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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 20-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-20)
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mare rolled 1 20-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-20)
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mare rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-12)
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 7
Total: 14 (2-20)
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mare rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 2
Total: 3 (2-12)
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 2 10-sided dice:
9, 3
Total: 12 (2-20)
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mare rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 1
Total: 5 (2-12)
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 10 4-sided dice:
2, 2, 4, 3, 4, 2, 4, 4, 4, 1
Total: 30 (10-40)
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mare rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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 Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2013 2:40 pm
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He wasn’t really sure how she was going to fix it, but he definitely would kill for a bag of ice. He straggled towards her, looking furious. She was going to fix it? If everything up until this point had been an accident, Efflo was pretty sure he didn’t want her help.
He stared with dread as the girl lifted her bow and took aim. His eyes widened further when he noticed just exactly where she was aiming. How was that going to help?! He yelped, moving to turn around but it was too late – he took an arrow to the groin.
He closed his eyes, waiting to die. Surely, no one could survive such a travesty. He waited, and waited, but instead dying, Efflo found he actually felt better. In fact, he felt great! It worked! Somehow, miraculously it had worked.
Still, he narrowed his eyes at her, watching her carefully, his hands held protectively over his junk.
"Thanks... I guess."
Quote: HP: 30/30 DMG: None, Defend for 2
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2013 3:26 pm
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Efflo braced himself when she moved, not sure whether the girl was going to attack him again or not. But when no attack came, he glanced at her, confused. Her assaults may have been accidents but they had still hurt. Still, she had healed him instead of taking advantage, and now she just looked sad, not angry.
The boil didn’t move from his spot but his posture relaxed slightly, and he blew out a sigh. “It’s okay,” he conceded, accepting her apology. “I’ve got more of them, we’ll survive. Just… Please be more careful.” Of bugs and of boards.
“My name’s Efflo,” he said, extending his hand.
Quote: HP: 30/30 DMG: Truce 4 now
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