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Appeal rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-12)
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 Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 6:00 pm
OnionGrump Tybalt cursed, when the intruder came at him again. He felt as though he was being toyed with! Sure he had lucked out so far with dodging, but now he was having difficulties with landing hits of his own! Even after dodging this one he failed to even scratch the guy---and was that b*****d smiling!? He couldn't see it, but he swore that he was smiling!
Tybalt Missed!
HP: 25
Weapon: Rusty Pipe
 It was all grins behind the shadow of of the hood, unseen from all. They were directed at Tybalt and then once again it attacked with its weapon. What was it after? It hadn't hit even once and even taken quite a few strong hits but it was still going. How strange. HP: 2
Damage to Tybalt: 0 (( Apparently Tybalt is just the figure's dance partner. ))
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OnionGrump rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 6:02 pm
Appeal It was all grins behind the shadow of of the hood, unseen from all. They were directed at Tybalt and then once again it attacked with its weapon. What was it after? It hadn't hit even once and even taken quite a few strong hits but it was still going. How strange. HP: 2
Damage to Tybalt: 0 (( Apparently Tybalt is just the figure's dance partner. ))
Why was he smiling!? Was it that funny!?
He had no idea! All he knew was---nothing! FREAKING NOTHING! HE DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING! WHY? BECAUSE THIS GUY WOULD NOT SPEAK!
Irritated to the max now, Tybalt jumped over the next strike, before he twisted around in mid-air and brought down the rusty pipe over his opponents head. Unfortunately, the cloaked figure moved quickly enough that the black dog only managed to scrape him. Tsk!
Tybalt Hit! 1 damage
HP: 25
Weapon: Rusty Pipe
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Appeal rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 1
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 6:18 pm
OnionGrump Oh how he wanted to wipe that smug grin off the bastards face! Which he was positive was there! Never in his life was he more frustrated and angry then he was right now! AND HE WAS STILL SMILING!
Why was he smiling!? Was it that funny!?
He had no idea! All he knew was---nothing! FREAKING NOTHING! HE DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING! WHY? BECAUSE THIS GUY WOULD NOT SPEAK!
Irritated to the max now, Tybalt jumped over the next strike, before he twisted around in mid-air and brought down the rusty pipe over his opponents head. Unfortunately, the cloaked figure moved quickly enough that the black dog only managed to scrape him. Tsk!
Tybalt Hit! 1 damage
HP: 25
Weapon: Rusty Pipe
A little scrape, but not enough to generally concern the figure and so it continued, leading with its weapon and attacking Tybalt with both speed and efficiency. No surprise, but the figure still didn't choose to speak nor did it choose to do any damage. HP: 1
Damage to Tybalt: 0
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OnionGrump rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 6:21 pm
Appeal A little scrape, but not enough to generally concern the figure and so it continued, leading with its weapon and attacking Tybalt with both speed and efficiency. No surprise, but the figure still didn't choose to speak nor did it choose to do any damage. HP: 1
Damage to Tybalt: 0
Jumping back, he managed to avoid another hit, but also the chance to strike back. Causing the black dog to grit his teeth together in another frustrated growl.
Tybalt Missed!
HP: 25
Weapon: Rusty Pipe
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Appeal rolled 2 6-sided dice:
6, 2
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 6:34 pm
OnionGrump This was doing him no good. Because he was losing his cool, his attacks were becoming both sloppy and predictable... BUT HE COULDN'T HELP IT! Damn! Even now! That guy was still mocking him! He couldn't stand it!
Jumping back, he managed to avoid another hit, but also the chance to strike back. Causing the black dog to grit his teeth together in another frustrated growl.
Tybalt Missed!
HP: 25
Weapon: Rusty Pipe
Oh look at the doggy in the fog, the one who is losing his cool. The figure was just staring for a moment, calculating. What would it do next? Did it have time to play with the doggy for a little longer? Why yes, yes it did. With that thought, the figure once again attacked. This time it stopped toying with the dog and hit. The object stings upon contact, leaving your student feeling oddly even more tired. HP: 1
Damage to Tybalt: 2
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OnionGrump rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 6:36 pm
Appeal Oh look at the doggy in the fog, the one who is losing his cool. The figure was just staring for a moment, calculating. What would it do next? Did it have time to play with the doggy for a little longer? Why yes, yes it did. With that thought, the figure once again attacked. This time it stopped toying with the dog and hit. The object stings upon contact, leaving your student feeling oddly even more tired. HP: 1
Damage to Tybalt: 2
That last attack was enough to push the black dog over the edge. Rather than even trying to even dodge the enemies attack, he ignored it completely and rushed forward. He had had enough of this little game! Enough of his taunting! He would end this now! With that thought, he struck his weapon at the cloaked figure as quickly and with as much strength as his remaining energy allowed him.
It was enough!
Tybalt Hit! 5 damage
HP: 25 - 2 = 23
Weapon: Rusty Pipe
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 6:51 pm
OnionGrump THAT. WAS. IT.
That last attack was enough to push the black dog over the edge. Rather than even trying to even dodge the enemies attack, he ignored it completely and rushed forward. He had had enough of this little game! Enough of his taunting! He would end this now! With that thought, he struck his weapon at the cloaked figure as quickly and with as much strength as his remaining energy allowed him.
It was enough!
