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its me debz rolled 1 20-sided dice:
7
Total: 7 (1-20)
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 Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2016 1:19 pm
He liked this base, settled and nestled into frost, the remains of it only half visible above the ice. The cold was not Lurks' preference, but his thirst for exploration (and the chance at finding a hunter, clad in gold and white) won out over his chilled bones. Inky black wings fluttered behind him, leaving trailing streaks of shadowy moths that circled around him in a flurry of darkness. Lurks dragged bony fingers across what used to be an exterior wall, tracing the carved human letters on a plaque. For all his time spent on the island, he had not mastered their written word. Lurks chittered to himself, taking a seat on the ice, content to poke and prod at strewn debris.
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and be blue rolled 1 20-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Apr 19, 2016 8:47 pm
There had been four of them, of course: not even Deus was sadistic enough to send a fresh-faced newbie off into the field on his own. Two techs with sensing devices to test the surrounding area, and one stern-faced looking protector with a nasty, jagged blade that he kept out as they patrolled the abandoned base. The problem, though, was Austin: bored by the blooping of the little machines, and not important enough to have a screen of his own, nor the training to really explore it. He wandered, frowning, his own weapon nothing more than a pen in his hand: a bone-latticed pen that he tossed into the air to turn over and over in the air before it resettled in his hand, barely looking at it as he did. He grumbled, as he climbed over a rock, and then let out a huffing, unhappy breath as he fell on his a** in the wet and the cold, heavy brows pulling together in frustration. At this moment, a flock of geese could have flown overhead and he probably wouldn't have noticed, more focused as he was on whether or not this had ruined his pants.
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2016 1:40 pm
Lurks stopped in his tracks, straining hard to listen to the faint sounds of activity in the distance. A grin split his gaunt face, and he clapped his bony hands together in excitement, wings flapping in a blur of black. Oh, it had been some time since he'd seen a hunter. He skimmed over ice and snow as he tracked the sound, quiet as a mouse save for the drag of his bones, sneaking up behind one that had separated from the pack. And then, from behind, tapped excitedly on his shoulder. "Hello!" Lurks exclaimed, orange eyes aglow. "Hello, hi, how are you!"
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and be blue rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 6
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2016 9:43 pm
In this moment and this moment alone, Austin was surprisingly smooth. The pen was in his hand one second, and the next it was a bow: twisting like antlers, the string taut with a notched bolt. Of course there was no one to see it. No one witnessed the release, the bloom as the energy collided against Lurks' skin, the lightning fast reflexes that had him already two steps away -- And, a moment later, on the ground in the ice again. But working to pull back the string again, even from the ground. "Who are you?" His voice cracked and bucked. At least there was no one to witness that, either. HP: 40/40 Charge: 1/3 DMG: 8
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 4
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2016 9:45 pm
After the arrow struck, Lurks stayed on the ground a minute, stretched out on the ice. "That was a very good hit," he said, kicking his feet excitedly. In a single motion, Lurks sat up and then dove forward to wind both arms around one of Austin's legs, grinning too-wide. "I am Lurks Beneath!" Hunters always asked, and Lurks was a very kind and generous soul, the best sort. The nicest sort. "I am a horseman and I am Famine and I want to be your friend!" 'Friend' was, perhaps, not the correct word, given his tightening grip around Austin's leg. A shadowy centipede began its march up the front of his jeans, wiggling towards his chest in a steady procession. "Who are you, boy with bow?" hp 32 dmg 5
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and be blue rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2016 8:57 pm
Austin, stiff and fighting against panic, watched the centipede's crawl for a very long moment before he could gather the energy to move. This time, his attack was less elegant, less badass. He didn't draw and fire but, instead, struggled to scramble out of Lurks' grasp, kicking at him wildly. His nostrils flared with frantic breaths. "Let go!" His voice crackled as he kicked again, and he swallowed to settle it, to speak more forcefully. "Let go." HP: 35/40 Charge: 2/3 DMG: 4
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