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itspao_ rolled 1 100-sided dice:
32
Total: 32 (1-100)
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 Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 9:00 pm
A i n s l e y ' s..S t a t i s t i c s.Name: Ainsley
Stage: Adept
Level: 32 (29/32)
Luck: 23
Luck Exp: 0/3
Dragon: Firani
Success Rate:
---Failure: 1-60
---Success: 61-100
Experience: 32(15/32) = 15(2) = 30 Exp Gained (blood moon effect)
---to Level 32 ► 32/32 - 27 left
---to Level 33 ► 27/33 - 0 left
Final Result:
---Failure = +1 Luck Exp
---Level = Lvl 33 + 27exp left over
---Spoils = None
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 9:02 pm
Getting stuck, or at least being too tired to get unstuck, in the Malro overnight was even more taxing than the teenage Orderite would have liked to admit, so after managing to get himself out he'd gone back to where he and Quan had set up shop in Eowyn and knocked out for the rest of the following day. Of course, this was only after he provided Quan with a decent enough explanation for his injuries and his absence which, much to his mentor's annoyance, meant giving up on taking a job or two. Quan agreed to dismiss it in exchange for his cut of the wages though, so Ainsley left things at that and slipped off to bed.
Losing, though, was something that Ainsley still couldn't tolerate very well. Even more so, losing to a dragon. Not that he thought the creatures were stupid or anything, but...well, he'd beaten so many more before, and to have been forced into a ditch and subsequently stranded for a night by one was absolutely unacceptable to the young Barbarian. So, with those thoughts fueling him, Ainsley had set off for the Malro once more immediately after his rest day.
The desert was so familiar to him now that some part of his brain was convinced that he could tell all the different dunes apart. Ainsley would really only laugh at that thought, then refocused his attention on his goal for that day: get back at that stupid Firani dragon. Actually, it didn't really need to be that specific dragon. He would have been happy to take his frustration out on any Firani he managed to run into that day.
It didn't take long for him to find his target, much to his surprise. What normally would have taken half the day to find took less than four hours that day, and as soon as he climb to the top of a rather large hill of sand he saw a Firani dragon having its lunch. Grinning, Ainsley gripped the hilt of his axe and made his way down. He didn't want to do much of anything except maybe speak a word of greeting before cutting the thing to pieces, so he approached oddly calm and confident.
The dragon wasn't so keen on its new company, instantly trying to whack Ainsley away and making contact with the blonde, sending him flying in one direction. Ainsley, after recovering and staring at the creature from where he currently lay in the sand, watched it snort and go back to its meal. Furrowing his brows, the teen got up, pulled out his axe and made a run at the dragon. Again, it wasn't pleased at the oncoming Orderite and again tried to swat him away. Ainsley was ready this time and easily dodged.
He was only several strides away from his targets face when he jumped and held his axe above his head to strike, not expecting the dragon to once again swat him away, this time with its claw. Ainsley felt the blood dripping down his now wounded face and watched in frustration as the Firani, utterly annoyed with his persistence, flew away with its food and out of sight.
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itspao_ rolled 1 100-sided dice:
39
Total: 39 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 9:05 pm
A i n s l e y ' s..S t a t i s t i c s.Name: Ainsley
Stage: Adept
Level: 33 (27/33)
Luck: 23
Luck Exp: 1/3
Dragon: Firani
Success Rate:
---Failure: 1-60
---Success: 61-100
Experience: 32(15/32) = 15(2) = 30 Exp Gained (blood moon effect)
---to Level 33 ► 33/33 - 24 left
---to Level 34 ► 24/33 - 0 left
Final Result:
---Failure = +1 Luck Exp
---Level = Lvl 34 + 24exp left over
---Spoils = None
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 9:06 pm
"That old geezer would never let me hear the end of it if he saw that..." the teen muttered as he tended to his wounds. It didn't take very long and it stung when he applied the medicine, but really it was his pride that hurt more so than his injuries. A dragon had never ignored him outright before, and, if anything, before he started looking for them outright it felt like they were targeting him. Still, after patching himself up Ainsley got up and started off to find another dragon to pick a fight with. He'd never been the sort to give up before, and it was precisely that kind of spirit that helped him survive in the Mistress's household.
His search didn't last very long as he watched the shadow of something large once again draw near and sweep right past the Orderite with a whoosh as it landed just a few feet ahead of him. It snorted and let out a blaze of fire in the process, causing Ainsley to duck and roll to avoid getting toasted. On instinct, the teen pulled out his axe and eyed the beast before running forward once again. It was a split-second sort of thought that came to him, but he wondered for just an instant whether it'd be a good idea for him to purchase some kind of a shield if he kept hurdling forward in this sort of manner.
