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Smerdle rolled 1 100-sided dice:
50
Total: 50 (1-100)
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 Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 10:44 am
Character: Faraf Stage: Keinova Luck: 1 Dragon: Ysali Success rate: 91 - 100 Lose: 5/2 = 2.5 x 2 = 5 XP (double XP for blood moon event)
+1 LUK EXP
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Posted: Mon Nov 11, 2013 2:55 pm
At Oora's urging, Faraf had chosen today to finally venture out of the caverns on his own, beyond the range of his mother's penetrating gaze. Sseng was keeping to a fairly regular schedule these days, busying herself with activities outside the cave, so the keinova was confident she wouldn't notice he was gone. The Ysali echoed this sentiment.
"You'll be in and out before she even thinks of coming back. You've been to the Endeldarth before, right? Nothing ever happens there during the day."
Faraf sighed shakily, smoke hissing from between his teeth. If he lived through this, he was going to have to agree to disagree with her on that front.
The young dragon that stood in front of him didn't look like nothing, nor would her claws feel like nothing when they tore out his throat. For now, she peered at him curiously, shifting her weight from foot to foot as she waited to see what the skinny little lizardling would do.
If he pushed past the fear that clenched his muscles into painful knots and forced his empty sockets wide, Faraf could almost admit that he found this whole experience fascinating. He had never seen a dragon this close before, and she was nothing if not majestic. Her skin shimmered in the autumn sun, and the muscles that played under it only lent credence to his throat-ripping theory. Compared to his cracked hide and emaciated form, this dragon was lovely.
"Forgive me for saying so, my dear, but you are simply beauti—"
When he awoke, the sky was dark and he was certain he was dead. He groaned softly as he tried to push himself into a more comfortable position, but he fell back again with a startled cry as the smirking face of another dragon slid into view above him. No, not another dragon. A drakein. A huge female drakein.
"Who are you? What happened?" Faraf frowned at his unintentionally petulant tone, embarrassment spurring him to his feet.
"You were cornered by a Ysali, but instead of punching her in the snout, you..." She sat back on her haunches, tilting her head to one side. "...you called her beautiful!" The drakein snorted and rocked in place, her powerful tail pushing her upright again every time it seemed she might roll onto her back.
"What's so strange about that? She was!"
"She also had enough power behind a single claw to kill you in one hit! You can't let your guard down around them. You're lucky I was there."
Faraf grumbled something unintelligible.
"You're welcome."
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