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robot kitten rolled 1 100-sided dice:
39
Total: 39 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 4:08 pm
Character: Grrel Stage: Feral Drakein words: #F88017 Luck: 2 Dragon: Ysali
Success Rate: 81-100
loss: 5 (5/8 )= 3.1 exp new exp:: 3.7/8 exp +1 LUK EXP
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 6:21 pm
Grrel was still a little miffed and embarrassed from her last dragon encounter. To have to be rescued like that and have Kadryn offer to teach her how to fight, that was simple so infuriating! Alright, maybe she wasn't much of a fighter, but still... An Orderite offering to teach her, a Drakein, to fight?! Why it just impossible to stand. Grrel sighed and shook her head, she'd have to go hunting a dragon herself just to show Kadryn that she didn't need her help to hunt! She was a Drakein! Hunting was in her very blood!... Though, yes, Grrel preferred to hunt things that didn't bite back harder.... As Grrel was stalking along the snowy floor lost in her thoughts, a Ysali was sneaking up behind her. It knew the terrain and how to move silently through a snow covered forest, Grrel did not. A desert child, she could sneak along the sun blasted sands as quietly as a breeze, this new territory was throwing her off. She couldn't seem to figure out how to sneak. Nor did she know how to read the signs that she was being stalked. And so she was taken by complete surprise when the Ysali female pounced on her from behind. "Hey runt! What'cha doing so far from home? Come to entertain me?" She grinned nastily as she loomed over the pinned Grrel. Maybe I should ask Kadryn for help, Grrel thought as she struggled to slither out from under the Ysali's claws. "Don't try any of that ugly runt! Yer gonna be my new toy! Haven't had one since that last runt died last summer." The Ysali lashed downwards with her teeth as Grrel felt her anger boil over and she convulsed suddenly and sent a small lightning bolt upwards. Shocked at the surprise attack and the wriggling movement, the Ysali reared upwards, letting Grrel Streak out from under her claws. "Get off you dumb oaf! How dare you call me runt, ugly and a toy!" Grrel flew upwards and hissed down at the larger Dragon, "I'll be back to deal with you soon enough, you over grown piece of bumbling stupidity!" Grrel flipped over int eh air and streaked away. She may not be the best fighter, but she was certainly fast enough to out race most things.
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