After the failures of the first Sornieth World Tournament, clan SemperVictor took it upon themselves as a collective group to prepare themselves for the next one. They knew they went into the event unprepared, their collective candidates nearly untrained and entirely uncoordinated. This time would be different.
Three nests were chosen, each set to hatch one after the other, the candidates would be chosen from among these hatchlings and raised together as family. They would not be unprepared, either, from the moment they were old enough to move around on their own, they were under the close supervision of Charon, Mars and Diablos; the clan's best fighters, to ensure that they would be trained to suit their natural talents.
As they grew older, the team's order and hierarchy quickly fell into place.
Vanguard, the middle child, quickly took up a leadership role. He was the most physically resilient of the trio and able to stand up to foes head-on, earning his name for his tendency to charge into battle head first and make the first strike, all while holding the foes' attention to cover for his comrades. This fierce confidence would put him at the most risk, but his training focused most on being able to take a hit.
The youngest of the three, Miranda, was much more shy and prone to taking flight. This made her an excellent hit and run attacker, taking to the air for a better vantage point from which to dive in and strike at her foes. The shyness would not go away as she aged, but her tendency to flinch or run was curbed quickly.
As for the oldest of the three, his personality placed him between the other two, his speed and agility making him a good striker, though not as mobile in the air as Miranda, and less able to take a hit than Vanguard, he fell into the role of a shredder, waiting for the Imperial to draw the attention of their enemies before slipping in among them and wreaking havoc with tooth and claw.
Their roles decided, the three would go on to train every day leading up to the tournament, breaking only for food and sleep. The only day off they got was the day prior to the tournament, a day taken to gather together and head for the tournament grounds. Finally, after all of their preparations and practice, the time was at hand to show Sornieth what they were made of, and they did not intend to lose.
After the failures of the first Sornieth World Tournament, clan SemperVictor took it upon themselves as a collective group to prepare themselves for the next one. They knew they went into the event unprepared, their collective candidates nearly untrained and entirely uncoordinated. This time would be different.
Three nests were chosen, each set to hatch one after the other, the candidates would be chosen from among these hatchlings and raised together as family. They would not be unprepared, either, from the moment they were old enough to move around on their own, they were under the close supervision of Charon, Mars and Diablos; the clan's best fighters, to ensure that they would be trained to suit their natural talents.
As they grew older, the team's order and hierarchy quickly fell into place.
Vanguard, the middle child, quickly took up a leadership role. He was the most physically resilient of the trio and able to stand up to foes head-on, earning his name for his tendency to charge into battle head first and make the first strike, all while holding the foes' attention to cover for his comrades. This fierce confidence would put him at the most risk, but his training focused most on being able to take a hit.
The youngest of the three, Miranda, was much more shy and prone to taking flight. This made her an excellent hit and run attacker, taking to the air for a better vantage point from which to dive in and strike at her foes. The shyness would not go away as she aged, but her tendency to flinch or run was curbed quickly.
As for the oldest of the three, his personality placed him between the other two, his speed and agility making him a good striker, though not as mobile in the air as Miranda, and less able to take a hit than Vanguard, he fell into the role of a shredder, waiting for the Imperial to draw the attention of their enemies before slipping in among them and wreaking havoc with tooth and claw.
Their roles decided, the three would go on to train every day leading up to the tournament, breaking only for food and sleep. The only day off they got was the day prior to the tournament, a day taken to gather together and head for the tournament grounds. Finally, after all of their preparations and practice, the time was at hand to show Sornieth what they were made of, and they did not intend to lose.
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Nobody's happy on the first day of the Nuzlock.
Having been bought off the Auction house, the three unhappy dragons got ready for what would be the hardest challenge of theire lives.
This was it. They finally put everything on the line...
(I was only able to do a quick sketch, I promise I'll put more effort the next time ;-;)
Edit: [s]the pic came out too small! I'll try to fix it.[/s] Made it a little bit bigger.
Nobody's happy on the first day of the Nuzlock.
Having been bought off the Auction house, the three unhappy dragons got ready for what would be the hardest challenge of theire lives.
This was it. They finally put everything on the line...
(I was only able to do a quick sketch, I promise I'll put more effort the next time ;-;)
Edit: the pic came out too small! I'll try to fix it. Made it a little bit bigger.
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When all else fails, use fire.