Similar to his previous encounter with a Firani dragon, the beast continued to fire one burst of flame after the other, though it had begun to hover just above ground and backed away as Ainsley continued to move closer. It was almost like it was playing with him, Ainsley thought, and before long the Orderite found he was winded and he couldn't keep on chasing after the dragon in this manner. Eventually, Ainsley stopped giving chase and the dragon stopped blowing fire in his direction. It felt like it was just watching him now, and Ainsley looked on with curiosity.
"What the hell?!" he shouted rather unintelligibly at the creature.
Oddly enough, as though that egged it on, it snorted once again and flew right in Ainsley direction, its large, powerful jaws wide and just big enough for Ainsley to fit into rather perfectly. The Orderite quiet obviously had no plans to be anything's lunch right then, so he did the first thing he thought would be a good idea to do: dodge. For all his knowledge on the field though, he dodged rather stupidly. He jumped and ended up butting heads with the dragon and losing, as anyone would have expected.
The impact effectively knocked him out and he landed in the sand with a loud thud, and the dragon simply kept on flying as though it hit nothing more than a fly.
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itspao_ rolled 1 100-sided dice:
45
Total: 45 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 9:10 pm
A i n s l e y ' s..S t a t i s t i c s.Name: Ainsley
Stage: Adept
Level: 34 (24/34)
Luck: 23
Luck Exp: 2/3
Dragon: Firani
Success Rate:
---Failure: 1-60
---Success: 61-100
Experience: 34(15/34) = 15(2) = 30 Exp Gained (blood moon effect)
---to Level 34 ► 33/33 - 21 left
---to Level 35 ► 21/33 - 0 left
Final Result:
---Failure = +1 Luck Exp = 3/3 Luck Exp = +1 Luck
---Level = Lvl 35 + 21exp left over
---Spoils = None
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 9:14 pm
The young Orderite awoke with a start and a massive, pounding headache, not to mention the dried blood that had come from the new wound on his forehead. After deciding that these Firani took him about as seriously as the Mistress did, the teen got up with a grumble and began the journey home. His pride had already been wounded on two counts that day, and for once he had to admit that he needed something to cheer him up a bit. Usually Ava did that bit for him with a surprise visit or something, but the girl was still working in the Mistress's home and so couldn't venture to Eowyn.
"Not that she'd even want to," the blonde said with a snort.
Thoughts of his old life permeated his mind that late afternoon, and despite the fact that it was already setting, Ainsley could still feel the heat of the desert sun beating down on him as usual. He didn't really mind all that much anymore; he was already used to it by now. It was probably because he was so distracted that the sudden attack from the claw of a Firani actually took him by surprise. The attack sent him flying into a mound of sand several feet from where he'd been walking, and it irritated the wound he'd just finished tending to minutes earlier.
Ainsley got to his feet and grasped the hilt of his axe, ready to attack, when he saw the Firani watching him carefully, almost like it was waiting for him to make a move. Ainsley looked on as well and, with his recent losses suddenly coming to the forefront of his mind, he pulled out his weapon and made another charging attack, though it was mostly blind and out of frustration. The dragon seemed to take this as a sign and blasted off another attack, which Ainsley managed to dodge, though not without getting a bit of his sleeve singed in the process.
The Orderite raised his axe and swung when he got close enough, effectively making contact with the dragon's oncoming claw. This did little by way of deterring the beast, and if anything it only got angrier and began swiping away at Ainsley who after successfully avoiding a direct hit the first few times, didn't know how to dodge the remainder of the onslaught. It was no doubt some kind of a miracle that he wasn't hacked to pieces, but after landing once again in the sand, multiple new injuries soaking his clothes in fresh blood, Ainsley watched as the dragon readied to make the final blow.
He closed his eyes and sighed, seriously pondering what the afterlife would be like for all of a minute before he heard a familiar voice.
"You're not dead yet," Quan said with a grin. "Thank this latest job, since it sent me out here. Haven't seen a Firani in a while, so I came running, itching for a fight only to see you get beaten so badly."
Ainsley had little to say and simply sighed again, his eyes on the darkening sky. Quan, who'd seen his pupil in such a dejected state on multiple occasions, could only assume it was because he'd managed to lose on more than one of his encounters with whatever beast he was fighting. Still, the older Warrior could only smile and take a seat beside his injured student, whistling as he pulled out a pack and began taking out medical supplies.
"Just stick around with me for the next few jobs, boy. You could probably use a break from the desert anyway."
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