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C6  Name: Graxon Skill: Bonegineering HP: 3 Glory :0 Graxon didn't knew himself many things. But what him knew was his way around some Calcium. His pa once said " Graxiekin ain't but one thing in dis here world worth knowing and that's hows to make use of something all gits got. BONES ME LAD! Good for making plants grow, good for smacking a fool head in, heck make a flute outta leg if you want. And if ya runs out, just find summit and get some more!" So Graxon learned how to use the whole skeleton to make all kinds of things. And right now, it was time to PRY DOOR OPEN WITH HIS TRUSTY BONE CROWBAR! Pry the hinges with bone hammer: 1d100+10 26 Arkanomen fucked around with this message at 19:40 on Sep 21, 2017 |
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Name: Graxon Skill: Bonegineering HP: 3 Glory :0 The bone hammer did not do so well versus stone, stone being the mortal enemy of bone along side its twin of ruin, wood. It would take a moment to find some more calcium to work into a new tool, but for now this iron sword will have to do. Iron is a fine material but it lacks the elegance of a good clawing! Either way, the best place to rake is RIGHT AT THE KNEES (or in this case post) Claw at the support posts: 1d100 54
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[quote="Arkanomen" post="476622956"] Name: Graxon Skill: Bonegineering HP: 3 Glory :0 Graxon needed bones. Bones are important and they live inside your face. Once you die others can get your bones out and you can keep being useful. Graxon came to terms with the Calcium Cycle of life long ago and today, someone else was gonna help out with their bones. Graxon scurried over to the ruins and hunted for any bones he could find. rustle up some bones (good for many things): 1d100 56 Later it came time to get to work and today's work was PITS! Graxon had dug many pits in his life. Pits are great for trapping animals and other things in so you can get more bones. Even better if you line the pits with sharp bones. Keeps the victims from hitting the ground and breaking their precious, precious bones! Lay bone spikes in the pits: 1d100+10 29
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Name: Graxon Skill: Bonegineering HP: 3 Glory :2 Graxon loots the dead and tries to claim Breaking Necks roll for breaking necks: 1d100 67 Arkanomen fucked around with this message at 22:13 on Sep 25, 2017 |
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Name: Graxon Skill: Bonegineering HP: 3 Glory :3 Graxon remembered when he was a youth and his father sent him out to the chicken yard to gather some bones for scrimshaw. It was messy work, making the chickens give up their skeletons and there were so many broken bones. His father nodded but the disapproval was evident. Well not long would Graxon make such a mess when claiming bones. The skill orb filled his hands with the clean deaths of hundreds and the skill was his. Now was the time to hunt and find a bone worth keeping. The survivors of the ambush looked easy enough. Finish off the survivors for more bones: 1d100+10 19
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Name: Graxon Skill: Bonegineering HP: 3 Glory : 4 Graxon slips into the shadows. The dead and dying offered good practice but little in the way of reward. No bones, no wealth, no glory. Well another opportunity would suffice. The bonegineers art is a curious, if not versatile one. The city ahead was brimming with activity, easy enough for a lone goblin to slip in under cover of a beggers cloak. Finding the mayor was not difficult. Civilians slipping in and out, arms full of documents and petitions. Graxon waited until lunch time when the doors were shut and the mayor alone. A kindly old fellow, the skin taught against bones. It didn't take much effort to subdue him, no the real art was covering the crime. Graxon knew many things about the skeletal system. What marrow does, the effects of calcium and floride, and the many many diseases that influenced them. One particular disease was known the strike fast, fatally and without warning. Bonitus, the systematic crumpling and snapping of the entire skeletal system. The perfect cover for a murder, but the body had to be adjusted just so, in the right spots and breaks the right way. Not many, nay only a chosen few bonegineers could do it. Fortunately Graxon was trained in this secret art and today the bones broke just right. He was done in half a minute, paused to grab a small token from the office, a small trinket from the bottom drawer. Covered in dust, forgotten. It would not be missed. Who would question the mayor's natural yet tragic demise? Graxon had to leave, the clock tolled the end of the hour and soon the lynchpin of the town would be found, snapped almost literally in half. He's got the Bonitus!-kill the mayor: 1d100+14 101 Arkanomen fucked around with this message at 19:29 on Oct 2, 2017 |
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