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bobaTJ rolled 1 100-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-100)
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 Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2014 2:04 pm
Character || Bhima
Stage || Blade
Battling || Maglardilla(1)
Battle Stat || 26
Defense || 8
Roll Needed || 50-100
Rolled || 6
Outcome || Lose
Experience earned || 8EXP
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2014 2:26 pm
Bhima hunched, her shape concealed in the shadows of the foliage. A particularly juicy-looking maglardilla sat on a rock nearby, and she was tired of scavenging fruit. She needed some protein, and Mr. Crawly seemed as if he had eaten just a bit more than his share on this particular occasion.
She would be the first to admit that she had not packed particularly well for this journey. She had had no idea how long she might be gone, and the supplies she'd taken had ended up not being enough. The money she had was barely any at all, and so in lieu of buying from a vendor she had decided to hunt once again. So far she had been successful, but she was beginning to wonder if it hadn't just been luck. These beasts could fly, after all, and she hadn't thought to take a spear. This whole spur-of-the-moment quest had lost all logical conception when she had seen the shack, seen the room Hijil had lived in.
Suddenly, the Alkidike leaped from the brush and struck out at the insect. It startled, but decided only to crawl around the other side of the stone. Maybe it was too heavy to fly? Bhima struck out again with vigor and a sound of effort. The maglardilla made an odd sound, and she thought that she had struck gold until the great, shiny creature bounced up and floated off into the distance. Damn it! Momentarily defeated, Bhima flopped over. Perhaps it had been for the best. Maybe Mr. Fatty McCrawlersons was someone's pet. She was following a road, after all, and not out in the middle of nowhere.
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