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    The Hunter And The Hunted

    Post by Mortis on Sun Jan 29, 2017 3:42 pm

    Time:5:00 AM
    Date: January 17, 0007

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    The weather man had not been lying when they said snow was in the forecast for the week. It seemed that ever since Monday there was nothing but flurry after flurry. Thick cloud cover effectively smothered out most of the night sky that still lingered before the sun would begin to rise. Thick, powdery white covered the ground in a dense blanket, and sat heavily upon the branches of the tall pine trees.

    It also liked to settle on the arch of Samhain’s neck while she walked along, her rider perched on her back.  He too failed to spare himself from the dense flakes of snow that came to collect on his shoulders and along the brim of his wide hat. It was only by virtue of their constant movement that it failed to accumulate to the point where it bowed his back like the tree branches surrounding them.

    Heavy hooves pressed a patterned line of horse shoes as they ambled along, both rider and mount following a dense trail of cloven hoofprints that wound around the trees and through the snow-laden underbrush. The both of them had to be around an hour into tracking them, and whatever made them, from where they began near the edge of the woods. They were far too large and too deeply pressed into the snow to belong to a deer. Their path came to a pause around a barren oak tree, and the undead superfiend commanded his horse to come to a halt. In a swift, smooth motion, Mortis swung his leg over Samhain’s back and dismounted. Snow crunched beneath his feet, approaching the trunk as something about it stuck out to him. There was a large gash that dug into the side of it, fresh pale wood was exposed to the elements in wide chunks that ended in jagged slivers. A hefty amount of peeled bark and sheared strips of fresh wood on the ground right below where it had been defaced strongly suggested that they were not old wounds. Mortis raised a rotted palm to rest on the side of the trunk, inspecting the wound. If the size and depth of the footprints were not enough to give an approximate estimation of the beasts’ size, these gashes were laid into the trunk around the lofty height of Mortis’ collarbone and were as wide as his shoulders.

    This was fourth tree they had come across that had been ripped apart. By now the possibility that it may be a territory marker and not a means of simply sharpening its natural weaponry was not so far fetched. But, this was old information.

    ”Ssssss...” The ghoul removed his talons from the rent trunk, his hissing sounded more akin to a disappointed sigh.

    Once again, whatever passed by had not left enough of a psychic imprint for him to investigate. There was no potent emotion behind its rubbing, nothing that could glean him an insight into its memories of the moment. Thus, there was no way to discern where they intended to go aside from footprints, and no way to know what exactly he was tracking.

    He only knew they were cloven hoofed, large, territorial, and moved in groups.

    But the undead’s struggle was not involuntary, nor was it unwelcome. The undead had grown used to being able to simply track the living with his mind, following their heartbeats and thoughts. It was easy to simply scan the land and pick a single specimen from the masses to effortlessly track and slaughter via his supernatural prowess. In fact, it was too easy. How many times could Mortis keep mentally tracking a bear or deer before it became dull, listening and reading as their primitive brains grunted out simple needs and even simpler intentions:

    “Pee on the tree,”

    “Sniff this rock,”

    “Forage for roots,”

    “Go to the den.”

    Oh, and there was the ever popular ”Mate.”

    For a moment, Mortis was grateful that he was out here in the dead of winter instead of a highly prolific Spring or Autumn.

    After a while it grew so repetitive that the undead found it was less work to simply predict what they were going to do next instead. It often yielded the same results.

    Tracking footprints, inspecting the physical marks that were left behind by his quarry, however, was beginning to feel much more rewarding. There was a certain challenge that he never gained from simply scanning the area or eavesdropping from the back of a simple animal’s mind. His hunts were given a certain sense of mystery and suspense that they otherwise lacked should he oversaturate it with his supernatural talents. In short, they were fun.

    Empty eye sockets glanced down at the chips of broken bark, and the undead knelt to pluck one out of the snow to inspect. Its texture was dark and rough, and aside from the broken edges, perhaps one would not think there would much to glean from the brittle scrap. But, there was less snow on it than the last few trees they had come across. It had not been laying here for very long.

