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Tartara Seabreeze rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-16)
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 Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 12:26 am
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Pae'il Name: Priya
Day: 4
Who is engaged? Poor poor Cherub
As the life sapped from the eyes of the downed cherub, Priya finally let go. Normally she'd begin eating the pray, or at least attempting to, but that was not the reason for her kill. No, she was focusing on the loin cloth. She ripped it off to begin wrapping it around her poor injured tail. She didn't know how bad the damage was. Too much blood to properly see the wounds, and partially because she didn't really want to know. But hopefully it would help.
By the time she looked up, the tide of battle had certainly changed, and not in her favor. The strong naga that had come as reinforcements were running for the hills.
The weaklings! What squealing worms! She could have run straight out of the battlefield, but instead had chosen to bandage herself up so she could continue to fight. Even though defeat was becoming increasingly obvious.
No, she would stay and accept the consequences. After all, the Venus pae might end up slaughtering any naga they captured. And death would perhaps be more welcome than facing her siblings in bitter defeat. With one last battle cry to the sky, she leaped into the sky to clamp onto the legs of a passerby harpy, sending it crashing down with her. "Battle issss not over yet!"
Rolls for the day; 5!
rofl rofl rofl
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wiccan_faillie rolled 2 10-sided dice:
10, 5
Total: 15 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 4:07 am
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Daisicle rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 6
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 4:45 am
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 Pae'il Name: Hjortur
Day: 4
Who is engaged? Caine, Jahleel
One might have been shocked to hear what sorts of colorful language was running through Hjortur's mind as he simply stared ahead, unable to move in such a shock. His... his hand... He couldn't feel his hand; how would he ever play music without it? After so long, after finally being more than the court disgrace, he was actually somenaiad worth something.
How could he face those at home unable to do anything of value?
As the king neared, his pulse was deceivingly calm from the shock, his body devoid of the ability to react. This was it, huh...? It was all over then... Good thing the girl was safe... At least he had tried...
It was a hard hit on the back that knocked him out of his self-pitying stupor.
Pain seared through his leg as he was pushed to the side, the impact driving the arrow further into his muscle, before he turned and stared wide-eyed as he was saved by the clawed shetani. Why...? He had told him to get help, not to help him! Cursing aloud, he reached down to his thigh with his good hand and ripped the arrow from it, a pained expression crossing his face as he did so.
He couldn't let it end like this, there was still so much he needed to do! His children and his parents and his love waiting upon him.
There had to be something he could do, but what?!
Damage Total: (7, 6) 13 |
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 4:55 am
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 Pae'il Name: Sparrow
Day: 4
Who is engaged? Sen'ka -> None (near Nadira and Others though)
The pair were nearing dangerously close as they dove, the spins serving to enhance their acceleration. But the harpy could feel it... She was so close... If she could just get one more push on the wretched snake, victory would be hers.
And so it was.
In an instant, the weight and the pressure released on the harpy, her mouth opening to fill her lungs for the first time in too long, her breath cut short by the searing pain on her midsection and the impending ground. Unfolding her wings, she flapped twice to slow the speed, physically wincing at the pain her remaining from the feathers lost to and cuts caused by Sen'ka.
She was too close. Her wings were too hurt.
She couldn't stop.
Giving a harpy shriek to warn the others to move out of her way, she changed her angle such that instead she glided down, towards her comrades of same appearance, and beyond. Her gait was unsteady as she dropped from the air, her legs stumbling before she fell to a single knee.
Just a few moments was all she needed... Just those precious seconds to renew her senses and she could help.
Damage Total: (5, 5) 10 |
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Daisicle rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 4:56 am
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Seiana_ZI rolled 3 12-sided dice:
4, 6, 6
Total: 16 (3-36)
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 5:20 am
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Pae'il Name: Eros
Day: 3
Who is engaged? Hjortur -> All Naga
 It seemed that Eros had done exactly what he had intended, arrows finding purchase in that ridiculous naiad, and allowing the Great Emperor Jahleel to pursue him. Excellent.
His eyes swept to other things.
He fired off arrows into the crowd left and right, aiming at those he would have called his allies only a few minutes ago. Eros had rallied them as his allies, too, the leader of the Erotes and the entire charge shamefully wrapped up in the exact opposite at that moment. Not that he'd know, his mind twisted by another's control.
It was why when even Psyche's voice hit his ears, Eros didn't care, letting out a loud laugh when she told him to stop. "Why stop, Psyche?! Can't you see, they're attempting to take this temple back? It's absolutely foolish!"
A smirk edged on his face, drawing the bow back and getting ready to load another arrow --
Wait, what in Love's name was he doing?
The purple faded from his eyes, becoming a rich blue again. For a moment, he was disoriented--where had those damn powerful naga went--before he noticed that there was someone on the ground, blood pouring from wounds that shouldn't have been there, caused by arrows that definitely did not come from the other, more physical, side.
