anything, though he was damp and muddy, and...
The hawk. Zharkov looked over and sighed, wasting no time in moving over towards it. He was greatly relieved when the bird only hunkered down to the rock it was sitting on as he reached to scoop it up again, and he tucked it under his arm like he had before. It must have been quite tired, all the fight leeched out of it from its injuries, no doubt.
"Stop? As in go back? Why would you want to do that, there's plenty of daylight left." He said, almost sarcastically. "Maybe, Kozel, the forest does not want us to find the tree again." He wondered if that thought had ever entered the Katchian's brain. Superstitious a thought as it was, the natives swore on the spiritual nature of the forest, and he had more reason than ever to believe the things that were said of it.
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 7:33 pm
((Looks like you forgot to roll along with your post, please do so before the 5 AM EST reset to get your points for today!))
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 7:34 pm
You turn a corner to find a man standing with his back to you on the path you're walking or riding. He's wearing an expensive-looking dark blue jacket, his hair is auburn and a touch curly, and when he turns around there's a single spot of blood on his spotless but slightly rumpled cravat. His eyes are an unnatural shade of purple. If you have ever met him before you will recognize him as the spirit named Llyr.
"Good evening," he says to you politely, and then points toward a copse of yellow ashes in the distance. "You may find that direction somewhat more fruitful."
When you look back, he is gone.
You win two points this turn.
Total points: 10
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 7:34 pm
You happen upon a clearing. At the very center lies a fairy circle of mushrooms, unusually large, and though the clearing is abandoned you experience an eerie sensation of being of watched.
You win two points this turn.
Total points: 9
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 7:35 pm
The footing is poor here, and you trip over a root hidden beneath several years' worth of fallen leaves. You manage to catch yourself against a tree before you fall, but the rough bark leaves painful, stinging abrasions across your palm. This may put you at a slight disadvantage.
You lose one point this turn.
Total points: 1
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 7:36 pm
You spy a splash of blood on a single yellow leaf on the ground. When you examine it, the blood looks fresh. Strangely there are no trees in the area with such distinctly golden foliage, but this is still excellent evidence of an animal's trail… isn't it?
After some time of continued searching, however, you are forced to come to the conclusion that you've been waylaid by a prankster — or an unnaturally clever fox.
You lose two points this turn.
Total points: 6
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 7:37 pm
The footing is poor here, and you trip over a root hidden beneath several years' worth of fallen leaves. You manage to catch yourself against a tree before you fall, but the rough bark leaves painful, stinging abrasions across your palm. This may put you at a slight disadvantage.
You lose one point this turn.
Total points: 1
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Cynnybun rolled 1 100-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 11:44 pm
After a bit more walking and snooping about, another noise drew the group's attention off to the side. Daphne huffed and promptly set out in that direction, clearly miffed about being led around the woods on a wild goose chase, leaving Euphemia and Felix to follow. "Daphne, be careful. You don't know what it is," Euphemia chided, making Felix chuckle softly behind her. She sort of wished that she could handle a pistol herself, but she'd always been terribly clumsy and would likely end up hurting herself or Daphne instead of successfully finding and killing a fox-- oh, that too. She wouldn't really be able to kill something... She silently cursed her sympathetic nature; she would just have to find some other way to please her father. Would teamwork suffice?
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lostandtold rolled 1 100-sided dice:
70
Total: 70 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 11:52 pm
Theron was startled enough to curse as he stumbled against the tree. He was only wearing a glove on one hand, in order to leave the other free for tasks requiring more dexterity, but apparently that had been a mistake. He flexed his hand, grimacing, as Stormstruck nosed in over his shoulder to check on the injury.
Wounded palm and pride aside, he couldn't afford to stop for long. After binding his palm with a strip of cloth, he started off down the trail again.
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Azael_Rose generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
9!
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 12:22 am
((Ack! Thank you for the reminder! I can't believe I did that...ok yes I can. x.x )) She gasped at the sight of the fox, "Ah!". It was even more stunning than the vibrant background of the forest. She watched as it slipped away. Before she fully realized it, she was moving in the same direction as it had. Azael quietly moved through the foliage, now with a purpose and a path.
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Ryuukishin generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
15!
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 2:00 am
Frances waited expectantly for another sharp sound to greet her, but none did. All she heard was the passing of small creatures and the falling of leaves, and though peaceful enough on their own, she'd no wish to stay here 'till nightfall.
She cast about for additional prints or any other sign that she may be on the right track, but it slowly dawned upon her that she may be lost within the wood. Following a trail of broken branches seemed fine in tales, but not here where the consequences would be real.
Her walk came to a stop. She was grateful for some rest and legitimately considered leaving the dog and heading back – when a scream cut across quiet. The branches fell from her fingers, but if they made any noise she was deaf to them. She whirled away, preparing to sprint all the way back if she had to, when it occurred to her that there may have been some possibility that the hound had caused that dreadful sound.
She knew not whether she was being brave or stupid, but she continued on.
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~Twilight...Angel~ rolled 1 100-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 3:14 am
Elizabeth looked around the clearing a bit, feeling strange. It was the same kind of circle she had going her new friend in... But it fel different. A lot stranger. She stood still for a second to clear her head, breathing deep. Then continued on around the circle of mushrooms. She had read plenty of stories that say not to enter such circles and she had no intention of doing it now.
She continued on, not noticing anything in particular, but hoping that she may run into another sign of the fox.
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