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Oliveman rolled 1 20-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-20)
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 Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 2:03 pm
Well, this is like finding a needle in a hay stack. Kit skidded in front of the small herd. Careful not to desturb any of them, he weaved his way through the herd, to what he thought was the middle.
Sorry... he thought.
Kit opened his mouth wide and comped on one of the deers' legs.
((Result of 8 gets nothing...))
The deer panicked and started to run, the other deer began running too Kit's teeth were still on a deer's front leg He let go and tumbled to the ground. He wondered if he filtered out the centaur.
((*Autofollows Des* Gotta goes, homework.))
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 2:17 pm
Coll heard the deer start to panic and rose with them, keeping himself bent at the waist and gear in hand. He followed their lead further into the woods, not trusting himself to look up until they had run for a minute or so. He knew it had been his pursuers that had startled the deer, but he still didn't know why they wanted him of all people...
At any rate, the deer would shelter him for a while.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 2:36 pm
He was short of breath, and the panicking deer weren't making it any easier for him. Athan stumbled to a stop, then leaned up against a nearby tree. His sword clattered to the ground, and he shook his head with a sigh.
"b*****d..."
Athan ran a hand through his hair, soaking it with sweat.
"Guh. Now where the hell are we?"
He looked around, completely lost.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 3:21 pm
Somehow, Athan had chased the centaur to the outskirts of Durem. And despite his fatigue, he continued on his travels.
"Note to self."
He muttered beneath his breath, dragging his sword along the ground behind him as he headed towards the Western fields of Barton town.
"Invest in some form of transportation."
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 3:36 pm
Having successfully lost his pursuers, Coll emerged from the herd of deer and slunk back towards the Courthouse, sticking to the shadows. At least he had redeemed himself for being tricked into a building. Master Leal, I won't let you down... he thought.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 4:55 pm
It wasn't long after leaving the Military Housing estate that Ruuvan pulled up outside the courthouse, once again repeating the procedure of killing the engine and placing the kickstand down. With all his gear already equipped and his body partially rested, Ruu headed straight into the courthouse and began to wander the corridors in search of a Petal of Chaos.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 5:05 pm
Coll, coming up behind the courthouse, froze in the shadows as he heard an engine slow and come to a stop. "This place is no longer safe," he whispered to no one in particular. Changing direction, he headed as quickly as possible while still staying hidden in what he thought was a northerly direction.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 5:12 pm
Having once again found nothing of interest, or no petal anyway, Ruuvan left the confines of the courthouse and got onto his bike again, starting the engine up and checking the fuel levels; still a full tank, even though he'd been driving around for a good three days? The ******** up with that?
It was at this time he took a few moments to look over his pocket Map of Durem, noting the two possible choices he had without backtracking on previous locations: Shopping District or Oriental Gardens... yea, those were both very appealing. Considering he had been to rather sparsely populated areas, thus giving him no huamn interaction for sometime, Ruu decided to head towards the Shopping District. So, with this new course set in mind, he revved the Yamaha's engine a few times before racing North-ward and towards the Shopping area. Even with Elven hearing and good eyesight, the loud noise of the engine drowned his sense making it impossible for him to detect the fleeing Centaur.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 11:58 am
A courthouse, but no place of healing. The makeshift bandage wrapped around his waist was making a terrible red color, that wasn't good. Well, least he had his share of fun for the day. At this rate, he's going to have to have to posesess someone else just to keep going... He hoped that wasn't the case.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 12:19 pm
Starting to feel lightheaded, he went towrds the shopping district, someone might be able to help him over there. Perhaps he was getting a little bit paranoid, he tried to relax a little as he walked forward, at least he wasn't limping as much.
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