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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 9:27 pm
Proof I actually rolled this -----> http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/charity-quests/modmas-2010-please-see-role-play-update/t.67522425_12351/ Rolled two 20-sided dice (17 and 19), 1st attack of the day Enemy: Grunnies AC: 10 HP: 40 Rolled AC: 17 Rolled damage: 19 Attack Complete Remaining enemy HP: 21 Remaining daily attacks: 1  Dawn brought a new day, and with it, well apparently dawn had decided to bring a horde of angry grunnies. The swordsman raised his shield as a small group of the buggers leapt at him in unison as if fired from a machine gun. Tiny green bodies thudded off of his shield as the grunnies connected with it headfirst, denied of their chance to taste his flesh the grunnies thudded dazed from their attempt to the ground. Dylan's sword made quick work of them a scant second later. He lowered his weapons and relaxed for a bit reminiscing on how he had ended up in this way since he figured he’d have some time before the next group spotted him. The current situation was... well he couldn't say if it was grim, or adorable. Sure the buggers were bloodthirsty and trying to ruin Modmas, but they were kind of cute, if you tilted your head, squinted, and were blind in one eye. "Hmmm, no. The situation's definitely grim." Mused Dylan as a man with a grunny attached to his chest by its teeth stumbled by him yelling for help and flailing his arms in a comedic way. The town he had been resting in had been taking by surprise when the tide of grunnies swarmed into it, Dylan had been lucky enough to have been staying on the second floor of an inn. Shouts had woken him up, and since normally shouting meant he was about to be run out of town by an angry mob, most likely for cheating at cards or not paying gambling debts, Dylan had wisely dived out his bedroom window. The fall had been cushioned by a pile of grunnies, which normally would have been angry at such an event but were too busy being squished to really raise much of a complaint. He wasn't sure at first whether to be relived at the fact that he wasn't going to be chased out of town after all, or feel a sense of dread at the fact that a wave of grunnies was pouring into the snow covered streets. "Don't see that every day." He had thought at the time, of course he had just gotten back from rescuing a giant floating jellyfish which had been reached by an airship captained by an elk who had killed the rest of his crew, so he was a little desensitized to stuff like this. He'd fought his way to the town gates during that time, and had joined a group of people who were... well he supposed they were armed to the teeth. I mean that one guy had a shovel! Now they were just trying to hold the gate, ending his moment of relaxation the swordsman trudged after the guy who had run off with the grunny on his chest. "Hey, fella? You need a hand there?" He asked somewhat ironically. The man just screamed and pointed at the grunny on his chest, “Alright, alright I hear you, no need to shout so much.” He muttered sliding his shield onto his back in order to free his hand, “Hold, hey, dammit hold still!” Dylan ordered the man who was hoping about like a rabbit. After a few missed grabs he managed to close a gauntleted fist around the beast and ripped it off as if he was tearing off a bandage. The man shouted again in what Dylan took as gratitude before running away as fast as he could. “Hey, what? Not even a thank you?” He called out to the receding back of the stranger. “Squeak,” Inputted the grunny trapped in his hand. “Oh hush, no one asked you.” Said Dylan before throwing it at the side of a nearby building with all his strength, “I hate those things.” He muttered walking back towards the gate. He had the feeling it was going to be a looooong day.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 9:31 pm
Proof I actually rolled this -----> http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/charity-quests/modmas-2010-please-see-role-play-update/t.67522425_13338/ Rolled two 20-sided dice (16 and 18 ), 2nd attack of the day Enemy: Grunnies AC: 10 HP: 21 Rolled AC: 16 Rolled damage: 18 Attack completed Remaining enemy HP: 3 Remaining daily attacks: 0 This damn tide was relentless! Wave after wave of the grunnies struck the town and still Dylan held fast, his shield proving to be very useful in either blocking him from their attacks, or bashing their little skulls in. His sword flashed up time and again, as others guarding the gate ran or were forced down by the grunnies. The swordsman (and part time gambler) simply gritted his teeth and dug in, his legs which were really his only weak spot were bleeding from a group of shallow cuts and bite marks. The grunnies soon realized that any time they jumped up to bite his face or neck they ended up getting whacked with his shield had switched tactics. Now the ankle biters were going for his... err, ankles (I'm not Shakespeare, sue me.) Thankfully Dylan was learning that they were as easily dispatched by a swift kick in the head as they were by a shield to roughly the same area. Considering the large chunk of shaped metal was bigger then the entirety of their bodies he found he didn't really have to aim with it so much as just swing it into a group (Gaggle? Pod? What do you call a bunch of grunnies... someone PM me the answer) of the buggers. So there wasn't much to do right now apart from booting anything small and green that wandered towards him, throwing the occasional swing of the ole' sword or shield now and then. He found he was making some nice progress as the ongoing waves of the grunnies steadily grew smaller and smaller. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking. All he knew was they were going squish pretty damn easily.
