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Wandered rolled 1 6-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 5:09 pm
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She was starting to consider ripping up the long sleeves that frayed from her wrists, they were heavy and torn up, dark red spots tainting the jades and teals that she was so used to, the colours already darkening from the drying of said blood. But she trudged on, trusted bow in one hand and a stern look on her face.
Turning to her partner, she gave her a weak smile, having at least gained a bit more energy since having pretty much collapsed on the little woman in the tent. But, they had a plan, and she was kind of hoping that it would be a little bit more . . . successful than their first attempt.
"Anything yet?" She asked Lan, knowing the answer, but hearing the woman's answer in the fray, and this fog and cold made her feel a little better.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 6:07 pm
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Silks or not, layered or not, Lan felt chilled. She wanted warmth and the mists and fogs provided none. She was suddenly envious of Medea, gaunt or not. At least she had a fire. Lifen was worse off than her, and it got the older horsewoman a look of concern. Lan personally hated looking torn as she did, she couldn't fathom looking that wounded and still carrying on. "Nothing." The noble breathed out her answer, gold eyes scanning the grey.
"Maybe if we hurl insults out about his outfit he'll show up. I could say that we find one of his fans and start burning it, but that seems crude, even if he is being...." A huff, concern still laced her voice. "Anyway, he's around. He's a conquest. The sight of two he defeated rising back up should stir his senses enough." |
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kuropeco rolled 2 12-sided dice:
7, 8
Total: 15 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 7:02 pm
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Wandered rolled 2 8-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 7:06 pm
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 6
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 10:00 pm
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iStoleYurVamps
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kuropeco rolled 2 12-sided dice:
9, 3
Total: 12 (2-24)
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 10:11 pm
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Wandered rolled 2 8-sided dice:
6, 5
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 10:12 pm
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 5
Total: 12 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 10:30 pm
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 100-sided dice:
75
Total: 75 (1-100)
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2012 11:06 pm
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 1:34 pm
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Wandered rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 1:55 pm
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It was almost amusing to watch the little horsewoman chuck a glass vial at the monster-formally-known-as-Mengyao, and the reaction was almost liken to the Conquest horseman. There was something up with these vials, but his psyche wasn't quite staggered yet for it to affect him. Taking a deep, sore breath, she notched one last arrow and sent it flying to him, before looking over to the noble woman.
"You have a good throw." she stated to her, before shuffling over and putting the vial in her hands that Lifen had been holding. "Want to try it once more? Hit him good, I know you will relish in it." She offered, giving the woman a nod. It was a weird friendship that the nobles had, and she wasn't helping by fueling it, but she was too tired to attempt herself. Sore too, Lifen was so sore.
OOC Total HP : 2/40 (Seeing Sights.)Damage done: 11 Targets: Mengyao, stop playing with that vial.
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 100-sided dice:
18
Total: 18 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 2:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 7:09 pm
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The figure in front of Lifen and Lan stopped abruptly as the vial connected with his greyed body, shattering into pieces. The liquid seeped into his clothing, wafting upwards, spreading over his robes and skin like a wildfire. The fog exploded around him, engulfing his entire body, spinning around and consuming him. There was a long, drawn out scream of rage and frustration, buried within the whiteness, and the flash of gold and blue streaked through the haze.
It was like breaching the surface of the water after drowning.
Mengyao's eyes flew open, and he gasped sharply, the sound rattling through his chest, which felt tight and constricted, drawing great, shuddering gulps of air into his lungs.. His hand rose to press against his chest and he staggered, unable to see anything, to hear, to say anything at all -
- his head felt as though it were going to explode into a thousand pieces -
The fog around him spread outwards, down the corridor, and then began to thin out, dissipating slowly, slowly, until it had melted away from around him, leaving Mengyao standing in the middle of the corridor. His usually immaculate robes were torn and tattered, and one of his arms was stained red, a horrifyingly large scarlet blotch covering most of one side. Hand still lifted, he glanced around frantically, trying to discern his whereabouts -
- and then he saw them, and he felt as though the ground beneath him were sinking away and he was falling further and further into a pit of despair. His mismatched eyes were widen, a look of abject stunned horror on his face as he took an involuntary step backwards, his throat feeling suddenly dry. Blackness crept into the corners of his mind, of his heart, and the memories were beginning to rush in now, collapsing the very foundation of everything he had ever worked so hard for.
No.
No.
Lifen, her clothing ripped and torn, bleeding freely down one arm, hardly able to stand. Lan, with a look of grim determination on her pale face, her hair askew, bruises on her arms and neck -
- and there had been another; another member of Conquest, with dark hair and dark eyes, who had tried to protect Lan and then Lifen, who had also tried to stop him from -
- from -
"No."
This time the word was audible, and suddenly his legs felt too weak to hold him up, his body slowly falling as Mengyao's legs collapsed beneath him. He dug his fingers into his chest, pushing himself back against the wall, his hair falling about his face in untidy dark strands, his face a sickly pale color. He was shaking his head, fingers curling into the robes, the realization of everything that had just occurred invading every corner of his mind.
"No. No. No, this isn't - this isn't - I can't have - no - "
What have I done?
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2012 7:58 pm
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A soft smile showed up on the woman's face as the little Noblewoman admitted her enjoyment in throwing things at the fog-creature known as Mengyao. It was nice to know she could be light-hearted, at least. Lowering her bow, she slowly started to sag a bit against it, trying to preserve the energy she had in her, watching everything happen.
Watching the realization dawn on the man, she couldn't hold back a look of sadness on her face, hurt by how fractured he looked now that he was mentally there again. It felt like it was there and over at once, the fog starting to ripple and recede from the man's body as the potion did what it could. One hour. It was the best they could do to at least bring him to his senses for a bit - she couldn't let him rampage around without knowing how she felt about their first interaction in this hellhole.
Swaying a little, she walked towards him, allowing her legs to buckle under her, slipping to the floor in front of him as she lightly held out her hands, trying to tug the hands that were clawing his robes, attempting to hold them, so he would not harm himself any further than he already had.
"Mengyao, stop that." She said, her voice soft. "We do not have much time." She admitted, feeling guilty that she could only allow a short amount of time of clarity to the taller horseman before what-have-you would happen to him again. Wincing a little at the thought, she ducked her head a bit to try and catch his eyes, red and gold watching quietly.
"I do not blame you for anything." She murmured to him quietly, hoping her words would get to him.
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