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 Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2016 10:18 am
Quote: This opponent is difficult solo, and pairs are suggested! A small swarm of birds spot you and swoop in like they're of one mind to attack. Their bronze beaks glint wickedly, and their metallic feathers catch the sunlight. They attack by launching these feathers or by flinging their poisonous dung. Hit points: 60 Damage: 5 damage each time they are attacked. If you successfully kill this bird, each party involved in the battle gets 15XP and rolls 1d100 to collect loot according to the following: 1-60: You gain nothing but the victory of having beaten this opponent. 61-75: Poisonous Dung: You manage to collect a vial of the vile stuff. It can thrown at an opponent once to poison them, dealing 1 damage for 3 turns. After this it is consumed and leaves your inventory forever. 76-90: Heart's Blood: You manage to collect a vial of the creature's blood. It can be used once to replenish 3 HP, at which point it is consumed and leaves your inventory forever. 91-100: Metal Feather: Once per battle, you can backstab with this small dagger. Add 2 to your final damage. This item is reusable, and remains in your inventory.
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Kaefaux rolled 1 6-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2016 10:19 am
This time, Tara figured she was being smart. Back up and ready to fight more of the damn birds, she'd first gone looking for another of the Chosen to go with her. Instead of just walking out on her own and hoping for the best.
She's spotted Rob easily enough, bounding over with a grin on her face. "I'm heading back out to take down some more birds, wanna come?" Maybe she looked a bit too enthusiastic about it. Maybe she was starting to, on some level, enjoy the feeling of knowing she was taking out creatures that were hurting others, and seeing her skills increase over the relatively short time.
But he'd agreed, and Tara was all smiles as she headed for the door, out into the packed snow and metal carcass strewn grounds around the hotel.
She'd gotten way too cocky, way too comfortable with taking out the birds. She'd barely gotten her bow strung when one of them swooped out of nowhere and caught her hair in its talons, giving a sharp yank and making her yelp. Though she managed to untangle herself, she gave the creature a nasty look and a few choice words as she finished stringing her bow. "Oooow.... oh, this is getting personal against them."
Quote: Tara HP: 42/47 DMG: 0 Small Swarm HP: 60/60
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tatterpixie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2016 10:33 am
"Yeah, no kidding." Rob had barely got his greatsword unsheathed than one of a small swarm of birds attacked Tara. He'd agreed to go back out readily enough -- they needed to get rid of these things, after all -- and it was good practice with his weapon. But despite returning her grin, he was growing weary of the battle to a certain extent, and was ready to go back to the Prytaneum. He yelped almost as loudly as she had. The adrenaline surged through his system, fearing for his friend's safety. Grasping the hilt of the big sword, he swung and caught one of the birds -- possibly the offending creature -- on the wing. It screeched in pain and dove, slashing at his face with its wings and talons and spattering blood everywhere. He raised his arms to fend it off, managing to shove it away before it did too much damage. "s**t, you okay?" he asked Tara once he'd rid himself of the bird. Stats Rob's HP: 50 - 5 = 45Weapon: Greatsword Melee -- Heavy Mod: 10 damage, -1 to hit SMALL SWARM Hit points: 60 - 5 = 55 Damage: 5 each time attacked
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Kaefaux rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2016 10:41 am
"Y-yep, I'm ok!" Tara tossed Rob a slightly strained smile, rubbing the back of her head where the creature had yanked on her hair. "Sore, but they'll be worse off." Of course, she was also sending a few nervous looks at Rob's face, making sure the bird didn't catch him too badly. "What about you?"
Keeping her eye on which one had gone after him, Tara pulled back on her bow string, arrow in place, and let the projectile fly. It hit the bird dead-on, gouging it's side and making the creature screech. Of course, there was more than one to deal with, and another shot some of it's freaking poop at her, splattering on her shoulder and making her gag.
Stooping, she collected some snow and quickly worked to clean the stuff off, grumbling about how stained and ruined this jacket was. "We need stronger clothes," she griped to Rob.
