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 Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 7:05 pm
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The training ground had become a sanctuary. It was, not peaceful, but it was quiet, and the arc of her blade and the motion of her body proved a necessary distraction from her own unfriendly mind. She had been, for the most part, lucky. The grounds had been empty, or there had been someone about that was not opposed to spar. It had been cathartic, needed.
Now the mare stood near the outcropping, gaze out at Lan as she moved like water through the army of training dolls that had been set out.
The twang of her bow, the sharp thunk of the arrow as it hit it's mark, and the soft hiss of the noble's voice, unsatisfied. For a second or two she considered walking away, leaving the conquest mare to her training, but in the end the priestess spoke up. "Nice shot." Her voice was hollow, devoid of the usual purr it carried. Just a voice, nothing special.
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Beejoux rolled 1 20-sided dice:
20
Total: 20 (1-20)
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 7:20 pm
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Those strained eyes slide to the collection of dummies, taking them in, before returning to the noble. "OI'm sure you will get there, you have unwavering resolve." It was something the priestess admired in the smaller mare. She was passionate, fierce even. Relatable, commendable.
"I am always eager to test my blade against your bow, Lady Lan." In truth her days training had not yet started, but what better way to kick things off than an a spar with someone she knew would not hold back.
Her head dipped, offering a small bow, then the mare was backing up, away, dark blade forming in her hand.
HP: 40
DMG: -
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Beejoux rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 5
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2014 7:34 pm
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-16)
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 5
Total: 14 (2-20)
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-16)
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 5:16 pm
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Of course Lan would prove a formidable opponent. That gilded air was fired at damn near point blank range, and shot clear through Nergui's left shoulder as if it were nothing but water. It was a painful hit, and it jerked the mare around with the force, but she did not take the time to favor it, she kept moving forward, pursuing the dainty noble through her army of training bases.
"You have grown strong, my Lady." The usual warmth her voice carried for the other mare was gone, but the compliment was sincere despite that. Snapping to the side, through a gap in the stationary figures, the priestess lunged at the conquest mare, dark blade tip aimed to pierce.
HP: 32
DMG: 5
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 9
Total: 18 (2-20)
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Beejoux rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 6
Total: 15 (2-20)
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Beejoux rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-16)
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 8 12-sided dice:
9, 6, 8, 5, 5, 11, 6, 12
Total: 62 (8-96)
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 10:11 pm
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The arrow struck, and Nergui's weapon disappeared. Eyes wide, she looked down at the shaft sticking through her chest, knowing the point had cleared her back. It was a well aimed shot, a powerful blow, and the priestess sank to her knees as small hands lifted to curl loosely around the feathers at the end. "Well struck, my lady." Her voice was rough, and she coughed, a touch of blood on her lips as an uneasy laugh bubbled up.
She knew she was hurt, but the pain hadn't caught up with her yet. Worrisome all on it's own, but she would be grateful for the delay as long as it allowed her. Gingerly, she touched the point where the arrow and entered. Upper chest, a little to one side, and that was probably all that had kept it from being a very efficient hit.
It hadn't hit her heart, and she was almost sorry about that. Almost sorry this innocent little spar hadn't just made all the pain go away. Goddess, she was pathetic. Despair and loss had eaten away at her until nothing was left but a broken shell of a mare.
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