Tybalt Hit! 5 damage
HP: 25 - 2 = 23
Weapon: Rusty Pipe
Without warning the figure disengages and disappears back into the fog! What was that all about? Either way, on the ground where the figure had stood there shined a mysterious pendant that, in a final attempt to toy with the dog, seems to had fallen out of the figure's pants. It's a shame Tybalt didn't see that. Surely the figure would smile even more at such a thought. HP: 0LOOT: It seems a mysterious pendant has fallen from the figure nearby Tybalt, shining in a very tempting way. Maybe it would piss the figure off it Tybalt took it. (( Be sure to check out your my items in your account! ))
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 6:57 pm
It was one of those speak of the devil moments. Barth had had a long day, though. He wasn't built for slugging it out, unless actual slugs were involved, and hadn't slept properly since he'd washed up on the beach. Now that he had actually reached the cornfield...even if there were hoodies lurking around...he needed some shut eye.
Dangerous, noisy, and threatening situations were his specialty, when it came to sleeping. Finally off the beach and out of the fog, he nodded off.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 7:06 pm
Tybalt swore when the cloaked figure made his escape. Angry that he didn't finish off the little s**t, or even managing to get so much as one word out of him! It pissed him off! That was twice in one night that it happened now!
But hey! He dropped something!
Cautiously moving closer, the black dog eyed the pendant before crouching down beside it. Curious as to what it was. Was it important? Or was it junk? Either way, he was sure it would piss off the cloaked man if he took it. So he did!
With the pendant tucked safely away, he began making his way back to the small group. Pushing stalks of corn out of his way, hoping that he was at least heading in the right direction.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 7:09 pm
Israfel was like the song bird of bad timing. First with the boat and the squid and crash and the Riley doing her pokings and hooded people things and now-
"Why did they have to have to be hooded people in cornfields? Maybe I should have gone another way. I mean, hooded people in corn fields. That was like...my mom's style scaring. Oh Jack maybe we hit a portal back in time." Note to siren self: stop thinking. Why? Because sooner or later Israfel would jump to insane conclusions. like portals and time and him wondering if this was all a plot to get the students killed so the school could collect some twisted form of lawsuit for students endangering staff or jack only knew what.
Israfel just figured he'd never go on another field trip again. He'd looked at the sight. At least his fellow students were winning?
"So..is it safe to say no one is dead yet?"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 9:18 pm
The hunchback held his breath as the dog-boil seemed to have lost his rythm, missing again and again as the Reaper closed in. His grip on his pipe tightened and he stepped towards the corn with growing concern. He had been so impressed by Tybalt's skills before- had it been a fluke?
Just as the doubt had crawled into his mind, the canine shadow leaped in with a vicious finishing blow. He gave a muffled cheer, once again punching the air in relieved victory this time and glanced down to Barth to see if he had seen that-
- but... Christof frowned. He supposed that was more like his Master. The fight clearly had wiped him out. For now, he'd let him sleep.
He jumped at the sudden appearance of another student to their growing traveling party- Ah! That ghoul from class! Boil? He thought Calder was a bit ambiguous, but this Israfel.... baffled the hunchback. He shook his head, No, No one had died yet, with a flush although his eyes remained locked on his face as though trying to find a tell tail clue...
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 9:29 pm
Calder had remained quiet for the most part, but was rather surprised that Christof had arrived. The fact he wasn’t glued to Riley's side actually made his flattened ears perk up, but then he assumed it was for Barth. When the Igor rushed to Barth soon after, he thought this was simple confirmation. Soon his ears dropped again, even though Barth WAS being attacked. Though for as slow as the boil seemed to appear, he sure taught that reaper a thing or two about fighting. Barth returned soon after, but not without falling asleep soon after – here – WHERE THERE WERE REAPERS!
The kelpie stood over the demon, looking down as Barth snoozed in place, laying in the corn field. They hadn't even started going through it all the way and he was already done. "Really now, Barth?" He said, and nudged the boil with his hoof. The sloth demon was OUT!
Calder glanced at Christof for but a moment, and then looked further ahead. "Are you going to take care of him? Is that why you're here isn't it?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 9:44 pm
Calder's voice drew his attention away from the distractingly baffling Siren, giving a shrug and a noncommittal grunt as he nudged Barth with his foot. He seemed capable of helping himself, it would seem. The kelpie was right, though, after that much exertion, the sloth could be out for hours. With a sigh, he stooped down to carefully heft the tall slender frame up onto his hunch, grunting under the weight before glowering at his friend with a 'Are you happy now?' glower.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 9:52 pm
Calder misinterpreted teh frown more at him than at having to deal with the sloth demon, and he frowned deeply back in turn. "Well it's either that or let him get attacked in his sleep, and with the way he sleeps, he won't wake up for anything. If you hate it so much, I'll take over. I already dragged him before when you were chasing Riley's tail." He huffed, turning and looking ahead. "...speaking of nasty creatures that make my skin crawl, we should move before a reaper comes around again." He smirked at his own comment, though he knew that if Riley was around, he wouldn't have said it. He'd be too uncomfortable. He still was. The very idea of her made his skin crawl worse than before.
He glanced at the Igor, thinking just for a moment. "Can you even carry him? You did just get nearly pummeled." Okay, so he cared a little. He couldn't be 100% bitter at him after what the Igor had gone through. Stupid concern!
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 10:04 pm
Christof only strode forward, feeling utterly miserable. He wobbled a bit, but the Igor was sturdy and had experience lugging heavy useless things around. Maybe he should have stayed with Riley. He wouldn't be feeling awkward around strangers and it didn't seem Calder was very happy to see him. He glanced to make sure the others could catch up, and to juggle his load to tap the fresh stitches to show the kelpie that Malodore had done his work and he was feeling fine. No need to mention the weak seam around his neck... hopefully it wouldn't be an issue and he didn't need to know.
He wondered what she was doing now... possibly in danger... but no, she could take care of herself. He had more confidence in her than these two, that was for sure.
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