Quote: Tara HP: 37/47 DMG: 6 Small Swarm HP: 49/60
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tatterpixie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2016 11:01 am
Rob returned the smile. "I'm fine. A bit scratched up, but I'm used to it by now I reckon." He watched Tara hit the bird that had attacked him with an arrow, raising an eyebrow in admiration. "Nice shot," he nodded. She was getting really good at shooting her bow; if nothing else, this was great practice with their weapons. Another bird dove at them, and instinctively he swung at it. The heavy blade dug deep into the bird's body, and with a mortal squawk it fell out of the air to land in the snow. "Yes!" he shouted, pumping his fist. "Got the b*****d!" In its death throes it managed to throw some of its metallic feathers at him, though, slicing through his coat and nicking his cheek. "Ow," he hissed, trying to dodge them. Stats Rob's HP: 45 - 5 = 40Weapon: Greatsword Melee -- Heavy Mod: 10 damage, -1 to hit SMALL SWARM Hit points: 49 - 10 = 39 Damage: 5 each time attacked
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Kaefaux rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2016 11:15 am
"Nice one," she cheered as Rob downed one of the birds. "You're getting a lot better with that sword!" Yep, at the very least? They were all getting good combat practice with this whole endeavor. Tara loosed another arrow, hoping to take down another bird... but the damn thing dodged and her arrow fell uselessly into the snow, making her groan.
"Seriously? How did it-- ow!" She clutched her arm where the damn bird--or had it been another one?--had gotten her with one of it's feathers. "Ok that's just not fair." Why did the birds get better aim than her? This was definitely not her match thus far, that was for sure. At least Rob was doing way better than she was.
Quote: Tara HP: 32/47 DMG: 0 Small Swarm HP: 39/60
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tatterpixie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2016 11:23 am
"Maybe these bastards are getting smarter or something," Rob said as Tara missed completely. Maybe they were. Was there some kind of hive mind at work in the birds? He didn't know anything about birds in general, so he had no idea if they did that sort of thing. But then, these weren't normal birds, were they? One of the things swooped down at him suddenly and quickly. He hardly had time to ready his greatsword before the bird struck him, beating him with sharp wings and pummeling his face and chest with its beak and talons. There was no way he could use his sword except to pound on the thing. With some effort he managed to shove it off him before it did any serious harm. He stood for a moment, gasping as he recovered from the assault. "Holy ********. That was bloody brutal." Stats Rob's HP: 40 - 5 = 35Weapon: Greatsword Melee -- Heavy Mod: 10 damage, -1 to hit SMALL SWARM Hit points: 39 - 0 = 39 Damage: 5 each time attacked
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Kaefaux rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2016 11:32 am
Tara groaned. "Maybe they are. We have been taking down a lot of them... only natural for after a while, they'd start to pick up on what's killing their brethren." Which was an annoying concept if that was the case. If they were anything like crows and ravens, then they definitely had a problem...
She cursed when one of the birds went after Rob, trying to shove the thing away with her bow--and managing to get a few cuts on her hand in the process. "Holy s**t, are you alright?" She looked at him, eyes wide, before taking out another arrow and managing a revenge shot at the bird, clipping it's wing with her arrow and making the thing falter in the air. Not enough to take it down, but close.
Quote: Tara HP: 27/47 DMG: 6 Small Swarm HP: 33/60
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tatterpixie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2016 11:40 am
Rob shoved a few stray dreadlocks away and scrubbed his face with his hand. "Yeah, I'm okay." He was just okay, though. That bird had given him quite the beating, leaving him scratched and full of fear-based adrenaline. He wanted nothing more now than to take them all out. Brandishing his greatsword, he watched as one of them swooped toward him, then swung the big weapon. The blade caught it hard on the neck, cutting deep into the thing's flesh. It shrieked and gurgled horribly as it freed itself, flinging feathers and dung as it fell to the earth. Dodging as much of it as possible, Rob was still caught by a couple of feathers and some poop. With a grumble he quickly scooped up some snow and wiped the dung off his pant leg. "Well, these jeans are ruined…" Stats Rob's HP: 35 - 5 = 30Weapon: Greatsword Melee -- Heavy Mod: 10 damage, -1 to hit SMALL SWARM Hit points: 33 - 10 = 23 Damage: 5 each time attacked
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Kaefaux rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2016 1:04 pm
Tara managed to avoid the spray from the bird Rob killed, backing up and wincing at his commentary. "I'm pretty sure all our clothing is going to have to be burned after this is said and done." Ripped to shreds, stained with blood and bird dung... no way any of it could be salvaged.
