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robot kitten rolled 1 100-sided dice:
13
Total: 13 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 7:42 am
Character: Grrel Stage: Feral Drakein words: #F88017 Luck: 8 Dragon:Ayrala
Success Rate: 61-100
Loss: 15/2=7.5 exp gained +1 LUK EXP new exp: 9+7.5=16.5 Level gained! with 1.5 exp left over so 2 exp left over +3 to int
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2013 8:10 am
Grrel was determined to kill an Ayrala Dragon. How could she be so weak as to not be able to fight them? So their land was damp and chilly, and she hated it, but why did she suck so badly at dragon hunting? She fared well against that one egg thief... well, she had missed a lot then too. This bore thinking. What was she doing wrong? Maybe she should try to stand off and throw magic at them from a distance? That sounded better than throwing magic as she charged in and then get beat up… Grrel stood up and waked out of her cave on Serenia, intending to go to Ayr to fight an Ayrala dragon. As she flew across the ocean, she spotted an Ayrala before she hit Ayr. The Ayrala Dragon was lazing about in the ocean waters taking a bath. So apparently they could be found elsewhere! She grinned, perhaps she could win this battle since it wasn’t in that chilly damp land with its odd winds! Plus it was distracted.. she could do this! She gathered her magic and concentrated it into a huge lightning bolt before letting it crash down upon the stupid Dragon. A rumble of thunder on a clear day with no clouds caused the Dragon to look up at the last second and spot the lightning bolt coming his way. He tried to dodge, but he was covered in water and it hit him dead on. The bolt hit him and the ocean surface as well, the fish nearby were fried as the water boiled and heated up, but the Ayrala Dragon wasn’t beaten so easily. He roared in pain and anger and sent a small tornado up at Grrel. She squeaked as the large gust of spiraling wind grabbed her and threw her back the way she’d come.. Looking back, she saw another Ayrala dragon approaching... maybe she should just leave? Sighing, Grrel flew back home sulking all the way.
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