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Stereochrome rolled 1 100-sided dice:
48
Total: 48 (1-100)
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 Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2016 4:48 pm
Character || Vodyanoi
Stage || Rogue
Crafting || Long Performance
Crafting Stat || 30
Difficulty || 16
Roll Needed || 60-100
Rolled || 48
Outcome || FAIL
Experience earned || 16x2, /2 = 16
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Posted: Mon Mar 21, 2016 5:01 pm
Vodyanoi was working on a new piece. It was very special -- a sad, mournful sort of song, back from the days of slavery. It had been performed when a Matori native was taken from his home -- their friends and family would gather in the village to mark the captured slave’s absence. It was almost like a funerary march, except it had just that slightest bit of hope to it. People came home sometimes, after all. Everyone always hoped that their loved one would be one of the ones that returned home.
Now that slavery was no longer a cloud that hung over them, water earthlings had little use for such a sad and desperate song, and some would no doubt rather forget it alltogether. But it was beautiful, and Oriole was determined that it be preserved for future generations. If was an important part of their history, she said. But Vodyanoi, having never heard it in it’s original context, was the only one who had the heart to preform it.
The heart… but maybe not the skill.
It was a difficult piece. You performed it alone -- just you, your drum, and your voice. You stood almost still and you practically wailed the words, half-singing and half-crying. It did not have a clear, catchy rhythm. The beat was more like sobbing; it heaved, and rose, and fell, and… well, it was all very confusing. Vodyanoi couldn’t even practice it properly without making the other performers glum, so he had to find a desolate, quiet spot away from the others. And there, no matter how many times he tried it, his voice petered out and withered on some of the troublesome notes, and he was always left hoarse and shaken for hours afterwards. He was determined to get it right, having seen just how much it mattered to Oriole… but it would take some work still.
(words : 316)
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