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a pet dino rolled 2 100-sided dice:
14, 66
Total: 80 (2-200)
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 Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2014 5:14 pm
Tarlen :: Archer
LVL: 5
LUK: 6 (2 of his normal LUK, +5 for his Archer class)
Creatures: 2x Ysali
1-30: Fail
31-100: Success
Battle outcome:
1 fail 1 success
Words: Need 600
Rewards:
1 Ysali orb
EXP:
1 win = 5 exp
1 loss = 3 exp
5 + 3 = 8 EXP total.
Takes him from Lvl 5 with 1/5 exp to Lvl 6 with 4/6 exp
Gain 1 luck and 1 luck exp
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2014 5:23 pm
Now that he had killed one of the beasts Tarlen's self confidence was thru the roof. He thought he was amazing, no he knew that he was. But the fact that the other two had gotten away really bothered him. Sure he knew that he couldn't have possible killed all three of them right then and there, but he wanted to at least have the opportunity. Having the two run away was almost like a personal attack on his ego. For a few days he thought about nothing else, until finally he decided that he had to go out and find the beasts. He had to kill the two that got away, no matter what. So he packed himself a little bag, putting some food and other things just in case he stayed out for more than a night looking for the beasts. He kissed his parents good bye and left for the hunt that would satisfy his need.
For two days he walked around where he thought he had been the last time, but he couldn't see anything. There were no tracks, nothing. It looked like the dragons had never even been there, when it hadn't been more than a week since he killed the first one.
Finally on the third day he woke to the sound of footsteps and at once grabbed his bow, trying to grab his arrows in the dark. At once his sight came to him and he could see the two dragons, though he was pretty sure that they hadn't seen him yet. He studied them and a smile spread across his face when he realized that they were the same dragons from last time! They had the same coloring and the same size, he thought, so they had to be the other two! Plus the fact that there were two of them made him even more sure.
He was not as scared as before, his last encounter with the dragons giving him a sense of fearlessness greater than the one he had before. At once he knocked an arrow and aimed slowly, he wanted to get it right in the heart so that he would have time to take out the second one. He knew from hearing others talking about hunting that it would be easier to kill one fast and than use the left over time to kill the other one. Plus that kind of made sense. Letting go of the arrow he watched it go, not hitting it's mark. Sure it hit the dragon, but not in the heart but one of the arms instead.
Tarlen cursed as the dragons, now alerted to his presence, started coming his way. He only had time to send two more arrows before one of them was practically on top of him. It was the one that he had hit, and the bigger of the two. It made a noise that made the third pause and than run off as it went to attack Tarlen. Luckily Tarlen wasn't all that big yet, and still very fast, so he was able to avoid the dragon's claws. It was to close for him to continue firing arrows at the beast, so instead he took one of the arrows he had left and started to stab the dragon where ever he could.
After stabbing the dragon in the face, the back, and the chest a good amount of times it finally died, leaving it's orb for Tarlen to collect. He sat against a tree, more tired than he had ever been before. It was than he realized that in his attack he didn't realize that the dragon had gotten his arm. It was bleeding pretty bad, so he wrapped it with some cloth he brought and headed home. That would make a good scar, but he had to get home to get it examined before it got infected or something.
Word Count: 651
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