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Rough Patch rolled 2 20-sided dice:
14, 15
Total: 29 (2-40)
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 12:00 am
Rolled two 20-sided dice (14 and 15), 1st attack of the day Enemy: Grunnies AC: 10 HP: 3 Rolled AC: 14 Rolled damage:15 Attack complete, ENEMY DEAD Remaining enemy HP: -12 Remaining daily attacks: 1 Finally the onslaught of grunnies ceased, the gate was quiet now, apart from the panting of the few men that had managed to survive, or stand their ground. Dylan kicked the small body of a grunny attempting to bite it's way through his boot, he punted the thing hard enough to send it over the gate landing with a sequel of protest on the opposite side the grunny skittered off into the early morning. With a contented sigh at the sight of his handiwork, the swordsman slid his shield into its resting place on his back. Although there were definitely at least a few scattered pockets of the beasts left around inside the village Dylan turned away from the gate and began walking down the path back to his lodgings. He didn't give a damn about whether or not he missed a few grunnies however, the point was he was no longer in any danger, hell the villagers might even throw a parade for him. Lord knows he deserved it, at least in his own mind he did. His hand strayed to his pocket as he trudged away from the gate, fingering his lucky four-leaf clover one of the villagers took notice of his departure. "Oy, you dere! Where ya going? Job's not done yet!" The man with a shovel called out to him. Without stopping the swordsman answered him tossing words over his shoulder, "Wanna go check on my stuff, then I'm probably going to head out... I don't know if being invaded by crazy green rabid rabbit monsters is a daily occurrence here or not. I'd rather not chance it... Unless," He turned back to face the guy who had called out to him with a mischievous grin. "Unless, a certain group of grateful villagers wants to throw me a parade? I could maybe be convinced to stay longer then." He asked with maybe a hopeful tone in his voice. The man with the shovel slowly reached up and removed a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket, gently taking one from the packet and pressing it between his lips thoughtfully, in the same manner he also withdrew a matchbook. A match head flared bright in the snowy morning as he lit his first smoke of the day, taking a long and deep drag while he squinted at Dylan. "Nope." He exhaled with a puff of smoke. This caused an annoyed swordsman to storm back to his inn, mumbling the entire way about annoying villagers, rabid rabbits and a pimple on his back that was really starting to bother him. Eventually he reached the inn he'd been staying in. With a guilty hint of satisfaction he noticed that both the front doors of the building had been knocked clean off by the fighting, lifting his boots high over the wreckage he stomped up his steps to his room. Throwing the door open he took a half step in before his eyes caught movement that stopped him dead in his tracks. Dylan, who was struck for once with a loss for words simply blinked at what he saw inside. There was a grunny. It was on his bed. That well worn brown shape beside the grunny? The remains of his traveling pack, filled with things he hadn't deemed necessary to take while jumping out a window. In the grunny's mouth, his favourite and luckiest deck of rigged playing cards which had survived every one of his adventures up to now. The little wanker had eaten them, all of them. It was just slurping up the ace of spades as he walked in with a contented look on it’s little wanker face, as if to add insult to bigger insult the b*****d had gone and eaten everything else in his pack too that which it couldn’t digest was all over the floor! Covered in spit, grunny pee and teeth marks, the sight did little to improve Dylan’s mood. For a moment the grunny and the gaian simply stared at each other, a look of shock on both of their faces. Then the rabbit-thing arched its back and hissed at Dylan. "Ooooh, dig your grave deeper why not?" He growled back, grip tightening on his sword. The blade began to glow a soft whitish-pink, a sign that it was about to do some serious damage. An insane smile split his face as he entered the room slamming the door shut, "No where to run now." he stated in a sing-song voice. The grunny realizing what was about to happen to it sat like a deer in headlights, shivering with terror. A few seconds later it participated in the biggest overkill ever recorded. It didn't enjoy its role very much.