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When she and her teammates arrived at the tournament grounds, the first thing Carina wanted to do was lay down and rest her weary wings. Firmly, she resisted the urge. There was work to be done.
Other teams had already arrived - not the entire complement of the tournament's dragons, but enough to make things interesting. She would have to take an opportunity later this evening to scope out their fellow competitors. Some of them would undoubtedly be opposed to her presence; she was a rival to them for the time being, after all, and it would not be entirely remiss of them to interpret her behavior as spying.
She felt a prickle of awareness ruffle her feathers, and became suddenly aware of being watched.
Carina turned around slowly - it wouldn't do to seem nervous here - only to see that it was her teammate Redhand who was approaching. "Carina," said the Imperial in an undertone. "One of the fighting teams didn't bring any food with them. Is it okay if I give them some of ours?"
Carina considered the question for a second, doing some mental math in her head. They had brought sufficient resources to see them through the tournament, but barely. However, they would soon be hitting the field, and even though the battles would be long and grueling, there would be plenty of time to gather resources. "You certainly can," she said with a nod. "But make sure to take equal portions of meat, fish, and seafood. Aten may claim to need little, but none of us should go hungry during the tournament."
Redhand's eyes widened. "I hadn't thought of that. I'll make sure there's plenty of meat left over. Thanks!" he said before vanishing in the direction of their supplies.
Carina smiled a bit at Redhand's kindheartedness. In spite of the young Imperial's aloof attitude, he was a bleeding-heart at the core, always ready to help others in need. She hoped that he found what he was looking for during this tournament. Privately, she resolved to check up on the outcome of Redhand's interaction with the other team of dragons. It was unlikely that Redhand would agree to accompany her as part of her crew following this tournament; he was too naive, and too trusting of authority to readily take to a venture like piracy. But perhaps his sentimentality would help win her future allies even as Redhand won himself friends.
Breaking away from that train of thought, she looked down at the ground beneath her, where the third member of their party was busily constructing his shelter. She frowned to herself. Aten was going to be... difficult. Redhand had accepted her leadership without question, but the black Bogsneak was aloof and independent, and seemed determined to stay that way. He'd spoken little on the way to the campgrounds, and seemed unsettled by the calm atmosphere of camp. He was likely spoiling for action - untested and untried, Aten, she knew, had postponed the beginning of his training specifically in preparation for this day. He could have begun his training as a Night Warrior before Carina had even been born. Instead he'd chosen to delay, in hopes of winning glory for himself - and he'd been willing to follow even an untried leader like herself in order to do so, even if he didn't seem to have much faith in her judgment so far.
At the recollection, Carina found that she was feeling more determined than ever. She had come this far, and now that the tournament was about to begin, she was ready - to prove herself as a leader, to earn the trust and respect of her fellow Night Warriors, and to gain allies where she could.
When she and her teammates arrived at the tournament grounds, the first thing Carina wanted to do was lay down and rest her weary wings. Firmly, she resisted the urge. There was work to be done.
Other teams had already arrived - not the entire complement of the tournament's dragons, but enough to make things interesting. She would have to take an opportunity later this evening to scope out their fellow competitors. Some of them would undoubtedly be opposed to her presence; she was a rival to them for the time being, after all, and it would not be entirely remiss of them to interpret her behavior as spying.
She felt a prickle of awareness ruffle her feathers, and became suddenly aware of being watched.
Carina turned around slowly - it wouldn't do to seem nervous here - only to see that it was her teammate Redhand who was approaching. "Carina," said the Imperial in an undertone. "One of the fighting teams didn't bring any food with them. Is it okay if I give them some of ours?"
Carina considered the question for a second, doing some mental math in her head. They had brought sufficient resources to see them through the tournament, but barely. However, they would soon be hitting the field, and even though the battles would be long and grueling, there would be plenty of time to gather resources. "You certainly can," she said with a nod. "But make sure to take equal portions of meat, fish, and seafood. Aten may claim to need little, but none of us should go hungry during the tournament."
Redhand's eyes widened. "I hadn't thought of that. I'll make sure there's plenty of meat left over. Thanks!" he said before vanishing in the direction of their supplies.
