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ladyumbra rolled 1 100-sided dice:
66
Total: 66 (1 -100)
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 2:38 pm
Character: Maslin Stage: Apprentice Luck: 3 Dragon: Ysali Success Rate: 71-100
Fail! 5( 5/10 ) = 2.5 xp gained 1 luk exp gained.
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2013 6:35 pm
Armed now with greater magic than before Maslin had set off to face his constant nemesis. As spring approached it seemed that more and more Ysali dragons seemed to be out and active. It would be no trouble for the young man to find one and test the skills of his chosen clan. Admittedly Piesio's water skills was supposed to be not fully effective against the plant aligned dragon type but still he had something more concrete now to combat them with.
Maslin crested the top of a hill and grinned as he spotted a lone Ysali digging through the snow below for some reason for another. Surely he could fight a single Ysali by this point, he had greater magic, a weapon to focus it with and a lot of experience under his belt. Keeping his distance, the orange haired boy sent a bolt of blinding light towards green hided dragon as it turned its head to acknowledged his presence. He couldn't help but grin as the dragon stopped in it's tracks, unable to properly target him for a retaliatory attack.
Unfortunately the beast did not stay blinded for long and they were soon exchanging magic and blows which favoured the larger and stronger dragon over the hybrid boy. While Maslin's dodging ability and defense had been steadily improving with time it was not enough to win him the battle. Legs entangled in magically summoned plant life and having been nicked earlier by a poison tipped claw, Maslin found himself feeling feverish and weak when he most needed strength and mobility.
Suddenly the air seemed to waver with heat and seemingly out of nowhere a stream of fire appeared and lashed at the Ysali's hide. As it hissed in pain and jumped to the side Maslin could see from behind it the semi distant figure of Cale, one of his fellow patrol draftees. The remnants of a Firani soul were in his fellow mage's left hand and in his right a scepter that glowed red with the fire dragon's magic. It seemed that, once again Maslin had been bested by a Ysali but that he would live to fight them again.
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