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Nikiana rolled 1 100-sided dice:
78
Total: 78 (1-100)
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 Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 6:36 am
Character: Samril
Stage: Year 1
Luck: 1
Dragon: Ysali
Success Rate: 91-100
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 7:10 am
Samril was determined that this time, THIS TIME, he would succeed at befriending a dragon! Not that he had really tried last time, with Elleth around, but the dragon could've stopped fighting at any time, but hadn't. So that counted, in a way. He would've been nice to it if it had stopped... But the past was the past and he couldn't change the outcome of that fight no matter how much he thought and rethought it through. So the boy had looked ahead to the future instead.
Thus, the Dovaa was in the forest once again, looking to make another friend. Elleth was a nice friend and he had friends at home, but a dragon... not just anyone could say a dragon was a friend!! And he definitely wasn't just anyone! If anyone could befriend a dragon, it was Samril. He was friends with everyone! All he had to do was find a dragon and talk to it... right? It seemed Samril had forgotten that this tactic had not worked the first time he'd tried it. But maybe that dragon had just been too stubborn to become friends with a Dovaa...?
But several hours had passed and Samril was still wandering the forest, searching and looking. Why were these dragons so hard to find?! Every time he came into these woods, it took a long time to find a dragon! Did they like to hide or were there just not that many of them to find? Why did it take so long to find them? Were the races fighting dragons into extinction? He'd always heard that there were many many many dragons to find and fight. Was that really true? Tired, the boy gave a sigh, pausing beneath a tree and leaning against it to catch his breath.
Suddenly, the tree's branches began to move and vines sprung up around him. Uh oh! The poor Dovaa was wrapped against the trunk before he knew what was happening. Whipping his head around, he saw nothing... and nothing... and - oh yeah, try looking up - there! A dragon was above him. How long had it been up there, overhead?! He really needed to remember to look up more often. Who knew how many times he'd walked under dangerous things!
Thoughts were soon pushed aside as branches whipped across his face. Pinned as he was, Samril couldn't even raise his arms to protect himself. "I just want to be friends!!" He cried out, but his outburst was ignored. The branches continued to lash him, drawing blood in several places. The vines held him tight against the trunk of the tree. "Why won't you be friends with me?!" Samril asked, tears forming from the stinging pain the branches were inflicting. He stared at the dragon, which had moved to stand before him, glaring. "I'd be a good friend..." he whispered, his dreams of returning to the Celestial Fortress with a pet dragon crushed.
Frustrated, he lashed out magically, causing the vines to loosen. He quickly scampered out of them and ran off. It seemed dragons just did not want to be friends...
[Exp gained: 5.5(5/11) = 2.5 exp]
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