Carina smiled a bit at Redhand's kindheartedness. In spite of the young Imperial's aloof attitude, he was a bleeding-heart at the core, always ready to help others in need. She hoped that he found what he was looking for during this tournament. Privately, she resolved to check up on the outcome of Redhand's interaction with the other team of dragons. It was unlikely that Redhand would agree to accompany her as part of her crew following this tournament; he was too naive, and too trusting of authority to readily take to a venture like piracy. But perhaps his sentimentality would help win her future allies even as Redhand won himself friends.
Breaking away from that train of thought, she looked down at the ground beneath her, where the third member of their party was busily constructing his shelter. She frowned to herself. Aten was going to be... difficult. Redhand had accepted her leadership without question, but the black Bogsneak was aloof and independent, and seemed determined to stay that way. He'd spoken little on the way to the campgrounds, and seemed unsettled by the calm atmosphere of camp. He was likely spoiling for action - untested and untried, Aten, she knew, had postponed the beginning of his training specifically in preparation for this day. He could have begun his training as a Night Warrior before Carina had even been born. Instead he'd chosen to delay, in hopes of winning glory for himself - and he'd been willing to follow even an untried leader like herself in order to do so, even if he didn't seem to have much faith in her judgment so far.
At the recollection, Carina found that she was feeling more determined than ever. She had come this far, and now that the tournament was about to begin, she was ready - to prove herself as a leader, to earn the trust and respect of her fellow Night Warriors, and to gain allies where she could.
Sun glistened over the tops of the trees, illuminating the path toward the tournament grounds. Namid's nostrils flared, catching the scent of death that lingered wherever the triplets had been before. No matter how much the rain washed at the soil of the earth, it would never wash away the stench of their beings. No, long after they were dead, there would always be a reminder in the smell of the areas they'd been.
He glanced behind him at the two slaves that followed him, bound around the neck by harsh, rough chains. The chains themselves were bound to his throat, locking them together. They would, of course, be removed during battle. Cadfael, he knew, wouldn't run, but Star was another story. The elegant creature moved with a quiet certainty he had never seen in a slave before. Star trailed the other two, his head lowered but his guard not down.
Behind Namid, Cadfael strode, keeping a distance from Namid, yet his entire concentration was on the male in front of him. More specifically, it was on his rear, and the movements it made when he walked. Namid's false leg was a few inches longer than his other, real leg, and when he walked, it caused him to limp slightly. Cadfael would never say it was ugly, because to him it was just as much a part of Namid as the rest of him, but Namid often worried that his deformation was a part of his body that Cadfael hated.
Maybe he didn't hate the object itself, or that it was a part of him, but he hated the circumstances under which Namid had acquired the prosthetic. He disliked how the others in Legion treated his mate. Namid was just as capable a fighter as the others, and he could show it, yet they treated him as though he was a weak dragon. One who couldn't hold up against the others. This tournament would prove otherwise. Namid had to get in the top two, or Cassius would kill him and the slaves that went with him.
Namid knew this, yet he still accepted the challenge. He knew the risk, and he would take it. He was desperate not to mess up. While no one else was going with them, he knew all too well what would happen if news of his relationship with Cadfael reached Cassius or the other guards.
Once they arrived at the clearing where the tournament was held, he came to a stop, his head turning to look at the different groups. None of them were a danger to him - save for one. The dragons in it were close to those of Auroral Dissonance - Cadfael's original clan. He could see a space next to them and slowly made his way over to set up camp there. All three of the dragons were Night Warriors, a group close to the Celestial Runners of Auroral Dissonance. He knew if he was close to them, he could possibly persuade them to take a message back to Auroral Dissonance from Cadfael as a report.
When he selected the spot, he turned to the other two, regal and tall. The look Cadfael gave him told him he was in no mood to be ordered around. Instead, the Skydancer moved past his mate and took the initiative. He began setting up camp, while Namid stood to the side, blinking and somewhat marveling at his mate's strength and flexibility. However, after a moment, Namid stepped forward next to him, placing his head near Cad's, "Enough... It looks fine. We can sleep over there, under the trees and behind the bushes."
Star stared at them, white eyes dark with sadness and anger. Namid moved to him, pausing in front of the unique dragon, "I will remove your chains if you promise not to run. Do not forget we have a mission and if you run, Cassius will hunt you down and kill you." StarDancer dropped his head, nodding, "Yes sir..." Nevermind Cassius, Star had another reason to return, as did Cadfael and Namid. Elenion, Star's mate, still remained trapped in Legion's dungeons, and Kohana, the world's Royal, was held close by Cassius. The young dragon didn't even know he was a Royal... Let alone that his entire existence was the key to preventing the Shade from returning.