    The both of them were catching up with the group.

    Mortis turned to Samhain,  who had preoccupied herself with the budding icicles that had begun to form on some of the lower branches. Her large teeth nipped and crunched them off the ends of the twigs, before she flipped them back into her mouth. Evidently the mare was savoring the sound they made when she chewed upon them.

    ”We are getting clossse.” He rasped to the mare, pleased with his find.

    She turned her partially decayed head towards him, an infant icicle dangling from between her teeth. A single ear pricked attentively in his direction. She did not have to relay anything to him to know that she was excited with the news as well. Samhain chomped on the small sliver of ice and snorted, wiggling her jaw around to rid herself of the tiny crystalline fragments.

    As he stepped through the snow over to her, his hand clenched around the fragment of bark. Immediately it withered to a putrid black and turned to dust in his grip, falling through his fingers and onto the thick blanket of snow. Patting his hands clean of the debris, he slid a foot into one of the stirrups and grasped the sides of Samhain’s saddle, before hopping up to reclaim his seat.

    How far are we from them?

    Samhain turned her head and looked back at her rider inquisitively, the stump that remained of her other ear twitched in his direction.

    ”We mussst be less than an hour away.” He replied, empty sockets looking down from his lofty perch to see the dense pattern of hoof prints. ”We will find them ssssoon enough, they are not moving very quickly.”

    A mental command urged her forward, and they resumed their trek through the woods. The superfiend allowed her reins to lay slack on the saddle, trusting her to keep following the trail without his input. She was eager enough to meet whatever they were following that likely nothing would break her concentration away from helping her Master track. Swaying slightly in the saddle with her movements, Mortis reached back to the rifle bucket at his side, his shotgun sitting loaded and at the ready. Rotten fingers reached around and pulled the weapon from its holster and brought it to rest across his lap.

    The promise of being able to finally meet what they were tracking within the hour motivated his undead steed to hasten her gait. After a few moments of walking, her eagerness impulsively swiftened her hooves into a trot.

    It was then that Mortis gave a curt tug on the reins, and a wave of soothing thought to ease her impatience.

    ”Easssy, Sssamhain. Easssy. We do not want them to know we are coming.” He hissed softly.

    Samhain seemed less than enthused with being told to hold back. Her single ear flicked back and a low puff blew coarsely from her mummified nostrils. For the mare’s logic, if they moved a little bit faster, they could simply cut them off and end this game of following hoof prints and inspecting every shredded tree trunk they came across.

    Even in the dark of pre-twilight, the snow glittered and glistened. Enough moonlight managed to penetrate through the cloud cover to reflect off of it, the sheep skull headed undead reasoned. Not that he needed it, Mortis’ supernatural senses made night look like day, and betrayed most efforts made by the living to hide themselves from his sight. In populated enough regions, the sounds of beating hearts were a constant drum in his ears, and the stink of life plugged his senses like a foul odor dulled one’s sense of smell and clung bitterly to the tongue. The duo trekked on, and on, and as they kept following the hoof prints, the ghoul swore he could almost taste the vitality of their quarry.

    Below, the trail was getting fresher with every minute that passed by. They were no longer dealing with a dense patterning of prints that were already being filled in with the falling snow. These tracks were new; packed snow had been shoved to the bottom and kicked up with the group’s movements. Curiously Samhain leaned her head down to inspect them while she walked, her wide nostrils openings puffing chilled air as she sniffed. Though she lacked a true sense of smell in the way that living creature could, Samhain could detect an amount of psychic residue through her own supernatural being.

    It did not take long for her to report her findings.

    These smell new, very new.

    The mare picked her head up, and flicked an ear back to her Master. She would await his call to race ahead and hamstring the group, should he -hopefully- decide it acceptable.


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    Re: The Hunter And The Hunted

    Post by Universal NPC on Sun Jan 29, 2017 3:43 pm

    Wind whistled through the trees around both hunter and steed, rustling the branches and knocking the snow from their fragrant green needles. Every few moments, the howling wind would be interrupted with a loud hiss and a plop of snow falling from one of the wide, lower branches. Ice that had accumulated on the denser boughs creaked and crackled with the breeze, as the snow continued to fall steadily down upon them both.

