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Auric Halcyon rolled 1 100-sided dice:
49
Total: 49 (1-100)
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 Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 4:09 am
Character: Gellion
Stage: apprentice
Luck: 5 (1/3 LUK EXP)
Dragon: dunkel
Failure Rate: 1-60
Success Rate: 61-100
EXP gain: fail (16/2) = 8exp
LUK EXP gain: +1 LUK EXP
Words: 300 req.
+1 LEVEL gained
+1 LUK EXP gained
Current level= 12 with 0 exp left over.
Current luk exp: 2/3
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 4:11 am
Gellion had taken refuge in a set of small caves during the heat of the day; the wind had whipped up a storm on the lower plains and it was clear it had no intention of letting up any time soon.
It was days like this he hated Eowyn and longed for the cool climate of Soudul; there were no sandstorms in Soudul or Orderites running around being all .... whatever they were.
He didn't dwell on such thoughts, instead he took the respite to take stock of his provisions from his trip; a little over a day's walk away was a town, one of those real Eowyn'ese places, where all the people seemed vaguely mummified from the sun and the wind, like their skin had become leather and they had little humour left in them and all they ate were salted meats. No one appreciated a good meal these days, he reasoned.
His supply was running low; a little meat and some cheese that had seen better days, but it would last him the day trip once the storm left off. He'd refilled his water a few hours ago, but he'd be greedy and do it again when he decided to leave.
Happy with his plans; as much as his plans were, Gel settled to cleaning his blades; a task that took little time before he finally let the heat and sore well-worked muscles lull him to sleep in the cool damp cave he'd found.
He woke barely an hour later to the sound of something in his pack; a snarl and the flash of steel revealled one of Eowyn's least desired inhabitants; a Dunkel. The damn beast had to have snuck in while he was napping-- and eaten his lunch and dinner from the looks.
It was too fast, he realized with a growl as he lashed at the small creature, only for the little beastie to take wing and fly off, deeper into the cave. Gel jumped to his feet and chased after it. He didn't like it when anything stole his food.
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Auric Halcyon rolled 1 100-sided dice:
22
Total: 22 (1-100)
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 4:33 am
Character: Gellion
Stage: apprentice
Luck: 4 (1/3 luk exp)
Dragon: dunkel
Failure Rate: 1-70
Success Rate: 71-100
EXP gain: fail (16/2)=8 exp
LUK gain: 1 LUK exp
Words: 300 req.
Current level= 12 with 8 exp left over.
Current luk: 6
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 4:35 am
The cave fed into a passage as dark as the nights in Soudul and as cool as the winters, cold air hissed against Gellion's cheeks as he ventured deeper, into the unknown. The passage widened abruptly, opening into another small chamber that echoed with the faint trickle of sand on hollow stone and the flicker of daylight spilled in from behind him, casting a multitude of shadows across the walls in gruesome patterns that seemed to dance and flap in the thin flecks of light he could see. Gel's hair frizzed around his face as he searched the shadows for the Dunkel, gaze sharp as his blade.
Under his foot a piece of the stolen cheese crumbled and he glanced up, spotting the creature on the ceiling, hanging upside down, gnawing on the food and spitting it in disgust. It wasn't the sort of fare that the Dunkel were used to; typically feeding on liquids and cattle-blood. There was a reason farmers hated these pests, he was beginning to come to grips with, especially since it was just wasting his precious trail rations. Greedy beast.
Gel snorted in disgust and launched himself at the beast, jumping into the air, sword lashing out in an arc of silver metal. The Dunkel startled and flattened itself, easily avoiding the blade's sharp end before it scurried along the ceiling, gripping tiny spikes and spines as it moved. Rocks fell in small showers as it dodged out of the way, leaving the Oblivionite scrambling to try and catch up.
Gel cursed as he smacked into a wall, jumping anxiously in an attempt to stab the beast or cut what little remained of his meal away from its clutches. It wasn’t much use, he couldn’t reach it, every time he thought he would stab it, it scuttled away before he could so much as nick its filthy hide.
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Auric Halcyon rolled 1 100-sided dice:
56
Total: 56 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 4:17 am
Character: Gellion
Stage: apprentice
Luck: 6
Dragon: dunkel
Failure Rate: 1-50
Success Rate: 51-100
EXP gain: success (16)
LUK gain: 1 LUK exp
Words: 300 req.
+1 lvl
+ 1 luk point
Current level= 13 with 12/13 exp left over.
Current luk: 7
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 4:18 am
(Gel totally calling hax on this thing, rp shortly coming)
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 4:47 am
The dark cave opened up into a final, smaller room, this one bereft of the stalactites and with a far shorter ceiling. Gellion took in his darker surroundings; trying to figure out if it would make attacking the damn Dunkel any easier; the monster glared at him from the ceiling; hissing out its defiance of the young apprentice's antics at trying to kill it.
He lunged again, his sword flashing, his arm straining as Gellion leaped into the air. It was a desperate flash of anger on his part as he attacked, but a futile one; the Dunkel was too high up for his short, childlike legs to reach. A hiss of frustration escaped his lips, his mouth twisting in a snarl.
The Dunkel spat out the last of Gellions rations; now thoroughly having found the cheese and meat to be inadequate and flitted across the ceiling, away from the pursuing Oblivionite and his wrath.
At the crux between the two caverns, the dunkel shifted its weight, drifting down a few precious inches.
Gellion propelled himself off the rocky wall; his sword lashing out in a blinding arc before him; posture rigid and limbs overstretched; the tip of his weapon bit into the crumbling face of the doorway, the scream of the metal almost deafening in the small cave.
For a long moment he didn't move, his sightless eyes flickering around as the pounding of his own heartbeat slowly calmed and his sense of rage began to subside; the red cloud over his senses abating.
Blood gushed over his hands; the Dunkel's head crushed against the wall and the steel of his sword; dead almost instantly. He pulled back slowly; being careful not to break his weapon and he shimmied it out of the rut it had driven into. The Dunkel's lifeless body hit the dirt floor; a moment later and he stamped his foot into its head; blood and other pieces of bone and guts spraying out with the savage rebuttal.
Gel found his centre, his calm smile once more, spreading over his face as he wrecked its already dead corpse. Dunkel meat was not edible, he knew from his childhood; the beast was less than a parasite to him.
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