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DraconicFeline rolled 1 100-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-100)
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 Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 5:37 pm
Character: Raemos
Stage: Oblivionite Apprentice
Luck: 1
Dragon: Ysali x1
Success Rate: 91-100
Loss: (5/1)/2=2.5 exp
+1 LUK exp
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Posted: Sat Nov 23, 2013 4:05 pm
Raemos followed the tracks of the missing Kargoth calf he had discovered this morning while tending the herd. He had to find it quickly, the boy knew, before something got to it, or before it ate something it shouldn't.
He was very proud of himself for being able to do this job alone. He felt trusted and that was a good feeling. He wanted to prove to mom and dad that he could be really good too. Even if he was a horrible freak.
The tracks led to some brush beyond, and Raemos relaxed as he heard the young creature munching happily way.
"C'mon now..." he said gently, trying not to spook it, "Lets get you back to yer Mother, okay?" he said, approaching calmly, hands out.
The Kargoth stopped, snorted and began to alarm call, it's trumpeting tinny compared to an adults, but still deep and able to carry for a long distance. Raemos stopped, trying to stay calm, even though the sound of a Kargoth's call brought back memories of stampedes past. "Easy girl... Easy..." he said, approaching even more carefully. If he could calm them down and get them home, it would be fine.
Raemos had almost reached the calf when something big and green shot out of the bushes and pounced on it. The first thing he could percieve were claws, sharp and cutting, drawing red from the Kargoth's fur. The second thing was the calf's screams as it was attacked, screams that froze Raemos with panic before he grabbed at his sword and charged after whatever it was.
Then he saw what it was- a dragon. The cries quieted to a gurgling murmur, and the dragon turned to face Raemos, roaring something that he could not understand.
What he did understand was that the very plants in the brush had turned against him, and were reaching for him like strangling hands. He ran, hacking his way to safety, and then kept running, hoping to find his father. Dad would know... Dad would know what to do.
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