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Seiana_ZI rolled 2 12-sided dice:
6, 12
Total: 18 (2-24)
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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 Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 8:13 am
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Pae'il Name: Voluptas
Day: 2
Who is engaged? Super Naga -> Eris
 Fighting side-by-side with her father and mother against the naga was almost exhilarating. Sure, Voluptas was never one for fighting, but she felt truly charged like this, a passion building up to show that she was victorious over the slithering slimy scum of the nasty Telrunyan Earth ew ew ew ew ew--
Wait, where was her father going?
Voluptas watched, stunned, as Eros suddenly stopped shooting off arrows with her and turned around, looking at the crowd.
"Daddy?"
She flew over to the other, attempting to wave her hand in front of his face, but at no prevail. Her father, eyes a sick purple, had already flown off towards the Emperor. But she knew that purple. She would recognize it anywhere. She knew where that came from, and she knew the only person it could come from.
Eris.
Attempting to split their family again, and turn them against each other, fighting each other to the death.
Suddenly, Voluptas no longer cared about the damn icky snakes.
She had other plans.
"ERIS!" screeched Voluptas, sounding for a moment like the harpies the Venusians kept as companions, taking off while loading her bow. When she spotted the sick woman, pantomiming next to a pole, she skidded to a stop in the air and launched arrows of her own, determined to interrupt Eris.
Damage Total: 18
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Dementia Requiem Asumi rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 5
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 8:52 am
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Pae'il Name: Abhisneha
Day: 3
Who is engaged? Kleta and Aiolos
Abby laughed, not having noticed a change in her aunt at first. "It was hardly a fair fight, she almost kille-" She finally noticed the purple glow. Oh no. It could have been lifetimes between the last time she'd saw a set of glowing eyes and she'd still know what it meant. It meant bad things. And Aunt Kleta was coming right for Aiolos and her! Oh no oh no oh no! Where was her broken stick? Not that it would help, Aunt Kleta was a fighter. Abby was NOT.
With her eyes wide, Abby did her best not to show exactly how panicked she was. But oh man, purple glowing eyes again! That was downright terrifying. If she'd a mind for it, the demi probably would have run screaming. At least, until Aunt Kleta gave her battle cry. Oh no oh no oh no no no no no! All she could think to do was brace for an impact, but that wasn't going to do anything but make Kleta mad. Shaking, Abby took her own battle stance, hoping it wasn't as sloppy as she knew it was. "Ooooooh Guardians this is gonna hurt!" She groaned, hoping Aiolos was better prepared for something like this than she was.
Daily Damage = 13
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 9:32 am
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wiccan_faillie rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 6
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 9:33 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 10:02 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 10:03 am
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 Pae'il Name: Hjortur
Day: 3
Who is engaged? Emperor Jahleel, Harmonia, and Tristen -> SHOT, IN THE NAME OF LOVE
The naiad's steps had been careful as he moved, keeping his tone relatively low to conserve his energy. Such a song as this was draining, and normally he wouldn't have even begun playing it from such a distance, but he was terrified of that naga. Absolutely, completely, undeniably frightened.
If it weren't for his hardened years and terrible childhood spent training back in the palace, he'd probably be shaking in this moment and ruining his song. Deliberately he raised the tone as he got even closer, mentally keeping himself steady as he saw it begin to work its effects on the king. He'd seen how little they were able to influence those snakes relative to the common pae, so all he needed was a single moment.
Just one instant to run in, grab the wounded, and get out.
That used to be his objective, but then he took an arrow in the knee. Alright, alright, it wasn't the knee per-say and it wasn't simply one arrow. It took but an instant before sharp pain seared through the naiad's left hand and upper thigh. His grip laxed, the bone flute falling to his chest as his knees hit the ground, his eyes widening at the warm and numb feeling dripping down to his elbow and beyond.
Oh great spirits... Oh gods... Don't look...
Don't look.
He looked, and what he saw was his hand cleanly pierced through by an arrow, the point tainted red and the end colored with feathers of purple and pink. His fingers twitched, but otherwise were unresponsive. His calve screamed, refusing to help him stand as red pooled beneath it.
Then he saw the great king come return to his senses and take notice of him... and that was the day the music died (but not really, Hjortur's just being a bit melodramatic).
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Freaksrus rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-20)
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Wolfs Heart rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 9
Total: 12 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 10:42 am
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Pae'il Name: Lannister
Day: 3
Who is engaged? Adora and random naga
Lannister gave a courteous bow of his head when Adora thanked him. He wanted to ask if she was alright, but he couldn't seem to find the words. So Lannister looked away awkwardly instead, he did stay with the female though. She had looked exhausted, and even more vulnerable slumped against the pillar as if in defeat. He could imagine one of the naga coming after her again and he wasn't going to let that happen. It seemed the battle was almost won, and so the naga had nothing to lose now.
