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DraconicFeline rolled 1 100-sided dice:
49
Total: 49 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Dec 25, 2013 4:56 pm
Character || Ruelash Stage || Swordsman Battling || Nehredile Battle Stat || 17 Defense || 12 Roll Needed || 80-100 Rolled || 49 Outcome || Loss Experience earned || 13
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Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2013 5:05 pm
Ruelash lay back on the ice after his failed attempt at an ambush, his back hurting too much to stand and his head spinning too much for him to think. He knew that he had failed, he was angry, and he wanted to stop failing. He wanted to kill something. He wanted to slash into its flesh and feel the warmth of its blood. It was so cold - he knew that he had to make his way back to the camp soon to warm up. He felt something wet land next to his ear. He looked over, using just his eyes, and saw that it was a fish, a very fresh, wet, and slimy one. And there was something else, something big and leathery. He turned weakly to see the pudgy face of a nehredile looming over him - a nehredile that - it took him a while to register - had distinctive, strikingly black markings along its face and body.
It watched him curiously as it slowly dawned on him that his prey was in reach. Suddenly, galvanized by his recognition, he flipped over to brab his harpoon, and with a smooth rocking motion, threw it towards the side.
It passed, hissing, through the air where the nehredile had been a moment before, clattering to the iced ground some feet away. He struggled to his feet to collect it. He glared into the depths of the hole as he passed it, spotting the Nehredile floating just inside, looking up with its big, soulful brown eyes. He retrieved his harpoon and returned to the hole, intending to throw it in, stab the nehredile, and finish this mad hunt.
But by the time he got there, Khashib was already gone. Ruelash snarled with frustration and threw the harpoon into the distance in a rage, stomping off to retrieve it again before he made his way back to his fire and cave.
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