    But, there was more than just the sheep-skulled undead who was stalking the forest in the hours before dawn. Something kept out of sight, and out of the perception of the two hunters. It took advantage of the wind to hide its movements, and let the falling snow obscure its body.

    Icy limbs shook, and another heavy coat of snow fell to the ground with a muffled crunch. Perhaps it was the wind, or maybe it was something far more sinister.




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    Re: The Hunter And The Hunted

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    Re: The Hunter And The Hunted

    Post by Mortis on Sun Jan 29, 2017 5:16 pm

    For much of their time spent tracking their slow-moving game, the trek had been quiet and fairly peaceful aside from the occasional impatient huff from Samhain. The only sounds between them were the sigh of the wind through the trees, Samhain’s powerful hooves thumping and crunching the powdery snow beneath her, and the creaking of barren, icy branches as they swayed under its ministrations. Mortis could hear the soft thud of snow as it dislodged from disturbed branches, but otherwise thought nothing of it, or the other natural sounds that filled his senses.

    Not only was it silly to swivel his head in the direction of every innocent little sound he heard, but he was far too interested in catching up to his quarry to pay it much mind.

    Or at least, he was, until he heard movement behind them. Something loud thudded to the ground, but he refused to believe it was snow. His senses tickled at the back of his mind, what would otherwise be another harmless noise in the woods became a definite clue that they were not alone. Mortis could sense the presence of something following them, watching them from afar. It was a presence that did not feel docile, like a passing deer or some sort of curious critter that refused to hibernate through the dead cold. This thing was deliberate, keen. Its mind held the sharp focus of a predator on the hunt.

    Although, what could possibly find a decaying horse and equally decayed rider all that appetizing was lost to Mortis. His aura and wretched stink alone should have made any prowling carnivore think twice regardless of the lack of sunlight.

    ”Ssss...” The undead remained still in his seat, acting as if he was still merely following the trail.

    Under him, Samhain flicked an ear back in his direction once more, she was aware of the same thing her rider had picked up. She found it odd that Mortis was staying so still, but knew better than to act on their mystery follower without his approval. The mare could sense the gears turning in Mortis’ head, he had a plan in mind.

    What are you thinking, Master?

    The undead remained quiet, his head swiveling to the trail of hoof prints and then off to the side like he had seen some sort of interesting object in the snow. He replied, but his skeletal jaws remained shut. If this thing that was stalking them was intelligent, he did not need it catching on that they knew it was around. His grip firmed around the shotgun in his hands, two fingers looped around its triggers.

    We keep moving at our current pace, I will flusssh it out and then we will determine if it isss a threat.

    The horse understood, keeping her pace as she dutifully followed the cloven hoof prints.

    While she walked, Mortis focused on the forest immediately surrounding them. He blotted out the whisper of wind, and the hiss of snow as it fell heavily from the dark sky. Psychic tendrils spread in searching unseen fingers, slithering and snaking towards their pursuer.  They snatched like hooks into the being’s psyche, and forced it to forfeit its body from its will. Mortis’ psychic talents lasted only a moment, but its effects possibly lasted much longer, as he manipulated the stalker to abandon its hiding spot and reveal itself to him.




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    Power: Domination; Flip 2 coins:
    x1 HIT: weak domination for one turn, opponent may flip a coin to break control.
    x2 HIT: Strong domination, opponent is under Mortis’ complete control for one turn.

    10 AP, 5 turn cooldown

    Weapon: None
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    Cooldown: Domination, 5 turns
    Target: Mystery Stalker

    Action: Dominating the thing stalking them into showing itself


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    Re: The Hunter And The Hunted

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    Re: The Hunter And The Hunted

    Post by Universal NPC on Sun Jan 29, 2017 5:44 pm

    Mortis would find that a predatory mindset was not all that their mysterious follower possessed. It’s mind, the moment it had been touched and that much information had been gleaned, suddenly became elusive. It weaseled its way from Mortis’ perception this way and that in a way that was oddly familiar.