Eros paled.
"Psyche," s**t. The Erote landed on the ground, immediately moving to pull the arrow out of her arm and toss it aside. Wasting no time, he ripped a piece of cloth off his garments, wrapping it around the wound like a tourniquet and tying it tight -- though not so tight that she wouldn't get any blood flow at all.
He'd get a better look at that later -- and her wings, her beautiful wings, were punctured. Wings could heal, but it could take time, and those marks, those holes, they should not have been there in the first place. He'd ask who did this, but he already knew. There were arrows strewn where there should have been none. There was one in her arm, which he had removed.
And he heard the yelling of his daughter.
"Eris." It came out like a low hiss, and something flashed in Eros' eyes, though it wasn't purple. He was tired of her, and falling victim to her continued attempts to control them. He was tired of her attempts to split them apart, to drive them against each other, to make them hurt each other. It was enough, and he had had enough. This was ending today.
He kissed Psyche on the lips, hard, before pulling back and murmuring he'd be right back.
Shortly, he was in the sky, arrows loaded, and he bellowed, "FINISH THEM."
Damage Total: 16
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Seiana_ZI rolled 2 12-sided dice:
12, 10
Total: 22 (2-24)
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Codebreaking Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 5:33 am
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Pae'il Name: Voluptas
Day: 4
Who is engaged? Eris -> remaining naga
 When Eris took her into the air, Voluptas thrashed, even as it hurt.
No. She refused to fall victim to Eris, ever again, whether it be by her mind powers or her ridiculous magic. No. Not this time. Voluptas attempted to struggle to grab her bow, wishing to load another arrow to shoot it right at Eris, even if it was a struggle. She was going to free herself from this control, and when she did, Eris would be --
Artemis!
Voluptas let out a victory whoop as she was let down, immediately grabbing for her arrows and loading another one into the bow. Wasting no time, Voluptas shot one off while Eris was dramatically monologuing, managing to get a hit on her before she vanished into a poof of smoke.
"And don't ever come back!" For being so easily grossed out by the snakes, the fact that she turned to spit where Eris may have been previously standing was a little shocking. Of course, she then wiped her mouth daintily before she turned back to the battle, eyes looking to see what chaos Eris had left in her wake.
Her father sounded furious, and understandably so -- so was she. What Eris had just done to them again was not okay, and they were certainly quite upset with it continuing to happen by now. Hopefully they just ended those attempts for good. Eris nearly wet herself! Her quick retreat had been rather fun to watch.
Taking to the air, Voluptas did as father asked, loading up some more arrows and raining them down on the naga below.
Damage Total: 22
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Freaksrus rolled 2 10-sided dice:
3, 8
Total: 11 (2-20)
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shadica rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 7
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 6:54 am
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Teigra rolled 3 12-sided dice:
6, 2, 6
Total: 14 (3-36)
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 7:47 am
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Pae'il Name: Himeros
Day: 4
Who is engaged? K'nai (and firing at all naga)
Curses! His last shots had swung wide, only grazing the odd cat creature. He hurriedly reached for another arrow as the green male turned on him. The invading infidels must be driven away! He drew and aimed...
...then suddenly doubled over with a shudder, the arrow falling from his hands to clatter across the floor. His head felt like it was exploding, though the purple haze was retreating from his vision. Clarity took some time to return, but when it did, he blinked his eyes open, once more a stunning cobalt blue. What...oh gods, not again...
At least the first time, it had been his enchanted arrows...they caused a different sort of harm, but these... He could have killed someone...
He'd had no control over his actions previous...but he remembered everything he did. She'd done it again, that dirty, manipulative witch! He noted passively that he must be free, as the rippling coils of naga muscle seemed...notably less attractive than he'd been thinking moments before...
Where was she? He heard sounds of pursuit, but above all, he heard his brother's rallying cry over the clamor.
"FINISH THEM!"
Gladly.
His eyes were cold as he turned to fire on the remaining naga. Only a few left, and those were mostly injured. The reinforcements had fled, and from Voluptas' crowing, so had Eris. Good. Just need to do some clean-up. His stomach churned, more upset at being used in this manner than he'd openly admit. Granted, he was into some...things...behind closed doors; but this just made him feel dirty. Not in the good way.
The shout from the green feline he'd earlier shot at (and fortunately mostly missed) captured Himeros' attention long enough to warn him of the mortal's charge. After taking a shot at one of the naga, he whirled gracefully around to sidestep the charge, and aim a sheepish grin and a wink at the other. "Sorry, handsome, didn't mean it. Give me a minute to finish up here, then I'll make it up to ya' with a proper dance."
