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Miss Chief aka Uke rolled 4 100-sided dice:
44, 39, 6, 56
Total: 145 (4-400)
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 Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2015 11:49 am
 Character: Janatheil
Stage: Adept
Luck: 28
Creature: Kiandri x 4
Success Rate: 6 - 100
Win x 4: 100/2 = 50exp
Total: 50exp, Levels to - with - exp left over, + stat points to distribute, + 4 Kiandri Dragon Orbs
Word Count Required: 1,200
Final Word Count: -
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Bronze Coffee rolled 4 100-sided dice:
65, 26, 47, 59
Total: 197 (4-400)
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2015 11:57 am
 Character: Whan
Stage: Apprentice
Luck: 6
Creature: Kiandri Dragon x 4
Success Rate: 6 - 100
Win x 4: 2100/2 = 50exp
Total: 50 exp, Levels to 15 with8/15 exp left over, +4 LUK, +? stat points to distribute, + 4 Kiandri Dragon Souls
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Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2015 12:47 pm
Janatheil grimaced. Snorted. Shifted his weight, and sent a petulant glower to the nearest pebble unfortunate enough to catch his gaze. It wasn’t fair. He wasn’t a lacky, on hand to train just any green, village-plucked peasant child whenever they saw fit to—
“Well don’t you look about as excited as plucked dalak—”
“Piss off,” Jana grunted, shooting the speaker — a far too amused young woman with whom he trained on occasion — a sour look matching his temperament.
“Ohh-oi, touchy today, are we? C’mon, it can’t be tha’ bad. Probably just a wee little thing, hm? Maybe he’ll tucker out and you can give ‘im a nap and do whatever y’ please after.”
“‘Whatever I please after,’” Janatheil muttered, shaking his head. “I should be able to do whatever I please now. I am not here to to train peasants—”
“Owww, hurtin’ my feelings.”
“—or children of any sort. I’ve done my part in making any of those myself—”
The snort of laughter this inspired seemed out of place to Jana, who shot his company an unamused glare. It did nothing to dampen her mirth. “Can you just…imagine? The sort of wild little squawking nestlings you’d make with a lass? All tiny lavender fussin’—”
“I’m heading to the front,” Jana griped, turning on his heel to meet with his newest ‘charge.’
“Do have fun with tha’!”
With his back to her as he retreated, Janatheil did his best to ignore anything else that might come from her mouth in the process.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2015 7:55 pm
Whan was starving all the time now, since he started his training. Building up muscle and strength made you hungry. Combined with the fact he was going through growth spurts and everything all at once, he was probably going to eat like a horse for a while still. Still, he hauled his axe around on his back where ever he went so people could see it. Whan was super proud of his choice of weapon, okay. It made him really happy. Today, however, he had someone to teach him how to be a Barbarian. Or.. something like that. Whatever. Yet another teacher, which is good. He needed to learn so much about his fighting style and about how to take down the dragons. He remembered his first hunt with Malik, honestly, but he was excited. He was going hunting with someone. He grinned wider and just stretched himself out a bit before heading out toward the person he was supposed to be training with. Someone from the army. He was.. well, the grin on his face said it all.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2015 12:25 pm
It wouldn’t be that bad. It couldn’t be that bad. Worst come to worst, he would simply bore himself with an incompetent peasant, get out some workout of his own, and eventually be done with it. He would be sure to make it clear in the future that this was not how he intended to spend his time. But until then, things were as they were, and it was at least possible that the kid might have something interesting to say. It wasn’t as though Jana completely avoided the lower classes — quite the opposite, even — and so long as the whole ordeal wasn’t boring, he could manage.
When the boy approached, Jana eyed him, immediately sizing him up: young, long hair, surprisingly alabaster, for a peasant, and hefting about an ax that looked to weigh as much as he did. Janatheil tilted his head, and then tucked his hands back, thumbs hooking on his belt as he propped them at his hips.
“Janatheil Orehian, second born of my parents, lord and lady by the same title, and a great pleasure to meet you…?” As his voice left a breath of space for whatever the boy’s name was, if he caught on quickly enough to fill it in in the time provided, Janatheil’s eyes flicked over him again before filling in with: “Sir Ponytail. Or Atrissa. You look like you could be an Atrissa. But either way, here’s the deal, so listen straight a’right? I didn’t ask to be spending my time doin’ any of this, so far as I’m concerned this is my favor to you, and you can either keep up, or stay out of my way. We’ll keep things nice and simple, and if you manage not to be a bore, we might even have some fun, hm? How old are you?”
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2015 8:46 pm
The boy grinned and held out his hand to the other. "Whan." Is all he left his introduction at. He didn't need to introduce himself fully. "....Low born, compared to you, but happy all the same." He laughed a little and then blinked. Atrissa? What? "What do you mean Atrissa?" He wasn't sure he was familiar with the phrase, honestly but whatever. He listened to the other before tilting his head and rolled his eyes. What an attitude this guy had. Whan swung a hand to his hip and sort of stood there with a sassy expression on his face, ears twitching a little before his wings did. "It's not my first hunt!" He said with a grin. Technically it wasn't. He had one hunt before, but this was his first one with a weapon where he had a weapon. Then the boy shifted to bounce on his heels and shrugged. "Like. I don't know... Sixteen." Fourteen maybe, but whatever. Semantics.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2015 12:12 pm
“Whan.” Janatheil let the name sit for a moment, testing it and committing it to memory. It likely wouldn’t matter. He may never see the boy again after, but remembering names was a polite and powerful thing to do, and so he made a habit of attempting always to do so—for the familiarity, if nothing else, and the doors it opened. “Atrissa,” he repeated. “Like, the name.” He eyed his company. “Rissa for short maybe. Riri for shorter. Little porcelain Riri of the Braids.”
He flashed a grin, and then almost laughed at the boy’s assertion of ‘sixteen’ summers. Looking at him, Jana wasn’t fully sure he’d hit even thirteen yet, but if he was saying he’d made sixteen, then he was likely at least close. Chuckling amusedly to himself, he shrugged, and started on his way.
“Alright. Sixteen. Let’s get you some open space and test your axe out, eh?” His fingers dropped, thrumming over the hilts of his own twin maces as his boots crunched over the gravel path underfoot. “So, if it’s not your ‘first’ hunt…” His eyes flit back to the boy — Whan — sizing him up, “…how many fights have thine fine eyes seen?”
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 3:40 am
Atrissa. Whan shrugged at it and then squinted when the other further explained. Well. Whatever. He was really pale and looked like he'd break easily, didn't he? He was just a little scrap of a thing. However, when Janatheil chuckled, Whan relaxed a lot and then let his wings flap a few times before nodding and grinning. "Let's do it." He shifted and then opened his mouth slowly before frowning. "One other one, but I didn't have my weapon then! I got caught up in it and got to keep the orbs. Now I'm ready to see how training is paying off!" There was no confidence in his voice because he still wasn't sure if he could kill a dragon by himself. Technically he wasn't by himself, but the motion still stood.
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