    But, his attempt to prod the being’s mind did manage to betray where it was. What brief look into its thoughts revealed, was that it was above him. It was following him from the trees, carefully balancing itself among the snow laden branches and crawling from bough to bough. When it noticed that the one it was following had noticed it, the creature froze, haphazardly clinging to the tree branch it had positioned itself upon mid-prowl with black, ugly claws.

    Fortunately enough, its own mental evasion managed to work well enough in its favor that the attempt to flush it out of its perch had been shaken off entirely. The only mind it managed to grapple onto, was an unsuspecting songbird, which seemingly was rudely evicted from its perch by its own talons as they suddenly released from the twig it was sleeping on. The poor victim fluttered in a panic and gave a distressed peep before swiftly flying into the dark in search of another tree.

    It had been lucky once, but it knew that it would not be so lucky again. Knowing better than to try and return to hiding after being found out, The being leaped from tree to tree overhead in a blur. Lanky limbs resembled barren tree branches in the severity of their emaciation, and taught white flesh stretched over heaving ribs that pushed against them to the point where it looked like they would rip through the thing layer of papery skin.

    Through the dark, the creature had locked onto its target from above, leaping from one barren looking maple to a bushy pine, bouncing off of it to rush claws first into the undead superfiend’s chest from above. The only hint that Mortis would get regarding his attacker’s identity as he met him head on, was a single sickly eye that glared in the dark.

    ”SSSSSS!”




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    Re: The Hunter And The Hunted

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    Re: The Hunter And The Hunted

    Post by Mortis on Sun Jan 29, 2017 6:27 pm

    It was in the trees.

    The thing that was following them had not been stalking them from the ground, but from above. The undead relayed his discovery to Samhain, just in time to feel the thing suddenly pull away from his psychic supervision. It weaved this way and that, keeping out of reach of his abilities. Somehow, the being was oddly... Familiar.

    He had fought something like this before.

    The distraction was enough to throw off his attempt at flushing the stalking predator out, and instead he managed  to only disturb a sleeping bird. He silently cursed himself as the tiny fluttering creature panicked and flew off in a frenzy of tiny flapping wings. Mortis had missed his mark, and their stalker was on the move.

    He could hear it as it leaped from tree to tree, far faster than any simple beast. Under him he could sense Samhain becoming restless, her head on a swivel and her gait came to a stop. She joined her master in attempting to follow the being as it went from tree to tree. But even with their own blessings of the grave, their adversary was damn fast. In the time it took for Mortis to raise his gun to fire, it had already bounced between two trees and came screaming down into his chest.

    That fuzzy sense of familiarity immediately chilled into recognition as he caught a glimpse of its face. But a glimpse was all he needed to know that he had seen this thing before. He had killed it before. The fact that it had somehow came back from the dead was a little more surprising than it should have been.

    In that same parting glimpse, one of the wendigo's claws collided with his chest, and sent him tumbling off his horse. Mortis' emaciated form thudded onto the snowy ground, and despite the dense layer of snow that was steadily accumulating as the flurry went on, there was little that could cushion anyone from falling off the back of an eight foot tall animal. His rigor-grip remained firm upon his shotgun, refusing to let it be knocked out of his hands from the impact.

    "Sssamhain! Get him!" He barked from where he laid in the snow, though part of him figured that no command was necessary to encourage his steed to help.

    The thought to question the what, how, and why of his attacker's return was the furthest thing from his thoughts as he recovered from the fall. Quickly he jumped to his feet with a crackle of rotten joints and ancient bone, leveled the weapon in the Wendigo's direction and fired both barrels into the being's emaciated body with a resounding thunder of gunfire.




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    Weapon:Ashleen Personal Security (firearm): 1c/2d 3 AP per shot
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    Cooldown: Domination, 4 turns
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    Action: Knocking two lead slugs into the Wendigo.


