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tetrachrome rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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 Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 8:52 am
Xanha - Dodging
HP: 3/30
15 - 1d8 - 14 damage taken
The roar left her ears ringing, and when the wher lunged, there was nothing Xanha could do this time. She took the animal full in the chest, stumbling back, hitting the wall hard. There was nothing to it, and through a haze of pain and confusion, she watched Kleos move to slit the animal's throat. and though she wasn't entirely aware of what was going on around her, she hoped that was enough to do it.
Hissing, she slumped, sinking down the wall. "Faranth, we need to get out of here!" she snapped, then coughed wetly and put a hand to her chest. It came away red. Xanha shuddered, vaguely aware that it should hurt worse than it did. She recognized it - shock. Faranth. They were all going to die in these tunnels. All of them.
This had been a terrible mistake.
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 10:44 am
Gold wher - Defending against KleosHP: 2/120 Defence: 1d4+1 Damage taken: 7 + 4 + 5 = 16 - 2 = 14 The wher snarled again but her voice was weaker now. Eyes whirling grey and yellow she backed into her den. Unsteady on her feet the huge beast staggered, and as she recovered her balance she kicked over an egg. Oh, and those were large wher eggs and there were a lot of them. In the gloom an exact count would be difficult but a quick glance would reveal upwards of nine.
As her offspring was knocked over and rolled away from her the golden mother gave a cry of distress and moved forward to stop it with a paw, pushing it back behind her and flaring out her small wings in a last desperate attempt to scare off her enemies. With ichor streaming from her ruined eye and the many wounds the rider loyalists had given her the once mighty queen made for a sorry sight indeed.
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 10:57 am
Kleos - Attacking wher
HP: 7/30
Attack: 1d4+3, +1
Damage: 7
"We have it now!" Kleos cried to her comrades, pursuing the wher as it backed away. For a moment she felt a flash of sympathy as it knocked one of its eggs out of place and then hurried to save it. Her acquaintance with Siata had taught her well enough that whers were as much people as they were beasts, were capable of fearing in the same ways even though they were less intelligent than humans.
The moment of pity soon passed however; this beast had nearly killed all of them mere moments ago, and it was an enemy just as much as any wherholder. It was an unpleasant task but the wher had to be put down, and those eggs destroyed. Letting our a battle cry Kleos charged in for the kill and drove her blade deep into the gold's throat.
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 11:06 am
F'itz - Breaking Eggs
Sweet Faranth it looked as though they really did have it. "I'll take care of the eggs!" F'itz called, diving past Kleos and the gold to get at the clutch. He had volunteered not because he was keen to do it, but because he was keen for the young women not to have to. There could be no satisfaction in killing the unborn but it had to be done and better that he did it than one of them.
F'itz put a boot through the first egg and tried not to look at what spilled out. The clutch had been laid recently, the whers inside the eggs probably hadn't even begun to form yet. If he didn't look that assumption couldn't be contradicted.
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 11:22 am
Xanha - using bandage
HP: 6/30
She had a bandage in her pack. She remembered that now, and she took a deep breath. Kleos was still tangling with the wher, but the grey in its eyes was unmistakable, and as Kleos took another strike, Xanha closed her eyes for a moment. Then she opened them again, shifted painfully, and without really thinking about it stripped off her shirt. Yep, two good slashes, right down the front of her chest. They'd make exciting scars later, but right now...she was bleeding. Probably more than she should be. With hands that shook slightly, Xanha began to wrap the bandage, tighter than was comfortable, putting pressure on the wounds and shaking her head. She could hear the awful squelching in the background as the older rider put his boot through an egg.
"Sooner we get out of here, the better," she murmured, tying off the bandage and struggling to her feet. "I'm not convinced I won't pass out on the way back," she added in a slurred mumble after a moment, glancing over at Etasha. Was the blackrider doing all right? ...She should probably pull her shirt back on, ruined as it was.
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 1:21 pm
Etasha - bandaging Xanha
"Here - let me help." Etasha added the remainder of her stock of bandages, as well as an extra set of hands, as she carefully assisted Xanha in bandaging the ugly gashes across her chest. "Sorry I left you in the lurch there for a second - I figured the faster we just finished the thing off, the sooner it would stop mauling you. Need to lean on something?"
Not that Etasha was doing all that much better than Xanha at the moment, but at least she was upright and conscious and she had a dragon in her head. Dragons were wonderful incentives to focus. The ugly squelching sound of eggs smashing didn't trouble her; they were only wher eggs. It wasn't as if they were dragons.
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 1:33 pm
The gold wher made a horrible choking sound and as Kleos's knife left her neck a spray of ichor erupted from the wound, drenching the crimson rider's face. The wher stumbled back again, still trying to escape, but her legs would take her no further and she collapsed with a weak cry of despair. Her single remaining eye slid closed, and if she wasn't already dead she soon would be without the aid of a master in wher healing.
A final crack announced the destruction of the last egg and then there was an eerie silence.
The silence did not last long. From up the corridor there came the sound of boots striking rock. Lots of boots, coming closer quickly. The loyalists had no time to lose, if they didn't find a way out soon they would be caught. Instructions- Time to run! Each character must roll 1d100, whoever had the lowest roll is at the back of the pack! If you have below 10HP, take a -10 penalty to your roll.
