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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 9:58 pm
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Eitri kicked at the ground on the insanity side of the portal; face scrunched up as she squinted into the distance; silhouettes of titans taunting him. A sigh escaped parted lips and he was ready to return back to his home until he noticed a horseman he wasn't familiar with. Judging by his attire, Eitri assumed he was Famine and he made his way over to him, offering a grin.
"I'm about to head out there," he said, thumb pointing to the titans in the distance. "Wanna come along?"
DEFENSE CLASS TITAN HP: 30/30 ** Halved due to special effect RANGE: 0 - 25 meters CLASS: ** (2 Distortion Fragments needed to successfully purify) Attack: It shoots out spines when threatened! All damage done to this creature is halved (rounded up). All Fear attacks done to this creature is DOUBLED. Auto damage: This creature does 5 auto damage a full round. LOOT: Upon successful purification, roll a 4-sided dice to see what you obtain 1: Bonus Distortion Fragment x5 2: Insanity Nettle x2 3: Insanity Broken Core: x1 4: Insanity Fragment x3
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 10:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 10:49 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 02, 2013 11:02 pm
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Jaw clenching to mask the fact that Eitri's rather enthusiastic back pat may have slightly hurt, Uttam simply nodded as the Death stallion checked his armor. Pondering slightly, the soldier decided that his shawl would serve well enough - it had in the past.
Trailing Eitri, Uttam grunted in response initially. He wasn't here to make friends, or even acquaintances. The stallion had only come because their precious home had been decimated while he'd been off in the Human's world, harvesting their Fear. Now he was left to what? A plot of land on the filthy world of Halloween surrounded by a gaggle of idiotic students and a broken clan trying to be a unified unit. This was not their style. Uttam was Famine, not Death, Conquest, or War.
Uttam was a soldier, however, and those who fight need to be in unison. A deep sigh blustered through his chest, and he gave an attempt of a smile (however melancholy it was). "Uttam, Colony Soldier."
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