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    Re: The Hunter And The Hunted

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    Re: The Hunter And The Hunted

    Post by Universal NPC on Sun Jan 29, 2017 6:56 pm

    A startled whinny erupted from the undead mare’s decayed mouth as The Thing snapped out of the trees and came screaming down into her Master’s chest. Her front hooves stomped in surprise as he was knocked out of her saddle, and Samhain’s large, long face swiveled in the direction of where she thought it may have run off to. Snow danced under her feet as she stepped around the fallen sheep-skull headed undead, icy breath blowing harshly from her nostrils in rough puffs.

    She too knew what her Master had seen in the trees. She had personally helped in stomping it to death not a week or so earlier. Samhain did not like that it came back from being dead, to her everything that she killed should stay killed. She was a master of killing the things! Why did this particular one think that it could decide otherwise?

    Her single ear pinned to the back of her neck as she tracked it. She may have been looking forward to helping her master hunt down the big hoofed ‘game’, but she would settle for killing The Thing again. Especially since it dared to attack her Master.

    ”Sssamhain! Get him!”

    Her master’s voice registered in her senses, but she was already well ahead of his command. As he got to his feet, she raced ahead towards where the wendigo landed, her spiked horse shoes churning the snow with each lunging stroke of her gallop. The undead mare’s lips curled to better expose her already visible toothy grin. Alongside the roar of gunfire, Samhain kicked her front hooves up to stomp The Thing into the ground.

    Again.




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    Re: The Hunter And The Hunted

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    Re: The Hunter And The Hunted

    Post by Universal NPC on Thu Feb 02, 2017 2:12 pm

    Icy claws found purchase upon thick dark cloth, and in one fell motion the sheep-skull headed rider had been forcibly dismounted from his steed. It heard the horse scream in its ears, evidently the undead beast had been caught off guard with its assault as well. Its momentum carried the wendigo into the snow, where it blew a crater into the frozen powder from its landing. It barely took a moment to consider its work, before the entity leaped away from the fallen undead superfiend. The wendigo’s spindly limbs carried it over the snow on all fours, before skidding sideways to a halt. Behind the corpse-like creature, the forest sprawled, tinted a dark blue with the night’s final, nigh impenetrably dark final hour.

    But, it did not run.

    Its single eye glared balefully through the falling snow, first to Mortis, then to his horse. It too had noticed the way that Mortis had looked at it, though it could not discern much emotion from his skeletal face, it knew the reason why he hesitated. Frozen, icy limbs creaked and crackled as it stood up from its feral looking posture to its full towering height. For a moment its predatory expression softened, and the ragged remains of its lips cracked and split as they were pulled into a smile.

    ”Mortis, “ It began; the name of its enemy was spoken with a faux sweetness. ”You seem so surprised to see me. Do not tell me you thought that you had actually managed to kill me... Did you?”

    Its smile fell as it heard him yell out that accursed steed’s name, intending to sic the animal upon it. All the while, Mortis had rolled and moved to stand, his shotgun in hand and the desire to fire the weapon clear upon the living corpse’s movements. A single sickly eye flicked between him and the horse that was now barreling towards it, and the wendigo deemed it best to make ample distance from the both of them.

    Snow spat from beneath its heels as it turned and ran. No matter how wide its strides were, it could hear the thunder of the horse’s hooves become steadily- rapidly closer. It could hear the undead horse’s icy breath at the nape of its neck, and the snap of gunfire that immideatly came to join it. Heavy lead slugs knocked holes into the trees, and ripped ragged scars across the bark of others. Yet, while it was able to dodge the superfiend’s bullets, no matter which way it turned, the rough heaving of the mare’s puffs and the drumming of her hooves pounding against the snowy earth refused to abate.

    One wrong dash, a slip of its footing upon the snow, was all it took for a powerful, iron-shod hoof to punch into its ribs. The impact knocked it out of its sprint; the icy, blood hungry spirit shrieked as its newly re-grown armor cracked and shattered like thin ice. Three round puncture marks that followed the curve of Samhain’s hoof sat in the center of a dense web of cracks in the wendigo’s glassy second skin, bleeding.

