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Nyx Queen of Darkness rolled 3 8-sided dice:
2, 6, 3
Total: 11 (3-24)
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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 Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2018 10:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2018 3:16 pm
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Cherith watched the other mares land their blows, anxious and worried about the outcome of the battle. Though their attacks had landed true, Death had simply shrugged them off as if they were nothing.
While she wanted to deal another blow to the stallion, Cherith decided it would be best to try her hand at a more tactical approach. There was only so much they could do if they kept attempting to land blows on the stallion.
With determination fueling her, the mare quickly grabbed the blinding powder the Forgemaster had provided her with. She wasn't going to let the stallion harm them a second time! With a quick cry, Cherith put her wings to use, propelling herself towards Death and getting herself high enough in the air that she could fling the pouch of powder at the creature's face. She felt gleeful and a small cheer bubbled past her lips as Death recoiled, shaking his head from side to side to try and clear his vision from the stinging powder. "Yes!"
The mare returned back to Chernobyl's side, not wanting to stay close enough to get hit, just in case, and she stood at the ready. She glanced down at the fox, looking quite pleased with herself. "Cool, right?"
Chernobyl only grinned at his bonded and gave a quick nod. "Very!"
Cherith's HP: 45/50
Death's HP: 66/100
*Consumed 1 blinding powder; Death will not be able to attack for the next 3 turns and cannot heal himself (correct me if I'm wrong on that one though lol).
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2018 7:43 pm
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Asteria took a moment to take in their situation. Her sisters fought strong and bravely. But this foe was like no other they had fought before. They had weakened him, for certain, but it was a slow and painful battle and she wasn't sure they could endure without facing permanent consequences. Her focus shifted to the satchel that hung at her side, supplies provided to her by the Forgemaster should she find herself in a dangerous predicament. The newcomer had already made use of the blinding powder and it would be helpful, no doubt. But would it be enough? Could they defeat him before the blinding powder wore off? She chewed her bottom lip.
The whistle is what hesitated her. The Forgemaster was strong, that much could not be denied and had he not shown his worth and value of staying free, she may have considered bringing him back to the Flock. It was, however, out of the ordinary to rely on a stallion for help. Would it dishonour them? Would she be considered weak? A cry from one of her sisters broke her out of her thoughts and snapped her back to reality. She reach her mouth into the pouch and found the whistle, blowing as hard as she could.
The whistle was loud as it pierced the silence of the forest and she flinched. For a few minutes, nothing happened and she wondered if perhaps they were too far for The Forgemaster to appear. Then, the sound of thunder as he came running into the clearing. He wasted no time, launching into an attack on Death with strength and fierceness that rivaled even the strongest of her sisters.
He looked at them for a brief moment. "Rest is up to you." Then, as quick as he came, he was gone.
Asteria HP: 45/50
Death HP: 46/100
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AstoriaFallen rolled 3 8-sided dice:
7, 1, 7
Total: 15 (3-24)
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2018 8:04 pm
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AstoriaFallen
AstoriaFallen
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Nyx Queen of Darkness rolled 3 8-sided dice:
2, 8, 6
Total: 16 (3-24)
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2018 5:39 am
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Sungrass had been braiding Vanleote's hair since she was a foal. He had learned a thousand different ways to do her hair. He reguraly helped her wash it. It was long and cumbersome and even with the claws quite difficult to reach it all. At first it had been daunting and the whole aspect of feathers had baffled him. But they had learned with time and Vanya's help. At first he' thought you must wash them as the rest of the hair, but Vanya had quickly stopped that thought. A slight dampening and a light touch was the feathers took, the rest of the hair though was washed clean. It was heavy enough when dry, but wet it was near impossible. But her tail she almost always kept braided.
