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You bring down your iron gladius in a chopping motion aimed at a brute! Critical hit! A brute is left with a bad scratch over his eyebrow, trickling blood obscuring his eyesight.
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This one was funny but there was more to what happened. Just like any other mechanic, Me and Adro have to test it out to see how it works. When they make new mechanics we like to keep up to date so we know what we can do if we need to do it I reckon. Well this is how it went:
First we were testing the new uncover mechanic. Adro asks me: Adroytus asks you, "So you can aim for the face and open the plate, too?" You shake your head at Adroytus. You say to Adroytus, "Only masks. It don't work for Faceplates and Hoods." Adroytus says to you, "Well let's try it, I want to see if it works." You mutter to yourself. You say to Adroytus, "Don't break my nose." You ponder. You pull the visor of a grayish helmet with a faceplate crafted into the visage of a ominious bul closed. You nod to Adroytus. Adroytus wields a black quarterstave inboth hands. You cringe. [Success: 7 Roll: 18] Using the center of black quaterstave as a fulcrum, Adroytus swats at you with one end of the weapon! Your grayish helmet with a faceplate crafted into the visage of an ominous bull absorbs the impact of the blow. [Success: 17 Roll: 28] Using the center of black quaterstave as a fulcrum, Adroytus swats at you with one end of the weapon! Your grayish helmet with a faceplate crafted into the visage of an ominous bull absorbs the impact of the blow. You consider. You say to Adroytus, "It's not gonna work." You shrug. Combat mode changed to berserk! [Success: 5 Roll: 94] With a quick forward rotation, Adroytus brings the end of black quarterstave down and strikes at you! Critical Hit! Strong hit to the side of the mouth causes a man in a grayish helmet with a faceplate crafted into the visage of an ominous bull to spit out blood! You are no longer busy. You can't do that while you are stunned. Adroytus considers. You are no longer stunned. You babble. You say to Adroytus, "I told you it wasn't going to work." You ask Adroytus, "My turn now?" Adroytus nods to you. You grin.
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Hehe.
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Nothing wrong with a little flair in your sword. Nothing real great but not something you can't just skim over.
Just a classic, Triple Threat. Sword, Nelsor and Avros: A rogue is stunned. [Success:11, Roll: 87] You bring down your retalq gladius in a chopping motion aimed at a rogue! Critical Hit! A rogue winces as his elbow is smashed by your strike. You snicker. You are in the middle of something. You are no longer busy. [Success: 5, Roll: 56] You extend both arms outwards, whirling your retalq gladius about as your entire body spins, and cut a vicious slash accross a rogue. He suffers a deep cut to the head. The force of your blow knocks a rogue down! A rogue is no longer stunned. You are no longer busy. A splintering wooden shield is destroyed. [Success: 5, Roll:72] Extending your retalq gladius in one arm, you steadily step sideways towards a rogue, unleashing several rapid jabs in a quick succession! He suffers a puncture to his right thigh. Critical Hit! Firm thrust to the right thigh. The attack strikes the splinterin wooden shield! He suffers a puncture to his left thigh. You roar. You are no longer busy. Blood trickles from a rogue's left arm. |
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*whistles* That's pretty mean. I like it.
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Very nice. That's a gladsmans dream combo.
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mimic:
[Success: 5, Roll: 78] You slash at a thug with your boison dagger. Critical Hit! A thug leans back just before your slash reaches him. [Success: 5, Roll: 58] You jab at a thug with the tip of your boison dagger. Critical Hit! You boison dagger <lunges?> into a thug's wrist, severing the nerves and sinew. You nod to yourself. *walks away*
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It's pierces, Telvanni.
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[Success: 5, Roll: 45]You take a step back. You grip your blade tightly and begin a spinning motion, slashing at a thug. You successfully twirl your entire body, striking twice! Critical Hit! In wide-eyed desperation, a thug gulps for air when you penetrate his ribs with a boisin dagger. Clean slash to a thug's neck severs an artery and sprays you with blood!
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Nice one, Husiden. Does this mean you're back?
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Heh, I like that one. Especially the low roll it took too.
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That's just pure Dex there.
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[Success: 25, Roll: 90] You make a quick stabbing motion at a rogue with our retalq gladius! Critical Hit! Shot though a rogue's eye, and that's that!
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