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[Success: 9, Roll: 80] You make a quick stabbing motion at a gladiator with your iron dagger! Critical Hit! You puncture a gladiator's left shoulder, severing muscle.
<enter description here> His left shoulder is ripped open. His right shoulder is slashed open. His right arm is badly scratched. A gladiator's left shoulder bleeds freely. I was amazed when I saw this. It has been about four or five years since I have landed a critical hit like that. I had lost faith in Dexterity and the crit system, now it is alive and well!
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#3782
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Crit Fail
[Success: 72, Roll: 1] Your attempt at balancing a matte black knife with a sharp edge is so wretched that you end up dropping it and cutting your hand in the process! l me His right hand is badly mutilated. Crit Win! [Success: 5, Roll: 51] You slash horizontally at a thug with the tip of your retalq dagger. Critical Hit! Deep gash to the chin dribbles blood. |
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#3783
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[Success: 5, Roll: 99] You jab at a brute with a swift punch using your bronze cestus! Critical Hit! For a instant, a brute freezes when your bronze cestus pricks his shoulder.
You are no longer busy. [Success: 5, Roll: 94] Arm extended, you pivot backwards on one foot, your bronze cestus arcing a vicious slash across a brute! Critical Hit! The attack cuts deep into a brute's shoulder, resulting in a small spray of blood! You say, "That's going to hurt" A brute has left a vast high defensive opening. A brute winces in great pain, almost doubling over to cradle his arm. |
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#3784
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[Success: 5, Roll: 95] You dip your lead hand and throw a quick uppercut at a gladiator with your bronze cestus! Critical Hit! A sliver of bone is exposed as bronze cestus crunches into a gladiator's hand.
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#3785
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A brigand with a weather-beaten face is stunned.
[Success: 5, Roll: 94] You dip your lead hand and throw a quick uppercut at a brigand with a weather-beaten face with your bronze cestus! Critical Hit! Hard stab to the chest begins to bleed. |
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#3786
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[Success: 5, Roll: 93] You bring down your retalq axe in a chopping motion aimed at a bare-chested bandit with many scars! Critical Hit! The tip of Onyxum's retalq axe is streaked with blood after a clean stroke to a bare-chested bandit with many scars's torso!
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#3787
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[Success: 5, Roll: 89] Stepping slightly to the side, you bring your black quarterstave down in a forward spin and unleash several rapid strikes aimed at a brute! He suffers a bruise to his left shoulder. Critical Hit! The strike comes down hard on the point where the collarbone and the shoulder joint connect, resulting in a loud CRACK!
A brute falls unconscious.
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Tale says to you, "I find code that does something similar to what I want, cut it into pieces, bastardize it, mix it with other bits I've bastardized, and force it to do what I want." Slyteavisius says to Canadadry, "Did someone beat you while explaining how the Beatles were too emo for them or something?" Rupert1 cheats, "Jeans are too loud. Nothing says stealth like light white cotton and sunflowers." "They pay me in cookies... ...but I have to code them myself." - Tale |
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#3788
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A heavily tattooed bandit is stunned.
[Success: 5, Roll: 86] You bring your arm forward, back and forward again, lashing your scale whip across a heavily tattooed bandit viciously! Critical Hit! You hear a slick cutting sound as your scale whip opens up a minor wound on a heavily tattooed bandit's shoulder. A heavily tattooed bandit's ears clang and he stumbles dizzily as your blow to his head strikes true. A heavily tattooed bandit stumbles when a painful gash is opened up on his scalp. |
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#3789
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The rogue watches your movements.
[Success: 33, Roll: 99] With a fluid motion, you bring your Altene double mace in a downward sweeping arc aimed at a rogue's legs, knocking him down! Continuing the spinning motion, you then bring around the opposite end of the weapon to strike! Critical Hit! Shocking bash to the face. You hear a breaking sound! Should not have been watching so closely!
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#3790
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[Success: 5, Roll: 71] You rush toward a wild boar with your boison-tipped spear leveled. The charge connects! Critical Hit! Painful jab to the right hind leg. Blood flows!