Reaching up, Namid unlocked the chains around Star's throat, piling them along with the ones he removed from Cadfael and his own throat. Star glanced at him, then turned to view the dragons around them. Night war starting to drop over them and for the first time since his capture, he was going to see the stars. Part of him regretted not having Elenion next to him while it happened, but part of him was happy to see the stars at all. The fresh air felt amazing on his body after so long a time spent in the darkness of the cells.
However, he turned, moving behind one of the bushes and settling down on his stomach. He laid his head down, closing his eyes. Within a few minutes, he was asleep.
Namid sighed softly, moving over and settling behind one of the bushes. He felt Cadfael take a spot next to him and automatically twisted his body to rest against the larger Skydancer's. Cad lifted his head, looking down at him, "Aren't you afraid we'll be discovered?" The pale blue male shook his head, looking up at his darker other half, "Not at all. Those dragons don't care about us, and no one from Legion is going to go through the trouble of trying to find us. They'll be far too busy trying to keep ahead of Auroral that they won't care. That's why they sent us this time, instead of the triplets.."
Cad made a non-committal noise in his throat and looked down at him. He leaned his head down, brushing his nose over his cheek, "And what about our companion?" Namid glanced over at the sad pile that was StarDancer, "I don't think he's going to say anything. He's got a secret himself, you know."
Cadfael snorted, looking over at Star, "He seems to be extremely sad... I worry for him and the others... Cassius doesn't realize he's smothering the light out of these dragons... He'll wind up killing them all before he knows it..." Namid nodded, laying his head back down, "For now I just want to be happy to be out of there, even if it is only for a few days. The tournament will begin and we'll be busy.. So come and let me enjoy your presence.."
Cadfael snorted so hard at the remark that it blew over Namid's face and caused the smaller Skydancer to bring his wing up and whack his lover on the head. Cadfael began to laugh, looking down at the other, who stared petulantly up at him. He lowered his head, brushing the other's cheek with his muzzle, lovingly soothing the soft downy fur back. He laid his head alongside Namid's neck, listening to the other's breathing slowly even out. He relaxed after a moment, listening to the sounds of the world around them. He wasn't going to fall asleep any time soon.
So the first day, and the first night of the tournament, Cadfael kept watch over his lover and his friend, keeping the shadows at bay. However, before long, he felt someone approaching and turned his head, letting out a low hiss of warning. The footsteps stopped and a large head dropped into view. The Imperial that stared back at him gave a gentle nod, "Hey there neighbor." Cadfael didn't move, lest he disturb the Skydancer sleeping against him. He merely bowed his head gracefully, "Hello..."
The Imperial gently dropped a satchel next to them, "Some food. We noticed you didn't bring any, and Carina said we should share ours..." Cadfael chuckled softly, then nosed Namid gently, "Thank you. We didn't think about it. The triplets said they didn't bring food, so we assumed we wouldn't have to." The Imperial nodded, then paused, "The triplets? The ones who won the last round? You know them?"
Cadfael snorted, nodding, "Yeah, I know them. We're a part of the... ah... same clan." He didn't dare speak ill of Legion, knowing if he mentioned it, they would know he was a slave. The Imperial nodded, then cleared his throat, "Well.. cool. Maybe you'll continue the tradition. Though with my team here, it's doubtful. We're pretty strong."
The Skydancer laughed, then nodded, "Well, I hope everything goes well for you.. What's your name?" "Redhand. Yours?" The Imperial tilted his head to watch him. Cadfael swished his tail gently, "Cadfael. The shimmering beauty over there is StarDancer and this electric boy is Namid."
Redhand nodded again, then glanced over his shoulder as Carina called for him, "It's nice to meet you all. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. But the boss is calling, so I must depart." Cad nodded, looking up at him, "Go back to your queen over there." Redhand chuckled, nodding to him, then turned, "I'll see you tomorrow~." Cad nodded, then laid his head down. He let out a sigh, nuzzling Namid's head.
Still unable to sleep, he rested his eyes, closing them and relaxing against Namid. Contentment was his for the moment, just long enough for him to assume happiness was something he would one day have again. And that was enough for him, enough for them.
