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Duke of Donut rolled 2 10-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-20)
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 Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 12:15 pm
OOC Name of character: Emery Algernon Damage done: 5 - 6 = 0 CURRENT HP OF BOSS: 4/100 Current HP: 0/90 (revive in next post) Special ability: Rook's Ambition You can attack two times in a row. 1/1. Species Ability: Monster 2d8-8 instead of 2d6-6. Current weapon equipped: Sorrow and Rage (2d10-6) (Roll 3d10-6 once.)TARGET: Boss. Party of 4: +4 to roll
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 12:17 pm
((IGNORE. Forgot to roll. /facepalm))
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Duke of Donut rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 9
Total: 16 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 12:17 pm
OOC Name of character: Emery Algernon Damage done: 16 - 6 = 10 CURRENT HP OF BOSS: -6/100 = DEAD. Current HP: 35/40 Special ability: Rook's Ambition You can attack two times in a row. 1/1. Species Ability: Monster 2d8-8 instead of 2d6-6. Current weapon equipped: Sorrow and Rage (2d10-6) (Roll 3d10-6 once.)TARGET: Boss. Party of 4: +4 to roll
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Duke of Donut rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 12:20 pm
 Emery looked as her companions faded, shoulders slumping. The guardian was dead, but at the cost of Roman and Rory; the closest of her companions. She inclined her head, sucking in a breath, and let it out carefully. “The grails.” She said to herself, reminding herself of the purpose behind all this. They couldn’t leave her in vain. She murmured a quick prayer, unknown and yet intimately known, and collected the few baubles before moving on to the shelves.
Her companions – the four that remained, anyway – followed her silently, watching and remarking on some of the grails as she made her choice.
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Duke of Donut rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 12:22 pm
It took a long time for Emery to choose her grail; she wavered repeatedly between a couple, weighing on the judgment of her companions. There were so many, and there was only one True Grail for her to drink from. She had to find The Grail, and with the various others on display, it was hard to narrow them down.
As Emery wavered between the two cups, a voice pinged into her head, reminding her of her task. Be warned, for should you choose wrong your true self will be lost to you. And you will live a lie. She grimaced a little, glancing back to her companions, who urged her on with a careful smile. Nodding, Emery picked up a silver-and-emerald grail, crossing to the fountain and filling it carefully.
“Here goes, right?” She said weakly, smiling evenly as she raised the grail to her lips and drank.
The liquid was warm, and in spite of the clarity of the fountain, it tasted… Like a pumpkin. As she drank, her memories returned to her. What she was, who she was, came flying back. She dragged her tongue across her teeth, shadowy but sharp. She was a vampire. A member of the Demon race, a proud ghoul with a very important family.
How could she forget that?
She smiled slightly, setting the grail down again, and looked back to her companions. “Let’s go.” She said, shoulders settling back as she glanced them all over. “We’re done here.” She knew who she was, now.
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