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its me debz rolled 1 20-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-20)
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Smerdle rolled 1 20-sided dice:
17
Total: 17 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 7:10 am
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Smerdle rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 2
Total: 6 (2-12)
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 8
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Smerdle rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 2
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 12:58 pm
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It was an unexpectedly wonderful feeling, receiving praise from this strange undead. Rojo remained unsure of where he was, but he was certain that everything would turn out all right as long as he had this skeletal gentleman to look out for—
His own hand had curled into a fist on its way back to him, and he let out an oof of surprise as it punched him soundly in the ribs and splatted into a nearby meatball. Taking a step back as he gathered himself, he reached over and reattached his hand, only noticing there was something in his fist once it was a part of him again. The moth might have been a little dazed, but no worse for wear really. Still, he brought the shadowy insect behind his back before opening the cage of his fingers completely to free it, not wanting his new friend to see.
"You are very strong! I dream I will one day be tall and strong too, but I have been told that I will probably only be medium-sized and loud. I am Rojo, Master of Public Relations." He had tried out a number of variations on his title in the weeks since it had been bestowed, but this one was new. He liked it a lot.
"Master, o ho! Good, good," he whispered under his breath, dipping his greasy hand into his pocket in search of a pen but finding nothing. Oh, well.
HP: 23 Damage: 1
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
7, 1
Total: 8 (2-16)
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Smerdle rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 5
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 3:46 pm
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"Mostly everyone says so," he admitted. "And they don't give me very many reasons for anything." He shrugged, opening his jaw in a grin as the horseman reached for him. Back home, pinches were more commonly reserved for creatures with skin, but that only made him covet them even more.
"I don't mind being loud. Everyone can't help but listen, and it helps me relate to the public, which is what I do! I could live with being small forever too. It would be nice to be strong someday, though." He was on okay terms with the bully who had plagued his youth these days, but Rojo firmly believed that he could have saved his younger self a lot of grief had he been able to punch Chio in his bony, fat head.
He paused, first crossing his arms, then placing his hands on his hips, clasping them behind him, and finally swinging them at his sides as he rocked back and forth.
"What is a sage?"
HP: 21 Damage: 0
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
8, 8
Total: 16 (2-16)
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Smerdle rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2014 7:20 am
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
4, 5
Total: 9 (2-16)
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 4:55 pm
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Crazy is as crazy does, Rojo. Which just meant that Lurks was, indeed, absolutely off his ******** rocker. Rojo's hand would meet a bit of flesh, on the side that had it. Sort of gaunt and pulled tight, but there. After the skeleton's answer, Lurks let him down none too gently, and jumped a little.
"Better!" he barked, clapping his bony hands together, because between the two of them, there was more bone and smiles than anything else. "Yes, yes it might be. What do you make people listen to? Do you tell them about your family, or something else? Tell me!"
Lurks plopped down in front of Rojo, expecting a story.
hp// 37 dmg// 3
smerdle no rush, dragon age has me by the balls too >.>
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Smerdle rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 4
Total: 6 (2-12)
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its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 8
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2014 1:09 am
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Of course. Why had Lurks not thought of such wondrous things?
"I want," he said, very slowly and excitedly, with ever growing eyes, "THAT!" In fact, the Famine wanted all of those things for himself. Presents in huge number and variety, all for him. Confetti and celebration, for his arrival. A ball pit, so that he might play in it. A new invention, but he had wandered into a shut down Mac-Don place, and they still had some left that he had entertained himself with. And fighting.
He was not sure what a robot was, but if it fought, then Lurks was interested.
"I WANT ALL OF THAT!"
And then he drop kicked Rojo in his utter excitement, because of course he did.
hp// 37 dmg// 7
xsmerdle bull is my murder boyfriend *___*
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