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"Still, I rise." Quote:
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#3791
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[Success: 5, Roll: 66] Bashing downwards with your black quarterstave, you strike at a thug then step forward quickly to release a side strike before spinning completely around for yet another! He suffers a bruise to his right hand. He suffers a bruise to his neck. Critical Hit! a thug's heart palpitates quickly after almost being crushed by black quarterstave.
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Tale says to you, "I find code that does something similar to what I want, cut it into pieces, bastardize it, mix it with other bits I've bastardized, and force it to do what I want." Slyteavisius says to Canadadry, "Did someone beat you while explaining how the Beatles were too emo for them or something?" Rupert1 cheats, "Jeans are too loud. Nothing says stealth like light white cotton and sunflowers." "They pay me in cookies... ...but I have to code them myself." - Tale |
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#3792
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[Success: 5, Roll: 98] Stepping slightly to the side, you bring your black quarterstave down in a forward spin and unleash several rapid strikes aimed at a thug! Critical Hit! Your strike hammers a thug's arm, snapping it like a twig! Poor hit. No additional damage. He suffers a bruise to his left arm.
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Tale says to you, "I find code that does something similar to what I want, cut it into pieces, bastardize it, mix it with other bits I've bastardized, and force it to do what I want." Slyteavisius says to Canadadry, "Did someone beat you while explaining how the Beatles were too emo for them or something?" Rupert1 cheats, "Jeans are too loud. Nothing says stealth like light white cotton and sunflowers." "They pay me in cookies... ...but I have to code them myself." - Tale |
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#3793
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[Success: 5, Roll: 71] Stepping slightly to the side, you bring your oak fangstave down in a forward spin and unleash several rapid strikes aimed at a brute! He suffers a shallow cut to his neck. He suffers a shallow cut to his right arm. Critical Hit! Slash to a brute's face, comes dangerously close to relieving him of an eye.
[Success: 5, Roll: 76] With a quick forward rotation, you bring the end of oak fangstave down and strike at a thug! Critical Hit! Deftly, you slice the thigh of a thug, Drops of blood mark the ground. [Success: 20, Roll: 71] With oak fangstave held at the horizontal, you let loose a quick side strike at a thug! Critical Hit! A sharp slash with your oak fangstave to a thug's waist leaves him nursing a bloody wound. [Success: 5, Roll: 90] Without stopping your oak fangstave's spinning motion, you chop down at a thug, and hit! Critical Hit! oak fangstave connects solidly with a thug's cheekbone, dazing him and these two were back to back [Success: 5, Roll: 91] Bashing downwards with your oak fangstave, you strike at a thug then step forward quickly to release a side strike before spinning completely around for yet another! Critical Hit! Your slash is anticipated, and a thug escapes with only a slight wound. The oak fangstave tears a wound into a thug's forearm, taking some flesh with it! a thug suffers a deep gash to his forehead, blood burning in his eyes. [Success: 5, Roll: 78] Stepping slightly to the side, you bring your oak fangstave down in a forward spin and unleash several rapid strikes aimed at a thug! Critical Hit! A bloody curve is slashed through several of a thug's fingers, nearly losing him one of them. Slash splits the eyebrow, shading a thug's iris with a bloody hue. He suffers a shallow cut to his right arm.
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Tale says to you, "I find code that does something similar to what I want, cut it into pieces, bastardize it, mix it with other bits I've bastardized, and force it to do what I want." Slyteavisius says to Canadadry, "Did someone beat you while explaining how the Beatles were too emo for them or something?" Rupert1 cheats, "Jeans are too loud. Nothing says stealth like light white cotton and sunflowers." "They pay me in cookies... ...but I have to code them myself." - Tale |
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#3794
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[Success: 5, Roll: 92] You jab at a thug with a swift punch using your bronze cestus! Critical Hit! Blood flows freely as the bronze cestus tears open a new flesh wound!
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#3795
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[Success: 7, Roll: 74] Tilting your towering oval shield on a vertical axis, you make a sudden stab at a gladiator with your retalq gladius! Critical Hit! A solid strike embeds the tip of retalq gladius in a gladiator's chest! It exits with the sickening sound of sundered flesh.
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