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Miidnight Melody generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
8!
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 Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 11:21 pm
Character: Takeo
Stage: Apprentice
Luck: 1
Dragon: Ysali
Lost . . .
Experience: 5(5/8) = 3 x 2(Blood moon) = 6 EXP
6 + 5 = 11 TOTAL EXP
GREW TO LVL 9
With 3 EXP left over
Gained 1 LUK EXP = 3/3
Gained 1 LUK
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 11:14 pm
Silently, the ninja was at work in the forest as he was sitting down on the forest floor as he fiddles with a new project at hand. A black stone was held firmly in one hand as he was striking it against a large rock in hopes to make it sharp enough to be a dagger or arrow head. Takeo was highly focused in his work as he even has his mask up on his head instead of covering his face. His hollowed eyes looked at the stone in focus of the details he is making if it is perfect enough, and then he went back to sharpen the stone again. The ninja was hating the string of failures so much that it was highly embarrassing, but Takeo is trying to take the losses more as learning of how to be better than before. That’s what he’s trying while taking his anger out on the poor stone.
Once he believed it was sharp enough and perfect, he grabbed a stick that was lying right next to him and fixated it upon the end with a vine tied around it tightly. He has no weapons for now so it was the best thing he could do for the time being. His spear was crafted and then Takeo slipped his mask down over his face to hide his identity as he vanished into the trees. There, he waited in silence for the sight of an Ysali dragon to appear before him. It was some time in wait, probably close to an hour, but just before him was a dragon who was looking around for food. Takeo smiled at sight. It was just perfect and he tossed his spear right at the dragon as it has pierced through the wing. It cried out in terrible pain as it squirms to be free from the spear. However, the moment Takeo jumped down to the ground, it had pulled itself free from his grasp and ran off. Another failure . . . but this time he was close.
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