After all that time of braiding, moving between death's legs to weave a net to trip him up seemed nothing. Others seldom paid attention to him because he was so small. They saw his smallness and thought him inferior when he was not. He always used it to his advantage. The intricate web he'd made allowed for him to pull it tight at the last possible moment to trip up their foe. It would cause him to suddenly be pulled off his feet. Who said doing hair wasn't a useable life skill had never worked a harpy or warrior's hair before.
Vanealote had never really fought with her tusks before. She'd skipped out on furthering her warrior training to learn more about cooking. Since the very first time she'd assisted in making a dish, she had fallen in love. She could see how some harpies loved the rush of battle. It certainly got your blood flowing and the adrenaline coursing through her veins was divine however it was nowhere near as great as the rush of carnal pleasures. For her no fight would ever live up to that, though some foods she'd made had. She was after all her mother's daughter.
She shook her head trying to focus back on the task at hand. She'd been foolish to let her mind wander on a tangent. Her sisters had fought well, raking with hooves and claws drawing blood at every moment possible. For not being a regular fighting unit, they were doing very well. Their foe seemed to be failing, his body growing heavy with death, if death itself could have...death?
The whistle her sister of the flock startled her with it's shrill cry. The Forgemaster came from nowhere dealing damage like some demon summoned from hell. For a male, he fought well. She felt that he probably did many things well. But he was not the kind of stallion that you could get in a to go bag, he'd never go to the Flock or stay there. But, if given enough time before they were to head back to the Flock she might decide to have a....meal with him. He looked rather tasty.
Focus. She brought herself back into check. That kind of thinking could wait till later, but not this fight. She did her best to follow her sister's lead and circle the foul thing. If she could just get close enough with her tusks, she could rend him open. Or at least she thought she could. She'd sliced plenty of meat, but there was a big difference in meat that still lived and breathed and moved.
The creature was noticeably slower but had not seemed to have lost any of it's power. Carefully, she timed her attack and lunged in from the side, spearing her tusks into his body. The slam of her tusks on bone made her teeth chatter in her head. The wet, warm blood spilled over her face as she tried to get away.
Her tusk was stuck.
With fury and panic, she shook her head back and forth and fought to free herself before he attacked her. Blood droplets flew everywhere. Just as he turned, she broke free and stumbled backwards on to her butt. All the air was knocked out of her but she scrambled further away regardless.
Still huffing and panting, Vanealote felt the tiny feet of Sungrass scrambling up her thick braids like he was scaling a tower. He came up and nested by her ears, telling her what he had done with the vines.
Foe's HP: 15
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HoneyTeaTree rolled 3 8-sided dice:
8, 4, 3
Total: 15 (3-24)
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2018 8:34 am
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After all of the effort the mares had put in together to bring down this common foe, Cherith decided it was time she do more than just throw powder at the twisted stallion. It seemed her plan had worked though, as he hadn't struck out at any of them, too preoccupied by whatever was in the powder that prevented him from seeing. The mare made a note to see if she could get the recipe for the stuff from the Forgemaster when she returned to the Forge. It seemed useful for travelling solo, as she wasn't usually inclined for battle, and it proved itself to clearly be debilitating enough that Cherith could easily escape a situation unharmed. Just as long as she didn't blind herself with it, of course.
With a cry, the mare lunged forward, delivering a flurry of blows to Death. The Forgemaster and her companions had already done a fair chunk of damage to him, all that was needed were a few more strong hits and he would be down. She could feel it in her gut that that was all that was needed for their success and for this trial to come to an end.
There was a solid crack as Cherith delivered a rather strong kick to the stallion with her hooves and she watched with baited breath as the stallion staggered. The fires in his eyes faded, the creature crumpled, and there was a deep release of air from the stallion's form as the life within it faded.
Cherith stood there, shocked and unnerved. She had never killed before. She was peaceful, upholding every aspect of being a diplomat that she could. Talking things over was everything she knew, and yet the mare had killed. Cherith had known that this was going to be the outcome going in to the battle, it had been cemented as the only way she and her compatriots were going to complete the Forgemaster's challenge once the battle had begun, and it still shook her to her very core.