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Rough Patch rolled 2 20-sided dice:
18, 16
Total: 34 (2-40)
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 11:45 pm
Rolled two 20-sided dice (18 and 16), 2nd attack of the day Enemy: Grunnies AC: 10 HP: 40 Rolled AC: 18 Rolled damage: 16 Attack Completed Remaining enemy HP: 24 Remaining daily attacks: 0 Meanwhile far away from the tiny village where a record was being set a man dropped down from a fence into the snow. He landed without a sound, sinking deep into the powder. With the white of his coat he blended in perfectly, which is what he wanted. The guards wouldn't notice him as the made their rounds, footsteps approached and the rouge lay face down in the snow until they faded away. Once it was safe again he popped up, wiping the snow off his face and turning back to the fence he had just scaled. It was a nasty affair, cement, seven feet high with no breaks until the guard house a little farther east. Of course he couldn't have gone in through there, he wouldn't be able to earn Gaia's' greatest thief if he kept getting captured all the time. "Pssst, hey. Quick come over the wall." he hissed, there was no response. "Hurry up dammit!" He whispered a little louder. Once again nothing happened. This was taking too long, the guard would be back in a few minutes. So the thief bent down and scooped up a bit of snow, packing it into a ball he leaned back, cocking his arm and lobbed the snowball over the wall. A surprised squeak came from the opposite side, followed with the fluttering of small wings. It herald a small roundish black body, with a forked tail to appear at the top, fluttering the wings atop of it's body it swooped down towards the rouge, landing on the shoulder of the man like a parrot would on a pirate it yawned contentedly. "This is the last time I take you with me" He hissed angrily at it for the tenth time, in response the devil imp stuck out it's tongue at it's master. Rolling his eyes the thief started moving, fast and low towards the mansion, the path he'd planned earlier proved to be good. Avoiding the guards and camera's easily he made it to the cellar door of the mansion. Finally the months of planning were about to pay off, the house of a major G-corp scientist, infiltrated. This would be his break into the big time. At the door, the imp hoped down from the thief's shoulder, it knew his master needed space to work and so contented itself by rolling about in the snow. "No, bad imp. You're supposed to keep watch!" He said in hushed tones. As always the imp ignored him and just kept rolling around in the snow. "I'm selling you the first chance I get, you hear?" An empty threat, that imp was his only companion, his only friend in the cold world. Banishing that depressing thought he knelt down beside the door, reaching into his coat for his tools, the first of which was a long stemmed black rose, this he pinched in-between his teeth as he with drew his lock-pick. He wasn't sure why he had to put that rose in his mouth, but he always did, it calmed him in a weird way, made him feel at peace. Silently he inserted the pick into the keyhole and began turning it around in the lock, trying to find what he referred to as "The Sweet Spot." Perhaps had he been paying more attention to his imp he would have noticed that it had stopped rolling around in the fresh powder and was now sniffing the air curiously. It's eyes widened as it recognized the smell and desperately it squeaked out a warning, "Not... now." Came the response. The imp only squeaked louder and more frantically, "Dammit!" The rogue cried out as the lock pick broke in the lock. Angrily he removed the rose from his mouth and slid it back into it's protective canister in his pocket. Moving away from the door he picked the imp up, "What is wrong with you toda-" He