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Nikiana rolled 1 100-sided dice:
90
Total: 90 (1-100)
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 Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 12:31 pm
Character: Samril
Stage: Year 2
Luck: 13
Dragon: Kiandri
Success Rate: 61-100
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 1:03 pm
Samril was better prepared for his trip to the Malro Desert this time. He'd made sure to bring along plenty of water as well as a hat for his head. He wasn't overly fond of the hat, but it kept the sun off his face and that was helpful. He still wore his boots as the thought of sand all over his feet from sandals was too much for Samril to bear. He would just have to make sure and pause from time to time to let his feet cool.
The preparations allowed Samril to keep his focus better and he was able to avoid another group of Kiandri, making sure to travel far away from them. He kept his eyes open for a single dragon and eventually came across one in the distance. Samril grinned, deciding to take a break in the shade from a large rock formation before moving in. He could keep an eye on the dragon while cooling himself off and resting up a bit.
After a bit, Samril felt ready. He'd practiced and he had found a dragon alone. Now it was time to win! Samril took one last drink and stowed his canteen away. He had studied the area between himself and the dragon while he rested and he'd found a way to close the distance without being spotted.
He carefully moved over the path he'd seen, remembering to check around him several times to make sure another dragon hadn't gotten close while he'd rested. Everything was going well.
Finally, Samril was close and the dragon was still unaware. The Dovaa took a deep breath, then dashed in, throwing two quick punches before the dragon could turn and face its opponent. The Kiandri gave a roar of surprise, swiping at the Dovaa as it finally spotted its enemy. Samril ducked under the dragon, headbutting its underside before rolling free.
As quick as Samril was, the Kiandri was quick as well. After all, Samril's clan took their attributes from this type of dragon. The dragon dealt several glancing blows to the Dovaa as he struggled to adjust to the greater speed of his opponent.
He was mostly sticking to melee as he'd seen how little his lightning attacks hurt these electric dragons. Not that his physical attacks did much better, but they were what he was indeed comfortable with. Perhaps he really should look into those clawed gloves...
But that was for later. Now, he had to focus on this battle. Samril threw himself, punching with all he had, at the dragon. Before long, the dragon looked as those it wanted to flee, but Samril was having none of that. He kept circling around the dragon, preventing it from having a clear route of escape.
With a final roar of anger and defeat, the dragon collapsed. Samril stood, catching his breath, as the dragon faded to bones, the yellow orb nestled within the remains. Samril drank deeply of his remaining water before, grinning, picking up the orb. He'd done it. And he had the orb to prove it. Now just wait until his classmates saw this!
[Exp gained: 17(25/17) = 25 exp gained!
Samril grows to level 18 with 16 exp left over.
Samril gains a Kiandri dragon orb!]
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