Sun glistened over the tops of the trees, illuminating the path toward the tournament grounds. Namid's nostrils flared, catching the scent of death that lingered wherever the triplets had been before. No matter how much the rain washed at the soil of the earth, it would never wash away the stench of their beings. No, long after they were dead, there would always be a reminder in the smell of the areas they'd been.
He glanced behind him at the two slaves that followed him, bound around the neck by harsh, rough chains. The chains themselves were bound to his throat, locking them together. They would, of course, be removed during battle. Cadfael, he knew, wouldn't run, but Star was another story. The elegant creature moved with a quiet certainty he had never seen in a slave before. Star trailed the other two, his head lowered but his guard not down.
Behind Namid, Cadfael strode, keeping a distance from Namid, yet his entire concentration was on the male in front of him. More specifically, it was on his rear, and the movements it made when he walked. Namid's false leg was a few inches longer than his other, real leg, and when he walked, it caused him to limp slightly. Cadfael would never say it was ugly, because to him it was just as much a part of Namid as the rest of him, but Namid often worried that his deformation was a part of his body that Cadfael hated.
Maybe he didn't hate the object itself, or that it was a part of him, but he hated the circumstances under which Namid had acquired the prosthetic. He disliked how the others in Legion treated his mate. Namid was just as capable a fighter as the others, and he could show it, yet they treated him as though he was a weak dragon. One who couldn't hold up against the others. This tournament would prove otherwise. Namid had to get in the top two, or Cassius would kill him and the slaves that went with him.
Namid knew this, yet he still accepted the challenge. He knew the risk, and he would take it. He was desperate not to mess up. While no one else was going with them, he knew all too well what would happen if news of his relationship with Cadfael reached Cassius or the other guards.
Once they arrived at the clearing where the tournament was held, he came to a stop, his head turning to look at the different groups. None of them were a danger to him - save for one. The dragons in it were close to those of Auroral Dissonance - Cadfael's original clan. He could see a space next to them and slowly made his way over to set up camp there. All three of the dragons were Night Warriors, a group close to the Celestial Runners of Auroral Dissonance. He knew if he was close to them, he could possibly persuade them to take a message back to Auroral Dissonance from Cadfael as a report.
When he selected the spot, he turned to the other two, regal and tall. The look Cadfael gave him told him he was in no mood to be ordered around. Instead, the Skydancer moved past his mate and took the initiative. He began setting up camp, while Namid stood to the side, blinking and somewhat marveling at his mate's strength and flexibility. However, after a moment, Namid stepped forward next to him, placing his head near Cad's, "Enough... It looks fine. We can sleep over there, under the trees and behind the bushes."
Star stared at them, white eyes dark with sadness and anger. Namid moved to him, pausing in front of the unique dragon, "I will remove your chains if you promise not to run. Do not forget we have a mission and if you run, Cassius will hunt you down and kill you." StarDancer dropped his head, nodding, "Yes sir..." Nevermind Cassius, Star had another reason to return, as did Cadfael and Namid. Elenion, Star's mate, still remained trapped in Legion's dungeons, and Kohana, the world's Royal, was held close by Cassius. The young dragon didn't even know he was a Royal... Let alone that his entire existence was the key to preventing the Shade from returning.
Reaching up, Namid unlocked the chains around Star's throat, piling them along with the ones he removed from Cadfael and his own throat. Star glanced at him, then turned to view the dragons around them. Night war starting to drop over them and for the first time since his capture, he was going to see the stars. Part of him regretted not having Elenion next to him while it happened, but part of him was happy to see the stars at all. The fresh air felt amazing on his body after so long a time spent in the darkness of the cells.
However, he turned, moving behind one of the bushes and settling down on his stomach. He laid his head down, closing his eyes. Within a few minutes, he was asleep.
Namid sighed softly, moving over and settling behind one of the bushes. He felt Cadfael take a spot next to him and automatically twisted his body to rest against the larger Skydancer's. Cad lifted his head, looking down at him, "Aren't you afraid we'll be discovered?" The pale blue male shook his head, looking up at his darker other half, "Not at all. Those dragons don't care about us, and no one from Legion is going to go through the trouble of trying to find us. They'll be far too busy trying to keep ahead of Auroral that they won't care. That's why they sent us this time, instead of the triplets.."
