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itspao_ rolled 1 100-sided dice:
86
Total: 86 (1-100)
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 Posted: Sat May 04, 2013 6:45 pm
A i n s l e y ' s..S t a t i s t i c s.Name: Ainsley
Stage: Apprentice
Level: 8 (0.6/8)
Luck: 1
Luck Exp: 2/3
Dragon: Ysali
Success Rate:
---Failure: 1-90
---Success: 91-100
Experience: 5(5/8) = 3.1 Exp gained
---to Level 8 ► 3.7/8 - 0 left
Final Result:
---Fail = +1 Luck Exp = 3/3 Luck Exp = +1 Luck
---Level = Lvl 8 + 3.7exp left over
---Spoils = None
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Posted: Tue May 07, 2013 5:50 am
He didn't rest for long after arriving at their camp; just long enough to catch his breath and calm himself down. After deciding which direction it'd be safe to travel in, Ainsley hurried on with his task of finding firewood. Heading west this time, the boy was much luckier and had just enough for lunch within only 20 minutes this time around. He rushed back to camp to drop off the load, happy to see Quan just arriving with a nice catch of fish and a quarter of red meat on a spear, wrapped of course.
"Got a nice deal at the market," the traveler said, grinning. Ainsley furrowed his brows at that.
"Didn't you say you were going to the river?" he asked, starting to pile the twigs and branches into the designated area for their fire. Quan simply shrugged and dropped his own load nearby Ainsley.
"No bites," came a short reply, to which Ainsley snorted and busied himself with his task.
"Lazy..." the younger Orderite chided, though in a whisper. Quan heard it but only smirked before making his way back toward the exit.
"Go ahead and start cooking without me. I'm gonna get cleaned up in the river," he called, then disappeared into the thicket within moments. Ainsley only gaped after him, annoyance and frustration sprawled across his features. If not for the rustle to his right he would have actually said something; however, because of said rustle, Ainsley's attention shot towards the origin of the noise, eyes narrow and suspicious. Dropping the twigs he was currently holding, the boy got up and moved toward it.
"...Hello?" he asked cautiously. Quan mentioned stragglers occasionally roaming the forests and ransacking small campsites to survive, though apparently they were rare enough to not be too much cause for concern, but so far being careful never hurt him. The response was a low cooing, then the head of a familiar Ysali dragon started to rise up from the bushes, green eyes glaring into Ainsley's red ones.
The young Orderite's eyes went wide, and he once again did the first thing that came to mind - call for help.
"Quan!" the boy cried in urgency, narrowly dodging an oncoming attack from the dragon swiping its tail at him. The boy tumbled to his right, then scrambled to his feet and made for the forests, the dragon follow right behind him. "Quan!"
He would have kept calling for help too, but unfortunately in his distress Ainsley had stumbled over the side of a small cliff, his cries for help suddenly changing to a loud, lengthy scream as he rolled down the side of the cliff, passing through thickets and brush and eventually landing with a thud beside a tree trunk. The boy groaned as he tried to keep his eyes open, the pain basically just all over his body, and looked to see if Quan had heard him screaming. All he saw at the top of the cliff was the Ysali dragon, grinning and cooing in amusement, before it left him there, essentially for dead.
Luckily for the blonde, Quan had in fact heard him, and the last thing he could remember was getting hoisted up and carried somewhere - probably to camp - before everything completely went black.
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