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kaname423 rolled 1 100-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-100)
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 Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 1:49 pm
N U I V I A N
Stage: Apprentice
Current lvl: 9
Luck: 3
Creature: Ysali
Sucess Rate: 71-100
Rolled: 15
Battle outcome: Loss
Experience gained: 5(5 / 9 ) = 2.8 exp
Left over Exp: (7.5 round --> wink 8
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Posted: Fri Aug 16, 2013 2:30 pm
Nuivian brushed through his long hair with his fingers. He had snuck out of his house once again, returning for that damned dragon. Honestly, he wouldn’t mind any dragon. Truthfully, it would probably be easier to have a different dragon. At this point, he’d probably get angry at the mere sight of the damned thing.
Nuivian took a deep breath; it wouldn’t do to be so angry already when he hadn’t even found anything yet. The only upside was that he tore a nice chunk out of its arm last time, so he would definitely know which one was the one that had left his arm bloody. Nuivian had bandaged up his arm since then, and had taken enough of a break that the wound would close and heal almost completely. When he had gotten home that night, his parents just laughed at his arm, not understanding why he had made such a big deal out of it. It was light hearted fun to them, but to Nuivian it just made his blood boil. He would show his parents that there was no reason to pick on him like that.
He had finally gotten deep enough into the woods that it was worth his time to start looking for the dragon. He climbed over rocks and roots, ledges and hills within the forest, all in an attempt to find something. It seemed to him that he was searching for hours, not finding even the slightest clue. It was near infuriating. He found a large root sticking out of the ground, something that to him seemed to be a decent enough sitting spot, and plopped himself down, already worn out. It was hot outside, and he was sweating in his robes, and he was ready to give up. It seemed pointless.
He wiped the sweat from his brow and sighed heavily. It would be his luck to not find anything. He opened his eyes from wiping his brow and was faced with the eyes of a Ysali dragon. A Ysali dragon with a tear in its arm the shape of a dagger wound. His dragon. Nuivian pulled his blade out and jumped up from his sitting spot, swiping at the thing, but it flew off into the forest once again. It was toying with him.
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