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Fea Line rolled 2 12-sided dice:
4, 10
Total: 14 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 7:55 am
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Pae'il Name: Adonis
Day: 4
Who is engaged? Any remaining Naga
Adonis had all but just about dropped his bow as Eris had taken Voluptas captured when Artemis had suddenly appeared to save the day, causing the purple witch to run off and lick her wounds. As she did so, he noticed those under her mind control influence had now returned to normal and a victory for the home team had never felt more certain.
Dropping down into a victory flex, complete with several manly grunts and additional smaller flexes, Adonis regained composure, a dashing smile spread across his lips. He stood, collecting his bow and pulling out the mother load of arrows, stringing several into his bow and taking aim towards any remaining Naga left.
Then came the cry of Eros, his cry alone seeming to fill the room with renewed Vigor.
"FINISH THEM!"
The god wasted no time in firing neither did he stand around to see if his arrows hit any of its targets. Instead he took to the air again, pulling yet more and more arrows out and stringing them into his bow, sending em loose on the wiggling snakes below. "Flee heathens, from this temple. You are welcome no longer!" he cried triumphantly.
Soon, so soon he could taste it. The temple would be theirs again and they would surely find Venus, they just had too.
Damage: 14
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Fea Line rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 2
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 8:05 am
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Pae'il Name: K'nai
Day: 4
Who is engaged? Himeros > fleeing/remaining nagas
Skidding to a halt as the orange thing not only dodged his pounce, but now returned to firing at the Naga, K'nai could only growl in serious frustration. "What the hell is wrong with you." he spat, tail lashing, but didn't stick around for an answer. No way was he dancing with that orange freak. He'd rake rainbow stupidity any day over another male. Let alone one with kiss marks out the a**.
When the other offered to make it up to him with a dance, K'nai could only stop a moment and shudder. Shivers tingled down his spine and the distinct feeling that he needed to vomit rumbled around in the pit of his stomach. Oh he did not. He so did not just.....
Taking a moment to catch his breath and not gag out his tongue, the Rak hissed under his breath, muttering. "Yeah, how about no. I don't do dangles." he spat, turning to leap off elsewhere in hopes to get awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay from the orange dude and back to something more pleasant. Like sinking his blades into the tail of a retreating Naga.
Now that was much better. Cackling, he watched it squirm, yanking its tail free but not without some serious damage. "Aww just a scratch! Weakling!" he roared with laughter, wasting no further time in leaping back into the fray. He could only hope the derp fae had finally died somewhere pitifully and the cowards were gnawing her bones as they fled.
Damage: 11
Healing 2:
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Fea Line rolled 3 12-sided dice:
6, 2, 10
Total: 18 (3-36)
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 8:22 am
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Pae'il Name: Pothos
Day: 4
Who is engaged? Seema + Nagendra
He was managing to at least dodge the one on the ground, but trying to pry the squirming horny female off him was proving more difficult than he had originally imagined.
Especially upon seeing Eris lift Voluptas into the air like she was a ragdoll and squeeze. Pothos had just begun to put more fight into him when the female curled around his back and pressed hard against his wing joints, rendering him unable to fly any longer, even if he wanted too.
Which he wanted too. He really really wanted too. But the harder he tried to flex his wings with her pinned against his back, the more it only felt like he was trying to wrench his wings from their joints. Not that that sensation lasted anyways.
His head was suddenly thrust to the side, fingers grasping his black curls and a tongue now licking its way up his neck. Did that snake just purr? When could snakes purr?!?!!
"I...iih....oh...think... I'm going to be sick.." he sputtered.
Shuddering, Pothos momentarily froze, falling to the ground just as the female licked him again and her near about twin brother latched onto his ankles. "Happy place, happy place. Go to your happy place Pothos.....happy...happy..."
Eros' voice rang loud and true above all else, and a powerful uplifting feeling sprouted in the blue god of longing's chest. They had done it, somehow they had done it. Finish them! Finish them all!
Springing back to life, Pothos latched onto the female's coils around his middle and squeezed and pulled and yanked as hard as he could to hopefully finally pry her off and fling him from his person. "Sorry.....er.... I don't do snakes. It wouldn't work out anyways. Its not you, its.... me." he grunted angrily, also kicking his legs with all his might to get her brother off as well. "So why don't you slither on back to your mommy now!!"
He twisted himself around, ignoring any pain to reach for more arrows. Hopefully this time the right arrows. He couldn't fire them, not like this, he couldn't bend his arms enough, not to mention the bow would just be in the way at this close of a range. But they had already proved effective as daggers and he wasn't about to relent. He'd jab them into any place he could reach with as much strength as he could muster, even if that meant hurting himself in the process to get them off.
Damage: 18
Healing: 2
shadica YOU BROKE HIM. Even if momentarily lolololol <3
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Daisicle rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 8
Total: 12 (2-16)
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