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Cynnybun rolled 1 100-sided dice:
97
Total: 97 (1-100)
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 Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 7:07 pm
Character: Cináed
Stage: Apprentice
Luck: 6
Dragon: Ayrala
Success Rate: 81-100
Experience: Win → 13(15/13) = 15 EXP
Current EXP = 4.5
4.5 + 15 = 19.5 EXP
13→14 = -13, 6.5 left.
Win = +1 Ayrala soul, +1 LUK
Level 14
6.5 EXP
7 LUK
1 Ayrala Soul
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 7:46 pm
Spurred by yet another loss, Cinaed had decided that it was time for a change of scenery. So he’d taken the trip to Ayr. However, Latora had not been willing to let him go alone. So, the green-eyed Orderite was there beside him as Cinaed trudged through the windy landscape, his cheeks already beginning to burn. He was getting rather grumpy, already beginning to think that this trip had been for naught. No. He had come here to slay a dragon, to become stronger. And he would make that happen if he had to stay here for days.
He hadn’t had to wait very long. A gigantic gust of wind announced the arrival of a dark gray Ayrala dragon, the beast swooping overhead with a loud screech. It disappeared in a cloud of fog, leaving Cinaed just enough time to ready his bow. Latora had told him that she would stand aside unless he obviously needed her help; he had to do this alone. The dragon burst back through the cloud of fog with a roar, and Cinaed raised his bow and loosed an arrow right at it. Judging by the screech and the glimpse he got of it as it went by, he’d managed to hit it in the neck. It dribbled a bit of blood on the dusty ground as it flew low, and Cinaed spun on his heel to follow it with his eyes. He glanced at Latora for approval, but she was only crossing her arms and watching with interest. Another loud rush of air drew Cinaed’s attention back to the dragon, which was currently hurtling toward him quite quickly. Cinaed whipped out his wings in order to evade it, but instantly regretted it; the winds on Ayr were strong enough to knock him off balance, and he was required to pull his wings back in, in order to land and not be blown about like a leaf. He did manage to send another arrow flying toward the dragon when he landed, and was pleased to hear another roar to signal the arrow hitting its mark. But he had no idea where.
Okay, this had gone on long enough. Cinaed stood still and planted his feet, drawing another arrow from his quiver and loading it. He knew the dragon was coming, judging by the large shadow looming in the fog. As soon as the dragon came into complete view, Cinaed let the arrow go. He knew immediately that it had hit its mark as well, because the dragon screeched the loudest that he’d heard it screech so far, and went off-kilter. It crashed to the ground not long after, kicking up a large cloud of dust. Both Cinaed and Latora advanced on the beast, and once the dust cleared, Cinaed’s face broke out into a wide grin. The last arrow was wedged in the dragon’s eye socket, hitting very deep, no doubt in the brain. Perfect. Cinaed scooped to pick up the dropped soul orb, and placed a hand on the large beast’s flank. “Thank you,” he said, before turning to Latora. He’d always felt that, even though it was required of him to kill them, he should be respectful about it. They were living creatures, after all.
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