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DraconicFeline rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-100)
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 Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 5:36 pm
Character || Dyakida
Stage || Journeyman Blacksmith
Crafting || Beads
Crafting Stat || 32+5
Difficulty || 10
Roll Needed || 30-100
Rolled || 1
Outcome ||Failure
Experience earned || 3exp
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 7:53 pm
Dyeing and sealing the beads was a soothing, repetitive action for Dyakida, calming her frayed nerves. Semashi had asked her about why she made the beads, and Dyakida had flubbed up majorly in her answer. She'd been defensively aggressive, her pride striking back against the statement – a statement she had thought was an attack. But it hadn't been - Semashi had been honestly curious.
“I'm... sorry.” she said again, setting a newly finished bead aside, “I'm sorry that I reacted that way. Many people think I should craft only Alkidike weapons.”
“It's all right.” Semashi's voice was slightly raspy – Dyakida had heard that she'd had a throat injury as a prentice, one that had damaged her voice. “I understand.”
“If I don't practice, I won't be as able to provide my Sisters magical weapons, which would put us at a disadvantage, and...”
“It's all right.” A touch on her arm, warm and firm. “I understand.”
“You... you do?”
“Yes! Of course I do!” She sounded surprised, but not as surprised as Dyakida felt. “The Earthlings have a deep understanding of magic, and practicing their weapons lets you better understand how to make magic weapons that work... and to arm the hybrids that choose a magic class.”
“Arming hybrids...” Dyakida was a firm believer in arming hybrids – and any child of Aisha – but she knew few of her Sisters agreed. Certainly, the extremists hadn't, but there were those that felt that all children of Aisha should follow the Alkidike path of the warrior and no other. A different kind of racism.
“Yes, of course! We need their magical prowess to stay strong, and if we arm them they will side with us...” Semashi sighed, “And... they look so beautiful.” Dyakida heard her run her hands through the clacking beads, “So beautiful...”
“R... really.” Dyakida could feel herself blushing. And then she heard the beads roll around the floor suddenly. “Ah!”
“Yes – oh, I'm so sorry!” she heard Semashi scrambling on the floor, seeking the beads. “I apologize, ah...!”
Dyakida reached for the sound of one of the beads. Her fingers brushed against another's fingers, and she felt her blush deepen. “Oh...” she returned the bead to it's basket, “I... I see...”
And thus their relationship began.
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