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awendybird rolled 1 100-sided dice:
36
Total: 36 (1-100)
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 Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 6:46 pm
Character: Kamalatmika
Stage: Drakein
Luck: 1
Dragon: Ysali
Success Rate: 91-100
Result: 36 --> LOSS
Exp Gain: 5(5/1) = 25 EXP
Conclusion:
LVL 1 --> 7
EXP 0/1 --> 4/7
LUK EXP 0/3 --> 1/3
Stat points to be distributed: 6(3) = 18
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 7:42 pm
It was all in the name of self defense. Well, at least that was the excuse Kamala made to herself later, after all was said and done. She had just been minding her own business, taking a lovely stroll through the Serenian forest and appreciating the refreshing summer breeze, when out of nowhere he'd attacked --
All right, so maybe Kamala had accidentally tried to take one of the slain Boukens, which the Ysali dragon had apparently been bringing back to whatever little ones it may have had at home. What? It's not like Kamala knew they were already all claimed for, and they were just lying there. And there were so many of them! Honestly, she thought the dragon was being a bit stingy.
Stingy or not, the dragon was more than prepared to defend its spoils. He roared at Kamala, showing off an impressive set of teeth and an even more impressive spray of dragon spit, which rained, snot-like, on Kamala's pretty feathered head. Offended by this terrible slight, the Alkein snarled back and swiped at the dragon's face, claws fully extended. They caught the dragon on the snout, scratching the scales that laid there.
Suddenly, Kamala felt herself being lifted bodily in the air, and she became suddenly aware of the tendrils wrapping around her legs and wings. The vines slammed her into the ground, and as she laid there, thoroughly winded, the Ysali dragon grabbed the Boukens with his mouth and trotted leisurely away.
"Yeah, that's right!" Kamala called after him, her eyes still spinning as the vines slowly receded from her body. "Go on, run away!" There was no answer from the depths of the forest into which the Ysali dragon had disappeared. Gradually, the birds who had been frightened away by the sudden conflict resumed their cheerful chirping. Kamala's head stopped aching, and she picked herself up once more. She preened the soiled feathers and licked her wounds. "What a loser," she grumbled under her breath. She'd get the coward next time.
Word Count: 338
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