As she lifted her bow to fire another shot, another bird swooped down at her, and she screamed, throwing her arms up and dropping her bow to try and protect her face as it clawed at her head and beat at her with it's razor wings. "Oh ******** off!" It was only in passing that she remembered the new trinket she had. Gripping the metal feather, she drew it out and stabbed the bird with it, making it shriek and flee. "Yeah! How's that for a taste of your own medicine!" Grumbling, she put her feather away and picked up her bow again, little bloody scratches visible on her face.
Quote: Tara HP: 22/47 DMG: 2 (Metal feather - 1 use per battle) Small Swarm HP: 21/60
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tatterpixie rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2016 1:16 pm
Rob nearly dropped his sword when Tara screamed, rushing over to beat on the bird with his fists. "You b*****d, get off her!" he shouted, not caring how bloody his hands were getting as he pounded on the creature. Then Tara drew something out of her pocket and seemed to stab the bird, which screeched and retreated. "Oh god, Tara, are you alright?" He gave her a quick squeeze around the shoulders; he would have liked to give her a good strong hug, but there were still a couple of birds flying around and he couldn't risk distracting either of them. But he was good and angry now.. Backing away so he was clear of her, he wielded his greatsword, glaring with rage at the birds. "Come and get some," he snarled. One of the birds dove at him, and he swung the big sword at it, catching it solidly in the body below its wing. The thing shrieked and flapped frantically as it tried to free itself from the sharp blade. It finally managed to and plummeted to the ground, where it lay flapping and screaming. "Serves you right!" Rob shouted at it. Stats Rob's HP: 30 - 5 = 25Weapon: Greatsword Melee -- Heavy Mod: 10 damage, -1 to hit SMALL SWARM Hit points: 21 - 10 = 11 Damage: 5 each time attacked
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Kaefaux rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2016 2:25 pm
Tara was furious when she finally got the bird away from her. She was a bristling mess even as Rob gave her the quick hug, barely able go give more than a, "Fine, I'm fine," back. At least he was able to get a damn good shot back at the bird, something she cheered for.
She got another arrow and pulled back on the string, aiming for the flailing bird. In relative silence, she loosed the arrow, watching as it pierced the creature's skull. It stopped moving instantly, and though Tara was relieved... she had to pace around a bit to keep herself from screaming and going after more. Her pulse was racing, and in a stubborn huff to try and collect herself back together, she moved over to Rob to give him a proper hug.
"Thank you for the help, big time," she mumbled, flushing a bit at how badly she'd done this time. "I wonder if there's any tea in the hotel."
Quote: Tara HP: 17/47 DMG: 12 Small Swarm HP: -1/60
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tatterpixie rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Total: 27 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2016 2:33 pm
Letting his sword fall to the ground, Rob gratefully returned the hug. "I'm sure there is." He was more in the mind for a beer, but there was no beer to be had in the hotel. Truth be told, he was more in the mood for something a good deal stronger, but much of that was being used to disinfect wounds and patch up civilians. But there was certainly tea, and being English, he could appreciate the need for a good strong cuppa in times like this. "Thank you. I don't think I could have done it alone." He smiled at her. "You got some great shots off! You're a regular Robin of Sherwood." Quote: LOOT:1-60: You gain nothing but the victory of having beaten this opponent.
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Kaefaux rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Total: 39 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2016 2:42 pm
When they got back to the Prytaneum, Tara was going to vote they call grab as much alcohol as possible and enjoy themselves. Preferably with a huge fire going on the beach. Anything to relax, have fun, warm up, and just... yeah. Have fun.
"Maybe we'll get lucky and there's some rum somewhere that hasn't been used up yet," she added on a mumble, not bothering to poke the corpses and instead heading for a beeline back to the hotel. Once she got patched up, warmed up, and maybe had something warm to drink, she'd feel better. Still, she laughed. "I'm no Robin Hood, not remotely, but, thanks," she added, grinning up at him. "You're becoming pretty badass yourself with the sword. The birds have been good for practice at least!"
Quote: LOOT1-60: You gain nothing but the victory of having beaten this opponent.
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