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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 2:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 2:49 pm
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SubonicXP rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 2:52 pm
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Darksol88 There was bound to be a lot of confusion abound. Cera wasn't sure how she got here, what was going on, who this guy was, or what the heck was up with that remark about the moon. Let alone whatever mask he was trying to find. Still, she supposed if it'd calm him down, she'd try to look around. She thought of asking, but he did seem like the sort that'd throttle her or something, and decided against the notion for his sake more than her own.
As Cera looked around she would find a row of four brown clay pots, just sitting on a dust old shelf. If she looked inside any of them she would find a strange blackness which light didn't seem to penetrate. If she dared put her hand in one she would feel nothing, not even the sides or bottom of the pot. Weird. For some reason the idea of smashing the pot came to mind. Was that okay? Won't someone be mad? Probably not. So does she break a pot? If so, which one?
[A roll for your fate.]
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Darksol88 generated a random number between
1 and 4 ...
3!
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 3:10 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 3:19 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 3:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 3:39 pm
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SubonicXP rolled 1 20-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 3:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 4:09 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 4:19 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 4:23 pm
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SubonicXP "Pfft! Came a spitting sound followed by a rock flying towards Cera, After avoiding or getting hit by the rock she would see the source of the projectile, some sort of weird looking Octillery with more slender tentacles, big eyes, and a purple color. The strange 'Octillery' wouldn't give Cera much of a chance to ponder its existence before it spat out another rock at her. Normally, this might be something easily noticed and evaded. This wasn't normal circumstances. Cera would get hit in the head by the rock, yelping as she turned to see the Octillery.
"Oh, just an... Octillery... since when did any look like that or spit out- hey!" Seeing the rock this time, she quickly moved out of the way before rushing after the Octillery. "Yanno, I thought most were taught not to shoot off their mouth like that," she remarked before trying to smack it with her tail.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 4:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 4:43 pm
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