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Face your demons rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 8:51 pm
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Face your demons rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 2
Total: 5 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 8:53 pm
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Face your demons rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 8
Total: 14 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 8:54 pm
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Face your demons rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 8:56 pm
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Face your demons rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 6
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 8:57 pm
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Face your demons rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 8:59 pm
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Face your demons rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 9:03 pm
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Face your demons rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 9:04 pm
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Face your demons rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 6
Total: 10 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 9:06 pm
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Face your demons rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 3
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 9:09 pm
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Enzo was cheering for her, this time. And then Kettil. Both of them together: then Freya, then the mystery voices from some sealed off part of herself.
Suddenly, one of the voices spoke up, and somehow its volume cleared her mind of all else: Why didn't you tell me that you love me? It's too late. You'll never get the chance, now.
"It is never too late, and you know why I did not tell you," Amarus said, aiming one last blow at that particular hateful voice, as if to punctuate her resolve on the matter.
And she had done what she had promised. She had protected her friends.
Even though she was very, very tired now.
[[OOC: Boss HP: SO DED out of 50 Amarus' HP: 5/40 Aid HP: 50/50
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 9:49 pm
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The voices that sought to harm Amarus faded, but the voices meant to aid her were faintly cheering, as if they watched from a distance. Loud, almost obnoxious cheering, filled with pride.
The darkness of the forest softened enough to see shadows of shapes - a tree, a grove, a small group of people, standing together - one of them was jumping up and down in excitement, fists pumping in the air -
From an unseen spot, Selene started coughing tiny, hiccuping coughs. She walked directly through the dark silhouettes of shapes, her hands waving through them until they were nothing but smoke that she dissipated away with a wave.
"Oh, oh my, it's in my lungs now, I'll be coughing for hours, oh!" Even her tiny little high pitched coughs were pathetically cute, despite how badly she was coughing. Through the fits, she tried to speak. "Well, oh, congratulations young lady, you have done well! I've never seen someone handle this particular struggle with so little angst, you are a very mature young lady! I see a great deal of achievement in your future!" She put her hand on Amarus' shoulder, and led her out of the forest.
"And now I congratulate you on your next step towards that future. Amarus, you are officially a Hob!" She paused in their walk, and placed a tiny little pin into the ghoul's hand, before continuing to the gates.
"Now, let us get back quickly, I think I need a cup of tea and a lot of fresh air." She sneezed, with a tiny little high pitched squeak.
Face Your Demons Amarus receives one (1) Professor Selene pin!
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