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 100-sided dice:
26
Total: 26 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 1:35 pm
F'itz -
HP: 20
Roll: 26
"This way!" the brownrider hissed urgently, darting out into the corridor and beckoning. "I don't know these precise corridors but I know how Benden is constructed, there are narrow escape tunnels right to the surface from a lot of the deep places." Going back up into the arms of the wherholders certainly wasn't an option. Without the time to wait for a nod from Kleos the grey-haired man took off at a run. Escape, get back to Trine with word of their success. Get back to Brumath.
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 100-sided dice:
62
Total: 62 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 1:41 pm
Kleos -
HP: 7
Roll: 52
When the icor hit her dead in the face Kleos yelped in shock and sprang back. She didn't raise her knife again though, as soon as her mind kicked back in after the surprise she knew the wher wouldn't be coming after her or the others again. When F'itz approached and started talked she took a moment to wipe the worst of the ichor from her face with her sleeve, the last thing she needed was to have it in her eyes just now.
With little knowledge of Benden of her own (she had looked at maps of course but that wasn't the same) Kleos was quite prepared to defer to experience, and when the grey haired man took off she nodded to the other two women. "We follow F'itz. Each of us must run as we can, at least one of us must get back to Trine to tell them what has happened here. Quickly now, we must make haste!"
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Tuatha De rolled 2 100-sided dice:
13, 67
Total: 80 (2-200)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 1:57 pm
Etasha
HP: 11/20 - voluntarily taking -10 penalty to help Xanha
Welp. Time to run. They couldn't stick around here, not with the enemy coming hot on their heels. At least the gold wher was dead... probably. Etasha didn't fancy any of their chances if she recovered and remembered their scents.
"Come on, time to go - " And she offered Xanha her arm to steady her as they followed after F'itz.
((EDIT: WOW I SUCK AT DICE. UM. TAKE THE FIRST ONE I GUESS?))
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tetrachrome rolled 1 100-sided dice:
35
Total: 35 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 1:59 pm
Xanha
HP: 9
1d100 - 10 = 25
And then there were more hands. The blackrider was helping her. Xanha looked at Etasha curiously, and leaned heavily on her as they started to walk. Etasha wasn't in any better shape than she was, really. "Thanks, but this was a mistake," she murmured to the blackrider. "You should go on ahead." But there wasn't really any conviction to it as she picked up the quickest walk she could.
[[Um. IDK how the whole 'roll' thing is ultimately going to work but Xanha and Etasha are connected. IDK if that means both succeed or both fail but I'm pretty down with either option.]]
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 3:10 pm
"Halt!" The voice that cried this would be loudest to Xanha and Etasha, and only a moment later a pair of blue whers sprang around in front of them, blocking the narrow passage they had been running up. A short swarthy man backed by a dozen other wherholders were soon upon them too, weapons drawn. "Hands where I can see them!" he barked as the blue whers herded the two women against the wall.
Six of the wherholders remained to secure their captives while the other seven raced on after the other two riders, a trio of green whers surging in between them to take the lead.
The small man who had initially called out of Xanha and Etasha approached the pair, an expression of grim satisfaction on his chiselled face. "You'll answer for the lives you've snuffed out in the arena, hidebound scum, and your friends will too. We'll have them before long, you'll see." Instructions- Xanha and Etasha are captured! Run Kleos/F'itz ruuuun! Whoever rolls lowest is caught, while the highest will escape back to Trine.
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 100-sided dice:
50
Total: 50 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 3:11 pm
F'itz - Running!
He heard the cry behind him and ran on, on and up! He could almost swear he felt a breeze on his face, and indeed as he rounded the corner he saw daylight. Putting his head down the brownrider made a final desperate sprint for freedom. With Moriath wounded the brown would have to take him and the wingleader both... if he made it.
ever do!>
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 100-sided dice:
94
Total: 94 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 3:19 pm
Kleos - Running!
She ran. Sweat and ichor stung her eyes and her wounds screamed, and her heart screamed as she passed F'itz and heard their enemies so close behind her. A commander should never abandon their comrades, never, and yet she ran onward because their enemies were so close and somebody had to deliver a full report to Trine.
She burst out into blazing sunlight and a gentle breeze, and behind her heard F'itz cry out. She glanced back to see a green wher pinning him to the ground, and two more coming for her and-
The world plunged away. Focused on what was behind her she hadn't seen the sheer drop she was sprinting towards. The ground rushed up towards her, jagged rocks that would spell her end. This was it? This was how her light went out? Kleos closed her eyes, in the end not able to face her own death head on.
She had expected a sickening crunch and then the nothingness of oblivion. What she experienced was a sudden pressure around her torso and then the nothingness of between. Brumath had appeared, grasped the plummeting rider, and vanished again without a sound.
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Posted: Fri Jun 14, 2013 3:28 pm
So it was that three of the four brave souls who set out to Benden were dragged down into dark cells. They were stripped to their underwear, and their wounds were treated. Soon enough they would find themselves dragged down to the Stonebound Ring with little hope of ever seeing the light of day again.
It was a victory for Trine, but not without cost.
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