Thaliawen generated a random number between
1 and 18 ...
4!
Thaliawen
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2018 7:05 pm
Micheth wasn’t sure he could catch her. But he would press on. Therianth was strong, and rather enjoyable company when she wasn’t...doing this flight thing. Micheth wasn’t altogether sure what to make of her behavior. But he wanted her!
faesinger generated a random number between
1 and 25 ...
10!
Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2018 8:00 pm
Therianth began to slow as all the dragons lined up below her. It was a combination of getting tired and preparing for the next twist in her little game. She slowed until gravity took over and she began to drop directly through the tower of dragons. Every time she passed a dragon she reached for them trying to draw ichor. She knew this would be the last time she got a chance and they needed to know she wouldn’t stop fighting. None of them had proven themselves yet. There was no talk, only snarling savage anger.
Shahera smiled at L’nik ash she approached him. It was a rather feral smile. She ran the flat of the knife down his cheek. “Is that what you want?” She turned the blade to cut just as she reached clothing and sliced lightly through it. Finally she cut skin just over where his heart rested. “Do you want to bleed?” It was a shallow cut from a very sharp blade. Who knows if it would scar. Another slightly deeper cut was made. “I can certainly arrange for that to happen.”
Roll Wits plus Speed
General Grid (You all get to be maimed!):
15+ Gaining ground can come at a price. +15 yards, -10 health 10-14 Middle ground is good ground. +8 yards, -8 health 6-9 Caution can be good. +3 yards, -5 health 2-5 Going no where still hurts. +0 yards, -3 health 1 Run away! -3 yards, -1 health
Deciding roll will be Tuesday 10/2 around 8PM Pacific time
Therianth’s Stats: Green: 50 Fit and Motivated: +8 Angry and vicious: +5 First flight: -2 Does not care if she is hurt: +5 Total: 66
Strength: 13 Speed: 12 Dexterity: 15 Stamina: 15 Wits: 13 Health: Will not diminish
faesinger
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demon_pachabel generated a random number between
1 and 20 ...
9!
demon_pachabel Crew
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2018 8:18 pm
And down she came, Hessianth watching every movement attentively. Her dance was beautiful, and the sweet pain when claws racked flesh? Just as majestic. Though her touch left him wanting to follow after, to allow her contact for just a little longer - for just a bit more of his blood to spill.
Curse these others. Curse these interlopers. He wanted this to be theirs, and theirs alone!
She was absolutely in a position to tear him down - but the look on her face was beautiful. Though if that was the attraction of knowing he'd absolutely put his safety into her bloodlusting hands, he couldn't have necessarily thought it a bad thing. "Do you want me to bleed?" he asked, barely flinching - a natural reaction, really - when the knife slid over his flesh, the barest amounts of blood beading at the shallow wound. "Give me every slice, bite, and tear of flesh you desire," L'nik was absolutely ready to bleed more than just this meager wound would offer.
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Hessianth's Stats:
Brown: 40 points Motivated: 8 points Is Hessianth: +5 Is not afraid of Pain: +5 L'nik is not afraid of Pain: +3 61 Points
Health: Age: Less than 1 turn: 3 points Size: Large for a brown: 3 points Physical Condition: A beefy boy: 3 points 9 points Strength (17) + 9 = 17/26
Defense: Age: 1 point Size: 1 point Physical Condition: 3 points 5 points Wits + 5 = 17/17
[Wits + Speed = 20] Current Yardage: 28 + 3 = 31
Uta generated a random number between
1 and 21 ...
5!
Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2018 8:26 pm
NPC R'lon of brown Hiatanth
Hiatanth watched as the green dropped. Her claws raked against him, ichor staining his hide. He did not flinch nor did he follow. Instead, he followed, not quite gaining, but holding his own all the same. The green would be ready soon, and his claws were more than prepared to snatch her from the sky if she was willing. The others were not worth his time or his interest; had he not been in the lead he would have snapped and snarled and drawn ichor; but until someone usurped him, he would not bother to waste his energy.
Prism Shine generated a random number between
1 and 28 ...
5!
Prism Shine
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Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2018 9:53 pm
General Rolling
Therianth dropped, and Muerth hovered, stalling out her wing beats to watch the lovely lady. Her chest ached, her wings strained--anger roiled in her blood. She was determined to rend these boys from the sky, tear them away from such a fierce spirit. Yet she snarled as, as Therianth fell, the other green’s claws raked at her, and her blood spilled down her darker hide. Muerth fell in step, not gaining any distance--but not losing any, either.
Health and Defense Health: 25 - 3 = 22 Defense: 20
Thaliawen generated a random number between
1 and 25 ...
6!
Posted: Mon Oct 01, 2018 11:02 pm
Micheth tried to keep up. But did he really want to catch her? What would Tinanath think? The blue flapped his wings, trying to push himself forward. Way did it matter what Tinanath thought? Therianth was the dragon that mattered this night!
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faesinger generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
3!
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Posted: Tue Oct 02, 2018 8:34 pm
Shahera was aware that Therianth was about to make her choice and even she had no idea what Therianth’s choice would be. Shahera’s was clear though. No matter who Therianth picked, L’nik was here not flinching away. She stowed her knife.
Therianth was falling. It was time to make her choice, and it was such an easy one to make after all she had done. After all the attacking it was time for something different, something more. He had come and had not flinched from her claws. He had come. But he wasn’t following. Hessianth! Why do you hesitate? She whipped around and attacked one last time. Therianth was not letting go this time. You are mine. You should know that by now. And I am yours. Let us light up the sky together.
As Therianth grabbed onto Hessianth, Shahera grabbed L’nik. The first round of games was over. Time for the next round.
Rolling for Winner: 1. Hiatanth 2. Micheth 3. Hessianth
And there went the knife, but L'nik's eyes didn't follow it. They remained on Shahera's face, perhaps considering her next move. Perhaps considering his. There were many possible perhaps.
Hessianth eagerly met Therianth's lashing claws, all red fading from his eyes and leaving only purples for her. The brown wanted nothing more than to share this moment with her and no one else. Pity they had to be surrounded by so many. But only for the time it took for him to pull her in close. I have always known that, I needed only hear you be certain, he told only her, these others that had dared step in no longer even a thought to be snarled at. No, there were only gentle nudges of his head against hers as he wrapped himself around her, easily finding the strength in his wings to take them both higher.
This was only for them now.
L'nik wouldn't have needed Hessianth's overflowing feelings to know what he wanted right then. But it was almost a mirrored gesture as he again found himself holding Shahera, more than eager to offer kisses. More than eager to find them some privacy. They had time to chase the night into day.
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