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Carhop Cavalier rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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 Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 2:53 pm
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Quote: Rolling a 2: ALL DAMAGE DONE BACKFIRES ON THE CHARACTERS THEMSELVES (ie if you do 6 damage to the opponent, you take 6 damage). All your log seems to take second place as a voice calls to you, vague, agitating. It pressures you to attack relentlessly, brashly, without caring about your own wounds or damage done to your allies.
The ghostly woman floated through a room in the Haunted House, constantly vigilant for any signs of trouble. So many children were at the school now, so many young lives that could so easily be destroyed by the war between the Hunters and Horsemen. Genevieve despised both factions at this point, wishing they'd just kill each other off and leave her home and her children, all the little ones at the academy, alone. |
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Carhop Cavalier rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 3:04 pm
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Carhop Cavalier rolled 1 20-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-20)
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Posted: Mon Nov 06, 2017 3:10 pm
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Genevieve had always cared too much for the children at the academy, she knew. Overprotective, a little overbearing, and certainly willing to go up to bat for them with too much zeal. The cafe she and Xiu ran was a safe haven for the children, a place she could keep a careful eye on them. Gene knew that she would never have her own scarelings - none of the boils in town held her interest, and she felt that running a small business just wouldn't give her the time for children.
It was why she patrolled the Haunted House on a near daily basis. She wouldn't always be the first Halloween creature seen by some poor Hunter, but hopefully she'd be enough to make them turn tail and run. If they didn't run, then she'd attack and force them to leave, lest they die. Gene had yet to kill any Hunter, but she wasn't opposed to the idea.
The doppelganger hovered in the middle of the room, glancing about. She'd heard footsteps coming up, slowly, towards her position. On her right, the banister of a staircase that led to nothing. On her left, heavy bookshelves and stuffing-stripped chairs. A crooked smile crept up the young woman's face as she sat herself, crossed her legs, and shifted her wispy hands into solid steel spikes. Her face she mutated into what could be described as an unholy mix of a gas fire victim and a robotics experiment, melted flesh and gears mingling with sinew and scorched muscle fibers all the way down her neck. The rest of her body went untouched. Gene knew humans - they didn't pay attention to the minor details when shocked.
Gene
HP: 60/60
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Beejoux rolled 1 20-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 6:16 am
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Shocking was exactly the effect the ghost would have on the leggy brunette that crept into the room, weapon held at the ready. Amber eyes widened at the sight that met her, and are very nearly dropped Björn as an automatic and instinctive scream tore free before the trainee could bite it off.
This was her first time patrolling the haunted house, and either she'd shown a certain competence that made her eligible to go it alone, or they happened to be short handed on this particular duty that afternoon. Either way, are faced this particular horror alone.
The shock faded enough for Soleil to regain herself, and she tightened her grin on the scythe in her hands, drawing it up at the ready. This is what she was here for, driving out creatures of Fear. She had a job to do, Ave age intended to do it.
HP: 40
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Carhop Cavalier rolled 2 12-sided dice:
6, 11
Total: 17 (2-24)
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Posted: Wed Nov 08, 2017 1:59 pm
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Mmmm...delicious Fear. The scream only put a wide smile on Gene’s face, the skin around er mouth breaking, cracking, oozing black blood. She rose slowly, eyes trained on the Hunter and her scythe. That poor student...lured in by lies to support a never ending war. The spiked hands were replaced quickly with claws, clicking and clacking as she approached silently.
“You can run, now.” She whispered, malice dripping from every mechanical, rasping word. “Or, you can die.” One of those rusty, savage claws slashed across the Human’s chest, coupled with cackling laughter.
HP: 60
DMG: 13
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