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DraconicFeline rolled 1 100-sided dice:
92
Total: 92 (1-100)
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 Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 8:08 am
Character || Biroki
Stage ||Sage
Battling || Spitorog x1
Battle Stat || 40
Defense || 5
Roll Needed || 20-100
Rolled || 92
Outcome || Win
Experience earned || [calculated EXP]
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 8:14 am
Taming || Spitorog
Attack Stat || 47
Speed Stat || 25
Intelligence || 5
Roll 1 Needed || 30-100
Roll 2 Needed || 70-100
1Rolled || NA
Outcome || Using net: Success
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2014 8:43 am
He made an interesting picture, like a hero in one of the stories he enjoyed, with a hero and an epic adventure. He had imagined a few of his own, though he had never bothered to write down his poetry or his stories. He had simply been too busy. Usually, his time was taken up with the basic tasks of food, sleep, and socialization, or alternatively those things that he, as a responsible Sage, was supposed to be doing for his tribe.
Today was personal.
Biroki stood, resolute, on his doorstep, a cantelevered porch that hung out over the trees roots and ended in a ladder. His skin, dark in the late daytime, glowed from the small ball of fire that he held in his other hand for light. A beast net, bought from a weaver friend, was in his other hand held like the weapon of a conquering hero, loose and at the ready.
Except, beneath the facade of steely calm, he was afraid. He was about to face something that was beyond the beautiful reality of his jungle, something wrong with the basic concepts of the universe. He gripped the net tightly, the finely woven strands digging into the flesh of his palm as he scanned the darkness of the jungle beyond for his nemesis.
Finally he could take the waiting no more.
”I am not afraid of you, spirit!” he called into the chittering jungle, ”I swear this: you will not haunt my home and p-person any longer!” he swallowed back his fear, ”Come out of the shadows and face me!” the flame in his hands grew bigger. ”Or are you too afraid?” he asked trying to show off his power and confidence with his flame. It mainly served, though, to illustrate the bloodless pallor of his skin and the quivering of his fear.
Ribbit
Biroki watched as the creature – this monster that had haunted his every step since the battle in Neued - hopped into the clearing and the light cast by Biroki's fireball. The spitorog – dastardly thing that it was – stared at him stupidly with its bulging eyes, but Biroki knew the truth. There was a malevolent spirit behind that blank stare, a being beyond his command or control, something that had followed him all the way to Ast, to his own home.
He glared at it, letting the flame grow bigger until the flames shimmered on the crystals of the spitorogs back. ”You cannot fool me, spirit. I know what you are...” he said, leaping down from the porch in a fit of terrified bravado and walking towards the tiny animal, ”I will tame you and b-bind you and you will haunt me no longer.” he lifted the net, ”For I am Biroki, Sage of the Shifters...” he threw the net, encircling the spitorog and, quickly, pounced on it, wrapping it in the webbing until it was a pulsing, croaking, drooling mass in a tangle of string. ”And I will not allow it.”
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