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Smerdle rolled 2 12-sided dice:
2, 11
Total: 13 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 10:17 pm
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Smerdle rolled 2 12-sided dice:
4, 12
Total: 16 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 10:19 pm
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Smerdle rolled 2 12-sided dice:
3, 9
Total: 12 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 10:21 pm
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Smerdle rolled 2 12-sided dice:
11, 2
Total: 13 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 10:25 pm
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Smerdle rolled 2 12-sided dice:
1, 12
Total: 13 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Jul 07, 2014 10:26 pm
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The fog creature that was not Pachua stared at Brenley with distaste, its voice low in his mind. It whispered of traitors and killers, liars, fools and opportunists, and he knew that he was all of those things and more.
But could he live with that?
He raised his hands, silently offering his pliers to the boil as one final act of supplication, and they began to shift, shrinking and separating to become his katar. They were recognizable enough—thin, weak blades, shimmering gold and blue ornamental grips—but as they solidified, Bren saw that they had changed. The blades might have been thin, but they now possessed a heft that made them a surprising threat. The grips and guards were ornate but functional, suggesting a certainty of the wielder's power that made stealth unnecessary. Brenley swallowed. Weapons to grow into, then. He pushed them snugly around his knuckles, marveling at how well they now seemed to fit, then, without hesitation, he flung himself forward, plunging both blades into Pachua's chest. The fog thinned, and Brenley tumbled to the ground in a heap, feeling something small and firm crack beneath him.
He exhaled a shaky breath moments before he fell unconscious. It seemed he could live with himself rather well after all.
HP: 10/40 Damage: 7 Boss HP: explodo/50
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