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Emma of Bainbridge rolled 1 100-sided dice:
47
Total: 47 (1-100)
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 Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 4:24 pm
((Whoops! Accidentally rolled two 100-sided dice. Editing...))
Probability is a cruel, cruel mistress, the sorcerer decided as he felt a few ribs crack. Perhaps he was getting ahead of himself in trying to only use the sword.
He had used barely a spark of magic in the battle and it had gotten him-well, suffice to say, when all was said and done, he was going to do a lot more practice with the sword.
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Nazynri rolled 1 100-sided dice:
100
Total: 100 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 4:27 pm
"Oh carp."
A swell of -something, it wasn't exactly emotion anymore, it was so intense- engulfed Scribbler, and she let her eyes fall shut. What was it that triggered the spell again?
Ah, yes.
"Defaeco!" she shouted, raising her hands. Needle-like projectiles of purple light made their mark in the golem. It shuddered a moment as if stunned by the sudden introduction of soul energy, then exploded into little pieces.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 4:39 pm
[Victory!]
[Items:
Hrothbert gained: Rune. (Protects you against damage from one enemy attack.)
Scribbler: Bow Rifle-Republic of Heirde edition (Weapon, optional)
Farskon: Health Potion. ]
As the golem was destroyed a squadron guard came running forward raising their weapons. "Alright, what's going on here?" Said a gruff looking guard, most of the population was Sun Eaters and he had the longest set of antennas out of all of them.
He was obviously the commanding officer as he was well decorated.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 4:41 pm
"What does it look like?" Hrothbert replied with sarcasm clear in his tone.
He winced as he cast a minor healing spell, feeling the ribs knit back together.
It still hurt, mind you, but he'd had worse.
Much worse.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 4:44 pm
"Listen here, uuum," The officer replied,"Whatever you are."
He cleared his throat."It's obvious a brawl took place, but I can't just let you waltz off as if nothing ever happened."
"Information, now," He demanded, the translating spell activated on him adding an echo."You can either tell me now, or we'll have to drag it out in an interrogation room; your choice."
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 4:45 pm
"That," Scribbler pointed at the rubble of the golem. "Tried to kill us."
"And the travel guide said this city was one of the safest around! How would we know why a golem randomly decides to attack?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 4:51 pm
The officer nodded, and sighed."I don't know what this Earth is coming to these days, well what attacked you? Golem, conjuration, enchantment?"
He motioned over a guard with a notepad and what looked a lot like a fountain pen, but it seemed to have ink refilling itself.
Farskon was afraid to talk, and tried to remain hidden, in hopes that he would not be recognized.
[Darkling Fact of the Day: They call their world Earth as well.]
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 4:53 pm
The refined Englishness dropped away instantly to be replaced with a more common charm. "To tell ye the truth, I can't be sure meself. It came at us too fast..."
Having Old English as one's native tongue helped a bit, lending a roughness to the words.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 4:53 pm
"Whatever you call that."
Again, Scribbler gestured to the pile of rubble that was the golem.
Her ink was already surreptitiously removing the faint traces of soul energy and pigment from it, burrowing deep into the earth below to avoid detection.
She flared her wings a little in apparent irritation.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 5:01 pm
"Alright, well sorry about this whole mess here," He said with the translating echo."Listen, protocol demands you give a wittiness's testify, but we'll let you off you all seem shaken up. We'll handle it from here."
He gave a dismissing motion as the guards began doing their work on the scene.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 5:06 pm
"Very kind of ye, sir." he replied with a small smile before gesturing to Scribbler and Farkson, getting them both well out of the way of the guards.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 5:08 pm
"Alright, officer."
Scribbler turned away, her brows furrowing in apprehension.
Move faster, dammit, she urged the energy-carrying pigment. It was snaking its way unnaturally quickly underground, out of the range of detection amidst the noise of the ground sample.
"Everyone okay?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 5:14 pm
"Yeah I'm okay," Farskon replied and brushed off the caked blood on his mouth and the front of his clothing. He looked around, and then said quietly."Are we still gonna head North?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 5:15 pm
"A few cracked ribs, but they've healed." he replied. He didn't actually mind them that much.
They were a reminder that he was alive.
"North indeed." he added in response to Farkson's comment. "I can sense that much."
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