    Its single eye stared wide and crazed as its whipped itself around from where it had been knocked to the ground, and unleashed a horrifying yell at Mortis’ steed.

    HWWWOOOOOAAAAAARRRRR!

    The wendigo’s shout was a formidable wall of sound that rattled in one’s head and turned their limbs to useless dead weight. It shook the trees, and startled the forest’s sleeping denizens into a panic of startled cries and flapping unseen wings.




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    Re: The Hunter And The Hunted

    Post by Mortis on Thu Feb 02, 2017 3:05 pm

    It spoke, and a familiar, chilly voice reached his senses. Mortis could see the wendigo’s smile, how its face cracked and bled with the expression. Its presence had been familiar for a reason, and now that it spoke, the undead superfiend knew exactly why.

    This entity was the same one he had killed a week ago. Or at least, he thought he had killed it. A wendigo, apparently, was far more resilient to death’s embrace than he had believed prior. From the way the wendigo seemed to flaunt that little talent it possessed,  the superfiend was beginning to find it safe to assume that this creature was going to be annoyingly persistent.

    ”Ssssss... And what makesss you think I will not try again?” The ghoul’s fingers flexed around his shotgun.

    Bullets ripped through the air, and lead split in pops and whistles against the wood- but there was no sweet wet ripping of his slugs piercing flesh, or the howl of his adversary’s pain.  It was moving around so quickly that it managed to stray out of the path of his shots, but thankfully it was not quick enough to shake Samhain off its retreating form. Mortis stood, his clawed feet sloughing through the deep snow as he took off after them, gun in hand.

    He reached down with a free hand and flipped open one of his belt pouches, retrieving a few spare lead slugs from its confines. The other snapped open the back of the twin barrels, dumping the spent shells with a brisk shake before folding it over his arm and reloading mid jog.

    As he closed up the firearm once again, the thunder of hooves immediately ceased with a loud crack of what the undead assumed to be breaking bone, and a pained shriek split the air.

    ”Atta girl, Sssamhain.” Mortis approved under his breath as he caught up.

    His path wove itself between the trees, following the mare’s thoughts like a psychic beacon. She had managed to knock a hoof through the wendigo’s icy skin, and peirce its ribcage. Perfect, he thought; that already would make things easier. Remembering the events of the last time they had tried to kill it, perhaps the wendigo would think to run away after realizing it had been wounded. Just like last time.

    But, as a harrowing howl shook the trees and startled the sleeping forest animals from their slumber, the undead quickly rethought that notion. Across the mental link he shared with his living carcass of a steed, he noticed that the wendigo’s yell had been a forceful wall of sound. Though it was powerful, it had not been enough to knock his mare off of her feet completely.

    Keep going, Sssamhain. We know from lassst time how eassy thisss one isss to kill.

    His encouragement given, Mortis managed to catch a glimpse of Samhain’s dark flank through the trees, and the wounded wendigo before her.

    Mortis held his shotgun aloft in one hand, stepping between the trees to a clear line of sight. Though the wendigo blended it well with the snow, its presence was far too loud, too potent to be lost among the other vital signatures that were fleeing in a panic through the woods. He leveled the barrels to the wendigo’s chest, and hot lead erupted with a sharp roar from both barrels with a squeeze of their triggers.




    Mortis
    DP: 65/56
    HP: 650/650
    AP: 120/98 -6AP

    Power: None
    Weapon:Ashleen Personal Security (firearm): 1c/2d 3 AP per shot
    Trinket: None
    Cooldown: Domination, 3 turns
    Target: Wendigo

    Action: Shooting the wendigo in the chest
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    Re: The Hunter And The Hunted

    Post by System on Thu Feb 02, 2017 3:05 pm

    The member 'Mortis' has done the following action : Dice Rolls


    #1 'Coin Flip' :


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    #2 'Attack/Heal (56-60)' : 22, 29, 3, 21

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