He proved to be right, only he hadn't realized it yet. Lannister was keeping watch while she rested, avoiding the fray of the battle now that some of the more seasoned fighters seemed to have things under control. He was sure it seemed strange that he was doing so, especially since he was so horrible at communicating what he was doing. Looking out, he didn't notice that a naga was beginning to slink around the column, aiming to constrict Adora against it.
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Fea Line rolled 2 12-sided dice:
8, 4
Total: 12 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 10:47 am
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Pae'il Name: Pothos
Day: 3
Who is engaged? Seema + random naga orwhereeverhisarrowsland
No, he did not want to be a fruit thank you very much! Even if he did love a handful of grapes now and then, he wasn't about to let this silly snake meal out of him. But the fact that his plan seemed to be working, albeit not quite the way he imagined, it was still working.
In fact, the god of longing managed to let out a pleased chuckle as he aimed to take them even higher, to the very top of the temple, outside if he had too. If they fell, well there were higher chances he'd recover over her. He had just started to swing his legs to try to shake her off when she coiled even higher upon him. So much so, her head was now over his.
Pothos hardly had time to think of some sort of counter when his head was grasped and firmly shoved right smack into her flesh. He squirmed and struggled, dropping his arrow in shock as he reached up to try to find 'footage' to place his hands to push his head free, wings still flapping madly to keep him airborn. Blindly he shoved his hands out and was met with the presence of something...or a pair o somethings....soft, warm, tender and a bit squishy.
"What in Venus.....let me go you fr..-------" Pothos muttered, then froze.
His blue eyes went wide in the darkness of his head prison, mouth opening to gasp for air as his mind slowly worked at is recognition. Soft. Tender..... now a tad firm....squishy too. His hands gave a few test squeezes. Then a few more. Then realization in three....two.....one....
"Oh...oh...my.." he choked, forgetting to flap long enough to drop them a few feet before his wings picked back up in panic. I'm....her....she shoved.....these....are....young.....snake....firmsoftnice. he mentally struggled with himself before he finally managed to wrap his head around things long enough to push his head free enough to gasp for air. He reached swiftly around to his back to fumble around for an arrow, finally retrieving one and wasting no time to jab it into any part of her flesh he could hit. Which wasn't really hard at this point. There was no way he could miss really, being this close, but what he hadn't counted on was that he grabbed the wrong arrow.
Blinking as he looked at it, then at her....er....face, he swallowed hard. "Oh for the love of Mother....why even ....what.... OH FFFFF!" he shouted madly, flailing around and grabbing two more arrows, awkwardly stringing them into his bow and firing them in a random direction he couldn't see. His arrows went flying, bouncing off a pillar and who knew where.
One arrow zipped past his head and he barely had time to maneuver himself and the snake out of the way when another one came whizzing past the other side, seemingly out of no where that he was sure wasn't his. Where his brothers and sisters TRYING to kill him?! He knew he had a big orange and brown target on him but STILL.....
Struggling with the snake (who seemed to be putting up less of a fight...or more now?!) he managed to shove her down just enough to see what in the world was happening.
The deafening screech of Eris's name from Voluptas told him all he needed to know. He glanced around like a deer caught in headlights, wings slowing in their flapping causing him to make a gradual descent to the floor with his snake tutu wrapped around him. He saw Eros firing......right at a naiad on their own team. He saw the others, Thalia, Himeros, Dylo.... they all looked....wrong. Looked...strange....
Controlled.
"Not again....no....NO!!" he screamed, grabbing his hair with his hands and pulling in a temporary state of shock.
Damage: 12
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Fea Line rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 11:02 am
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Pae'il Name: Anali
Day: 3
Who is engaged? Agnes and Adrasteia
Anali had opened her mouth, baring her fangs and poised for a strike when the faun actually had the gall to.... SPIT. ON. HER.
Pausing, coughing, gagging, Anali spat the spit from her mouth, wiping it from her eyes and face. If she were a rattlesnake, her tail would be rattling up a fuss at how fast the tip flicked. Hissing, the naga said nothing but shot faster than lightning towards the faun, only to be brought to an abrupt halt at another flying coconut, crashing into the branch just inches from her head.
With a loud hiss, she coiled backwards, allowing enough time and distraction to pass for the faun to slip from the tree without the naga noticing.
"WHaaa?!" she screeched, seeing the faun now on the ground. "Why you maggot brained tree head!" she screeched, turning to coil her way back down the tree only to have to stop to dodge yet another coconut.
"I will get you, and I will make a meal of your flesh.....as soon as I'm done with this one first." Black one first. Forget the silly faun. The battle retarded idiot with wings needed to die first.
"I think your brain's been scrambled one to many times. Let me show you whats fun!" she screamed, lunging herself down from the tree and towards Adrasteia quicker than quick, swinging herself to the side and thrusting her tail forward.