didn't get any farther because at that moment the door exploded, dropping to the ground as a reaction the thief shielded the imp with his body. Thankfully though no shrapnel from the door hit them, and he rolled over with a confused expression on his face. "What the fu--" Once again he was interrupted, this time by the chittering sound of a tide of grunnies pouring through where the door had been. The imp squeaked again as it and it's master scrambled to their feet. The grunnies instantly caught sight of the thief and his companion (who was now sitting atop the man's head, growling at the green bodies below them) and as one turned to him. In response the rogue swept back his coat and unsheathed the cutlass he kept in case of emergencies like this, he held it threateningly in his left hand. "S-stay back!" He ordered. The grunnies didn't heed either the threat or the warning and rushed him as one. The imp whimpered in fear as the cutlass lashed out ringing metallically as it met the first leaping grunny head on. Stepping back to avoid a second, and turning to avoid a third, the cutlass came down in a sweeping arc to end the fourth. Swiftly the rouge was finding his "flow" moving and dancing with the grunnies, cutlass sweeping out when he saw an opening. Why did s**t like this always happen to him? (No time to read this over and make it better like I usually do, I'll probably change the wording of it a bit later but for now you get the general idea)
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Rough Patch rolled 2 20-sided dice:
16, 18
Total: 34 (2-40)
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 1:11 am
Rolled two 20-sided dice (16 and 1 cool , 1st attack of the day Enemy: Grunnies AC: 10 HP: 24 Rolled AC: 16 Rolled damage: 18 Attack Completed Remaining enemy HP: 6 Remaining daily attacks: 1 There will be another post here as well
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Rough Patch rolled 2 20-sided dice:
2, 8
Total: 10 (2-40)
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Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 1:14 am
Rolled two 20-sided dice (2 and cool , 2nd attack of the day Enemy: Grunnies AC: 10 HP: 6 Rolled AC: 2 Rolled damage: 8 Attack Failed Remaining enemy HP: 6 Remaining daily attacks: 0 I'll post here after I get over the sorrow of that XD
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Rough Patch rolled 2 20-sided dice:
4, 14
Total: 18 (2-40)
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 12:00 pm
Rolled two 20-sided dice (4 and 14), 1st attack of the day Enemy: Grunnies AC: 10 HP: 6 Rolled AC: 4 Rolled damage: 14 Attack Failed Remaining enemy HP: 6 Remaining daily attacks: 1
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Rough Patch rolled 2 20-sided dice:
7, 20
Total: 27 (2-40)
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Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 12:02 pm
Rolled two 20-sided dice (7 and 20), 2nd attack of the day Enemy: Grunnies AC: 10 HP: 6 Rolled AC: 7 Rolled damage: 20 Attack Failed Remaining enemy HP: 6 Remaining daily attacks: 0
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Rough Patch rolled 2 20-sided dice:
8, 1
Total: 9 (2-40)
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 11:39 pm
Rolled two 20-sided dice (?? and ??), 1st attack of the day Enemy: Grunnies AC: 10 HP: 6 Rolled AC: ? Rolled damage: ? Attack ??? Remaining enemy HP: ? Remaining daily attacks: 1
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Rough Patch rolled 2 20-sided dice:
11, 8
Total: 19 (2-40)
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 11:40 pm
Rolled two 20-sided dice (?? and ??), 2nd attack of the day Enemy: Grunnies AC: 10 HP: 6 Rolled AC: ? Rolled damage: ? Attack ??? Remaining enemy HP: ? Remaining daily attacks: 0
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