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Nikiana rolled 1 100-sided dice:
47
Total: 47 (1-100)
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 Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 2:03 pm
Character: Samril
Stage: Adept
Luck: 18
Dragon: Kiandri
Success Rate: 11-100
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 6:43 pm
It was back to the desert again. Samril was really tired of it all. Oh how he wished he felt strong enough to try and fight a Firani. But the Firani dragons were REALLY tough and he just felt that he wasn't up to it. He'd heard of a few classmates who'd tried and failed. Better to stick to the dragons he knew he could take on. Even if he didn't feel up to taking on a group of Kiandri yet...
He possibly COULD take on a group... or at least two of them, but why would he do that? He'd not had problems finding lone Kiandri yet and the desert was nice and big so he could search for some time for a single dragon. He was eager to try out his clawed gloves this time. He'd practiced plenty with them and now was eager to see them in action. Well, true action. Action against a dragon, that is.
Samril trudged onward into the sandy dreary land of his nightmares. So boring with its sand, sand, rocks, and sand. Not that forests were too much better, really, when you thought about it. Tree, tree, stream, flower, tree, grass, tree... a bit more variety, but still a lot of the same thing. At least trees didn't get in all your clothes! And the forest was nice and shaded with a good breeze usually blowing through it.
The Dovaa sighed, looking around, past the sand, for a dragon. To the left... no dragon. To the right... no dragon. Ahead... no dragon. After a moment he looked up as well. Nope, nothing up there either. Onward Samril trekked, keeping an eye out for a dragon as he went.
Finally, he spotted one. There! A dragon. All alone and unaware of the Dovaa approaching. Perfect! He pulled his clawed gloves out of his pocket where he'd had them carefully placed. He should get a small pouch to keep them in, but he'd look into that later. For now, he pulled the gloves onto his hands, wiggling his fingers experimentally to make sure of the fit.
Now ready, Samril turned his attention to the dragon before him once more. This dragon was going down! The Dovaa grinned and charged at the dragon from behind. With his first attack, swiping at the dragon's side, Samril could tell that he liked these clawed gloves. Much better than just simple punching! And they did a lot more damage to dragonflesh than just his fist.
With his new weapon, the fight was easy. The dragon had little time to react as Samril darted about, easily scratching its sides with the clawed gloves. Before long, the dragon gave a roar and collapsed. Samril grinned at the gloves on his hands. He really liked these!
He pulled them off carefully, wishing he'd brought a rag to clean the blood from the blades. He'd have to remember that next time. Along with the little pouch to carry them in. Samril made a mental note to remember that when he got home. Until then, he'd just carry the gloves. He didn't want to get the inside of his pockets bloody.
Samril picked up the dragon orb and stuck it in his pocket instead. Another one to add to his collection. He had a bunch to show off to his brothers now!!
[Exp gained: 23(25/23) = 25 exp
Samril grows to level 24 with 18 exp left over.
Samril gains a Kiandri Soul Orb and 1 Luck point.]
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