But she had to dodge the scythe, even if the mindless oath failed to comprehend battle strategies, the fact of the matter was that blade still hurt, and she wasn't about to lose her head. She aimed for the fae's arms and hands. If she could get her to drop the weapon, then the playing field would be a bit more even.
That was assuming of course, the branch brains didn't come back to throw more mud in her face or spit on her.
Damage: 15
Healing: 7
wiccan_faillie your fine <3 I think Anali's priorities changed a bit tho rofl
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 11:18 am
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 Pae'il Name: Emperor Jahleel
Day: 3
Who is engaged? Harmonia and Tristen -> Hjortur
The emperor's arms had started to retract, urges pulling at his body. Vibrations, filling him, trying to take over control. His grip loosening on the deity and his coils going backward away.
No!
His irises narrowed and his hissed, fangs bared and glaring daggers, his sword raised and his body returning forward.
Pleasure filling his brain, clouding it, relaxing the body, moving it. The vibration, the sound pulling at his muscles, trying to make them do all the wrong things. He needed it all to just stop, he needed everything to clear. Stop it. Right. Now!
He roared, and the music quieted.
His free hand tensed, then relaxed, then clenched into a tight fist. His malice hung heavily as he looked around. Why, when he found whatever little wretch had decided to get in-between him and his two trophies! Eyes narrowed as they noticed a naiad not too far into the distance, nursing a pair of wounds and an instrument around his neck.
The naiad looked up... Jahleel's eyes narrowed further as they made eye contact...
And then they open widely, focus dead on the imbecile before him, his previous adversaries forgotten to the screams of war. This... This cretin would regret having not taken that arrow to the neck after the emperor was done with him. He didn't take too kindly to being made a fool of, even if momentarily.
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Fea Line rolled 2 12-sided dice:
11, 2
Total: 13 (2-24)
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 11:35 am
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Pae'il Name: Adonis
Day: 3
Who is engaged? Eris
Adonis had found himself enjoying the thrill of the battle, flexing foes into submission left and right, piercing scales with his arrows. He was sure they were close to reclaiming the temple for his love, for Venus. He was in mid flex, ready to release more arrows when he noticed the purple figure of Eris reveal itself from behind the column. Her hands in the air miming puppetry.
Turning his head, he saw the eyes of the Erotes and Graces turn.... fog over....emit a toxic purple glow. "No...." he sighed heavily, turning his gaze to the ground. One hand thrust backwards to his forehead in dramatic effect. "I must not fail my love..." he said softly to himself.
Lifting his gaze, he stared hard at the goddess of discord, taking in a deep breath, pushing his shoulders back and his chest out. In a slow motion, he reached into his cloth, latched on to the tip of a large arrow and began to pull it out slowly. All the while, his gaze never left the mind controlling witch. Not even when Voluptas' screech filled the air and she charged boldly for the fiend herself.
"Eris!" he called loudly, finally producing the arrow and stringing it into his bow. He jumped down from the table, starting at a slow walk towards her, bow raised and aimed. "I must warn you...." he shouted, pace picking up into a bit of a run. "That I could never..." he said, wings fluttering slightly as he broke into a charge. "Fully....." his body now lifted from the ground, darting towards Eris, string pulled back as far as it could go.
"Love purple!" he declared loudly, stopping next to Voluptas and releasing the string, hoping his arrow would aid her in her plight to interrupt Eris.
"FOR VENUS!"
Damage: 13
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EvilSilverDragon rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 11:36 am
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Pae'il Name: Takshaka
Day: 3
Who is engaged? Nadira, Nyra, and Shakira
The plan was flawless, he pictured himself attacking the birdie and taking her down. In doing so he protected his Mother and she would tell him she was proud of him. With a swell of pride and premature victory, the teen had no hesitation. What it earned him was not what he was envisioning.
The flash before he was hit, he saw his mother get scratched. The over-sized chicken had gone too far! Only before he could do anything, the air in the room vanished. To his credit, if he deserves any, Takshaka did not cry out. The only sound he managed was a grunt as the air was forced out of his lungs. The naga painted the floor red but it wasn't with the Harpy's blood. Cut to the ribcage bone in several points, he was helpless to retaliate.
Laying prone for several moments, it was a gasping struggle to get air back into the abused organs. Looking down at his own blood, the teen could only stare in shock as his whole body shook. The Harpy's image seemed to be everywhere as his vision wavered.
The only thought on his mind was to protect his mother. He had to. Though not directly harmed, his tail was just not giving him the movement he needed to jolt forward. The feeling of being held back was a new and very unpleasant one. Clawing his way towards the bird with low pained hisses, the teen still tried to fight. He had to distract her, had to keep mom safe.
Damage: 12 +bonus roll=19
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Tartara Seabreeze rolled 2 10-sided dice:
4, 7
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 12:03 pm
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