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itspao_ rolled 1 100-sided dice:
55
Total: 55 (1-100)
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 Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 5:55 am
A i n s l e y ' s..S t a t i s t i c s.Name: Ainsley
Stage: Apprentice
Level: 9 (4.8/9)
Luck: 3
Luck Exp: 1/3
Dragon: Ysali
Success Rate:
---Failure: 1-70
---Success: 71-100
Experience: 5(5/9) = 2.8 Exp Gained
---to Level 9 ► 7.6/9 - 0 left
Final Result:
---Fail = +1 Luck Exp
---Level = Lvl 9 + 7.6exp left over
---Spoils = None
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 6:36 pm
Finally, after having healed up enough (once again with the help of specialists via Quan's various acquaintances), Ainsley was up and ready to go out and about again. The only thing on his mind, though, was how to get back at these pesky Ysali dragon that seemed to hate him so much. Shoot, the feeling was all but mutual now, so after breakfast, when Quan left him to his own devices, the boy immediately geared up and went out looking for.. well, trouble, you could say. It wasn't long until he encountered a random dragon, though this one was sleeping, so he moved on. He wanted full on revenge, just not a surprise attack like last time. There was something about fighting a conscious and alert dragon, he thought, that would probably help bring him a bit more satisfaction.
So he sought one out, and he found one. It was just casually walking through its territory, not minding the world much it seemed. At a fork ahead of the dragon's path Ainsley popped out, axe in his hand and a grin on his face.
"Good morning," he greeted, before fulling charging at the beast. It was a bit too far back though, and had enough time to react as swing its tail. Luckily Ainsley knew enough about these pesky dragon tails and he was able to duck and dodge it just in time. With his axe in the air, poised to strike, he gave a battle cry (of sorts.. honestly he just looked like a little kid flailing around a deadly weapon) and swung when he was close enough.
And he missed, not accounting for the fact that these dragons could fly. His axe made contact with grass, and he tumbled forward a bit before looking up at the dragon. It looked amused and irritated, if anything, and Ainsley gulped down the imaginary lump at the back of his throat. As it was poising to unleash a rather serious attack, Ainsley grit his teeth and rushed back into the brush. With any luck, and experience told him he had very little, it wouldn't follow him and he could try his hand at another hunt another day.
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