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Fluffesu rolled 3 100-sided dice:
74, 24, 9
Total: 107 (3-300)
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 Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 10:44 am
Character: Maeron
Stage: Adept
Current lvl: 42
Luck: 34
LUK EXP: 0/3
Creature: Erlkin x 3 (LUK 27)
Sucess Rate: 21-100
Rolled 74, 24, 9
Battle outcome: Win x 2, Loss x 1
51(37/51) = 37 x 2 (number of creatures) = 74
37/2 = 18.5 = 19
74 + 19 =
93
Left over Exp Bin: 2/42 --> 10/44 with 2 LVLs gained! (Lvl 44)
LUK: 34 --> 36 (2 Victories in Range)
Luck loss count: 0/3 --> 1/3 (1 Loss in Range)
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Fluffesu rolled 2 100-sided dice:
27, 23
Total: 50 (2-200)
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 10:48 am
(Rolling for item grant.
71 - 100: Item grant: Large Erlkin Scale - Grants + 5 DEF.)
No items gained.
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 8:31 am
"Darke, this is ridiculous!" Maeron informed his downy companion in a shout, as the Alihora flew up through the clouds. In the time they'd spent exploring, the weather had darkened, leaving everything seeming grey and murky. A harsh, and almost painfully freezing wind whipped Mae in the face, making him hunker his nose down against Darke's soft, sleek feathers, fully obscuring his vision. He usually liked to think that Darke's elemental alignment gave him a certain... affinity to the cold, but at times like these, that didn't even seem plausible. It was freezing, and he desperately wished he'd brought along a heavier jacket...
Darke's voice echoed through his mind, since it would be nearly impossible to hear it over the wind. 'Mae. You said we could find the snow together. This is the coldest time of year, so if it's here... Well, we should be able to see it now!' Mae only trembled atop him. He was pretty sure any dregs of warmth would be sapped right from his skin if he moved. Darke rolled his eyes, despite the fact that Mae couldn't see it. 'Well, next time you'll know.' He retorted in response to his boy's desperate hopes for a jacket. 'Now, pay attention to the land! What does real snow look like from up here?'
Mae resisted the impulse to remind him that real snow looked exactly like the stuff Darke could make on his own. Instead, he braved the freezing winds to peer over his companion's side. Mostly everything looked dull, grey, and uneventful, but if he squinted past the clouds, he thought he spotted a patch of white. 'Down there! Do you see that?' Mae asked, sending an accompanying image of the white patch along with his thoughts. The Khehora scanned the area presented to him before pausing and giving a jolt of delight. Snow! He let out an excited trill that Mae felt reverberate along his spine as he dove down, speeding eagerly toward the sight as the Orderite boy clung to him desperately.
As they drew nearer to the sight, Mae sighed in disappointment. The wind quieted as the ground approached, to be replaced, not by the sounds of snow flurries, but by calm, murky waves. Darke landed with a thump on a patch of white sand. The Alihora looked around sadly. 'This is just sand, Mae...' He commented, as if the boy couldn't see that for himself. The Orderite slipped from atop him and went to stand right at the edge of the lapping water.
"Sand is... kind of like snow." He said with a shrug. Except that it wasn't in pretty much every way. Darke sensed his train of thought and scoffed slightly. But the Orderite traveled down to the edge and crouched down, scooping up a handful of moist sand and packing it together. "See? I can make a sandball." He told Darke, turning to show him the crudely sculpted orb. The Orderite grinned in that childish way that Darke was pretty sure only Mae could do. "Do you wanna build a sandman?" He asked playfully.
Darke only snorted and trotted up to his companion. Sand was gritty and sticky and not at all like the cold chill of a refreshing slush ball. "I don't think so." He muttered airily, thumping the end of his tail against Mae's arm. It wasn't meant to be a particularly hard hit, but it send the well-packed sand orb flying out into the ocean nonetheless. The two watched it splash into the water. Rather than erupting in a plume of brown murk, it seemed to turn the sea... orange?
They tipped their heads in unison. "What is that...?" Mae asked curiously, confused by the strange anomaly. When it moved, fluttered toward them, the Orderite beamed. "Let's go see!" And then, he was trooping through the water, sloshing about like he didn't have other, quicker means of travel. So, with a roll of his eyes, Darke plucked him up with an extended claw and let out a frosty breath to freeze a small patch of the water beneath him. Satisfied, he set Mae upon it. When the boy turned his face up to smile gratefully at him, that was all the thanks Darke needed.
Maeron walked along, with his feathered companion hovering close at hand, freezing a small path for him to travel upon toward the orange cloud. It moved and shifted occasionally, but finally, the boy neared it enough to crouch down and inspect it. The water was dark and murky, hard to see through, so he stuck his hand in and reached out to the strangely colored... thing. As soon as his fingers breached the water, something came up through the water and smashed into his tiny platform. With a yelp, Mae slipped about on the ice, before Darke dove in and scooped him up.
With a bit of difficulty, the boy clambered onto his companion's back. "Something's down there!" He said in alarm. Just then, a large orange fish lunged from the water, diving up to snap at Darke's limbs. The Alihora yelped and gave it a powerful swat, claws extended. He hooked the creature with his large talons, and even then, it still tried to bite him. Darke violently shook it, until it was hardly more than a few bloody shreds slipping from his claws. "Did you see those teeth?" Mae asked incredulously, his teal orbs wide. These things could bite off a small child's head... They should be fine, as long as they weren't in the water, but what strange creatures.
Mae gave Darke a mental nudge to advise him back toward the land, but as they turned, they spotted one of the creatures flopping about on the icy platform, unable to free itself and slowly freezing against the ice. Darke paused in the sky as Mae mulled over his thoughts. "Let's dispatch of it quickly, then... Maybe we can eat it?" It did kind of look like any other edible seafood. So Darke hovered slowly over to the platform, and Mae slipped from atop him to plop down on the ice. He drew his slingblade, and with one smooth flick, cut through the erlkin's head. Ugh, cleaning fish was so gross, though...
Mae crouched down to start his task, only to be jarred harshly to his knees, slipping to the edge where another of the fish lay in wait. He squealed as the water roared up to pull him in, but, like before, Darke wasn't having any of that. He roared and plucked Mae from the ice just as the third erlkin lunged across his makeshift bridge, right where Mae's face had been only moments before. "Forget the fish." Darke scoffed as he headed back to shore. He sighed a bit dejectedly. "Let's just head home for now..."
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