Her stomach churned, her mouth dried. What a horrible feeling? How did the warriors she met get accustomed to this terrible sensation. The mare slowly backed up from the lifeless body, almost as if she were afraid her feet were going to give out from under her, and she shook her head a bit. There was nothing more she could have done, she reminded herself. Cherith looked out at the other mares, trying to ground herself and come to terms with what had come to pass. None of the others were shaken, they remained strong, steadfast, assured of themselves. At least, that was how it appeared to her.
"Cherith..." Chernobyl looked up to his bonded, the concern plain on his face. He carefully rubbed against her leg, trying to comfort her to the best of his ability. "It was the right thing to do." Chernobyl was, himself, a predator. He had killed many a time in order to provide himself with food. It was a different kind of killing, but it was natural to him. The fox could only imagine what his bonded, a herbivore through and through, was going through. The fox's brows knit and he did his best to try and ease Cherith out of her own head. It wasn't the place she should be after what they had all gone through.
"Come on, Cher, let's head back to the Forge. We could use some R and R after that. Then we can go back to travelling and seeing all the sights, meeting new people, the works!" He did his best to sound hopeful, cheerful, anything to break Cherith out of her daze. The fox relaxed a bit as his bonded finally looked at him.
Cherith swallowed thickly and did her best to return Chernobyl's smile. "Right... R and R." She raised her head to the other mares and inquired if they would want to head back to the Forge with her. "The more the merrier, right?"
The walk back to the Forge would give her plenty of time to reflect on what had happened and she would at least be in the presence of good company.
Damage dealt: 8, 4, 3 = 15
Death’s HP: 0/100
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2018 12:23 am
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Vanleote felt a little shaken by the time she got away from the thing they called Death. His breathing was labored, like the sound of someone breathing down your neck. His eyes were a terrible sight to behold, the lust for blood and power was constant.
The mare who had joined them dealt a swift and terrible to the stallion. For a moment it was as if everything slowed. He heaved a mighty breath and shuddered falling to the ground in a puff of dirt and leaves. It was over, the stallion dead in a heap. It felt strangely surreal to be apart of killing something in battle. Before now all the meat that she had used to cook had been killed by someone else and often already cut before she received it. She had killed fish before, but this was not he same. Nor was it like the few times she'd butchered the kills of others for choice cuts.
He was dead. But there was no sadness in her, no exhaustion but a kind of elation flooding her body. She believed they called it battle lust. Vanealote finally understood what other mares of the Flock had tried to explain before. There was a glory to the kill. It was as heady as the strongest ale. Every single inch of her seemed alive and thrumming even if some of her ached. There was also that carnal ache again. The feeling of living and lust.
The need to feel alive in other ways was overwhelming. Maybe she would go back to that Forgemaster and be frank about her intentions. If she did not, it would be some male from the Flock. The need, the longing was not going to dissipate until it was satisfied with a nice warm bed and a nice warm stallion to go with it. Perhaps some food.
She nodded to the other mare and to her sisters. "Yes, we'll go back to the Forgemaster togeher." She looked a each mare in turn and saw that there were no lasting injuries. Some bruising or cuts here or ther, but nothing to even remotely worry about.
She let her blood sing in her veins as she turned toward the Forgemaster.
Sungrass used his paws to softly comb the blood and gore from her hair. It would still require a washing later, but he was doing his best to make it as clean as possible for now. He hummed along as he went about his task. He was proud of her, of how well she fought and how though she did not have the experience she ha not backed down. It seemed, Vanealote was now a mare grown. Capable of battle and war as she had long been capable of cooking and handling stallions. He could not be more proud of her as they headed toward he Forgemaster.
There would be ale and laughter tonight. Perhaps some debauchary or flirting. They would likely stay a day or so to celebrate and claim their coin before going back home to the Flock.
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2018 6:04 am
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AstoriaFallen
AstoriaFallen
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2018 7:49 pm
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