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Cynnybun rolled 1 100-sided dice:
57
Total: 57 (1-100)
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 Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 9:25 pm
Character: Cináed
Stage: Apprentice
Luck: 1
Dragon: Ysali
Success Rate: 91-100
Experience: 5(5/1) = 25 EXP Points
Level to 1 → 24 left.
Level to 2 → 22 left.
Level to 3 → 19 left.
Level to 4 → 15 left.
Level to 5 → 10 left.
Level to 6 → 4 left.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 9:48 pm
He needed to get away, clear his head. As he flew through the streets with the wind in his face and hair, Cináed could feel his heart racing, blood pumping through his veins. His crimson wings shone in the afternoon light, and he found himself grinning like he hadn’t in quite some time. It was always amazing to fly so fast through the city, dodging buildings and people and street signs. It was always amazing how it could change his mood so drastically. But he didn’t really question it; he liked it way too much to do that.
As he left the boundaries of the city, headed out over the grassland toward the nearest forest, Cináed laughed. He could forget himself in the hunt, take out his rage, and forget the way he felt empty inside now that he couldn’t see his best friend anymore. He began to slow when he reached the tree line, trying to be stealthy and quiet. He would bump into a tree every now and then, catch the toe of his shoe on a scraggly root, or brush his head against some low-hanging leaves. This probably wasn’t the best way to make your way through a forest when you were hunting a dragon, but Cináed didn’t seem to notice.
The dragon did. It came out of nowhere, tackling him to the ground and making him cry out in surprise. He managed to scramble out from beneath it before it could lock its jaws on him, running to get behind a tree as it roared and swiped its tail through the air. He searched for his bow, his trusty wooden instrument, and found it lying nearby on the ground. However, it had been snapped thoroughly in two. “Crap,” he thought, rubbing his forehead. The beast could no doubt hear his heavy breathing, his heart pounding, and it was made clear that it could when its claws raked down the other side of the tree Cináed was hidden behind. He yelped, flitting to another and another as the dragon charged after him. There was no way he could take the thing with no weapon. He had a spare back at home, but…it wasn’t going to be much help when he was here. So he resolved to run away, sporting a nasty cut on his creamy forehead, and try again another day.
He managed to get home before it became dark, and pushed past his mother to go to the bathroom. His body hurt, but his pride did as well. How could he have let a lowly dragon get the better of him? He would do better next time.
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