Cad made a non-committal noise in his throat and looked down at him. He leaned his head down, brushing his nose over his cheek, "And what about our companion?" Namid glanced over at the sad pile that was StarDancer, "I don't think he's going to say anything. He's got a secret himself, you know."
Cadfael snorted, looking over at Star, "He seems to be extremely sad... I worry for him and the others... Cassius doesn't realize he's smothering the light out of these dragons... He'll wind up killing them all before he knows it..." Namid nodded, laying his head back down, "For now I just want to be happy to be out of there, even if it is only for a few days. The tournament will begin and we'll be busy.. So come and let me enjoy your presence.."
Cadfael snorted so hard at the remark that it blew over Namid's face and caused the smaller Skydancer to bring his wing up and whack his lover on the head. Cadfael began to laugh, looking down at the other, who stared petulantly up at him. He lowered his head, brushing the other's cheek with his muzzle, lovingly soothing the soft downy fur back. He laid his head alongside Namid's neck, listening to the other's breathing slowly even out. He relaxed after a moment, listening to the sounds of the world around them. He wasn't going to fall asleep any time soon.
So the first day, and the first night of the tournament, Cadfael kept watch over his lover and his friend, keeping the shadows at bay. However, before long, he felt someone approaching and turned his head, letting out a low hiss of warning. The footsteps stopped and a large head dropped into view. The Imperial that stared back at him gave a gentle nod, "Hey there neighbor." Cadfael didn't move, lest he disturb the Skydancer sleeping against him. He merely bowed his head gracefully, "Hello..."
The Imperial gently dropped a satchel next to them, "Some food. We noticed you didn't bring any, and Carina said we should share ours..." Cadfael chuckled softly, then nosed Namid gently, "Thank you. We didn't think about it. The triplets said they didn't bring food, so we assumed we wouldn't have to." The Imperial nodded, then paused, "The triplets? The ones who won the last round? You know them?"
Cadfael snorted, nodding, "Yeah, I know them. We're a part of the... ah... same clan." He didn't dare speak ill of Legion, knowing if he mentioned it, they would know he was a slave. The Imperial nodded, then cleared his throat, "Well.. cool. Maybe you'll continue the tradition. Though with my team here, it's doubtful. We're pretty strong."
The Skydancer laughed, then nodded, "Well, I hope everything goes well for you.. What's your name?" "Redhand. Yours?" The Imperial tilted his head to watch him. Cadfael swished his tail gently, "Cadfael. The shimmering beauty over there is StarDancer and this electric boy is Namid."
Redhand nodded again, then glanced over his shoulder as Carina called for him, "It's nice to meet you all. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. But the boss is calling, so I must depart." Cad nodded, looking up at him, "Go back to your queen over there." Redhand chuckled, nodding to him, then turned, "I'll see you tomorrow~." Cad nodded, then laid his head down. He let out a sigh, nuzzling Namid's head.
Still unable to sleep, he rested his eyes, closing them and relaxing against Namid. Contentment was his for the moment, just long enough for him to assume happiness was something he would one day have again. And that was enough for him, enough for them.
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[i]Gooooooood morning all and sundry! Now that all our teams have arrived and everyone has settled in, it's time for the real reason you all came here! Starting in the training field you will all be challenged to complete 40-50 battles in the coliseum! Do NOT change venues, instead use this time to prepare yourselves for the harder challenges that lie ahead![/i]
Welp you heard the man! off to the coli with you! Report back with your starting and ending totals!
Gooooooood morning all and sundry! Now that all our teams have arrived and everyone has settled in, it's time for the real reason you all came here! Starting in the training field you will all be challenged to complete 40-50 battles in the coliseum! Do NOT change venues, instead use this time to prepare yourselves for the harder challenges that lie ahead!
Welp you heard the man! off to the coli with you! Report back with your starting and ending totals!
Notes: no casualties, yet.
Half way to lv 5, and lots of crit attacks. Good job guys! I can't remember what I sacrificed to RNG to make that happen... lots of minor potions and one nature acuity fragment.
"Pfft, this is too easy. Child's play, really."
Oh, would they have a field day in the next venue.
Notes: no casualties, yet.
Half way to lv 5, and lots of crit attacks. Good job guys! I can't remember what I sacrificed to RNG to make that happen... lots of minor potions and one nature acuity fragment.
"Pfft, this is too easy. Child's play, really."
Oh, would they have a field day in the next venue.
