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Orpheus Solon rolled 2 100-sided dice:
93, 60
Total: 153 (2-200)
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 Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 9:16 pm
Character: Merikh
Stage: Apprentice
Luck: 3 + 0 Luk exp
Dragon: Ysali x 2
Failure Rate: 1-70
Success Rate: 71-100
Exp gained:
10(5/10) = 5
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5(5/10) = 2.5 rounded to 3
8 + 6 (left over from last time) = 10/10 with 4 left over
~ +1 Level
~ +1 Luk Point
~ +1 Luk Exp
~ +1 Ysali Orb
Word Count Needed: 600
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Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2014 11:33 am
He'd never admit it, not to his mother, his mom, or really anyone else, but he was starting to feel just a bit tired from all of the dodging around. He didn't want to give up though, it wasn't as though any of those worthless Orderite birds or cowardly Dovaa were going to give him leave because he was a bit winded after all. This was a good chance to push himself passed his weakness, to grow stronger from it, and to impress his mother. It was all up to her after all, she was the warrior of the family, and he knew full well that he wouldn't be able to have a weapon of his own until she approved of it. He'd just have to keep pushing himself, until she was pleased with the results and hten and only then would he have a blade of his own. One that he could actually lift unlike the one that his mother wielded. That one was still too big for him no matter how he tried and tried during practice to even lift it.
Dodging another attack he felt that this one was a bit too close for comfort. He was slowing down, wasn't he? Not a good thing but it would push him, wouldn't it? Give him reason to fight harder. When the next attack happened he thrust forward with his dagger, this blow a better aimed one then the first, drawing another roar of pain and anger, and the dragon came at him twice as fast forcing him to bounced backwards a few steps before he dodge behind a tree. It was something that the dragon, now half blinded, didn't seem to realize as it ran face first into the tree, momentarily stunning itself. This was it, this was his chance he realized as he came around the other side of the tree, going at the dragon's vulnerable throat with his dagger. He knew full well given the sound that the blade made against the dragon's scales that he was going to have to sharpen it later. After this it was going ot be worthless but at least he was able to hit home, his blade burying itself into the dragon's jugular... though the moment that he pulled it free he regretted it due to the shower of blood that he was sprayed with.
He made a bit of a face, teeth gritting when he heard his mother's laughter, "Ugh... at least my clothing was already ruined. He thought to himself though that didn't make up for the fact that the rest of him felt ruined now as well. The upside being as the second Ysali came charging in he realized as he ducked behind the tree once more, waiting for the first dragon to expire, that it was having a hard time tracking him. Apparently dragon's blood was a good way to mask one's scent. Though he highly doubted that he would be able to use such a trick often, just when he was fighting groups of them in an area with a good amount of cover.
The sound of one dragon shuffling around, trying to figure out where he went, was accompanied by the strange sounds of the other dragon as it crumbled away. Peeking around the tree he was able to spot the orb where it had landed, now as blood soaked as he was. He ducked back once more, hand tightening on his blade, as he prepared to attack once more. The weakness from before seemed to have been replaced by a mix of adrenaline and excitement over his first kill, he was no longer feeling any of the tiredness, instead feeling renewed for the next battle.
(( Word Count: 619 ))
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