(SP-F1) Blade of Dreams

[Davros Syb'Aoth 0]

Davros entered the shop, looking to buy a nice weapon. The young lady behind the counter greeted him warmly. "Hello! I can make you a weapon of your choice if you get me the materials for it." Davros was suprised at this sudden outburst, but it sounded exactly like what he wanted. "So do I describe to you what Id like it to look like?"

"Yup!" The lady said cheerfully. "Well... Id like a gold handle with a stylized dragon claw for a pommel. Id like a long black blade, the same length as this one please, with a scaled texture." He took out his claymore and layed it on the counter so she could look it over.

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"Hmmm... Lets see..." She got a sheet of paper out and jotted the items down as she named them. "An ingot of gold.. Tjeres a mine not far from here... Some nightmare steel from the fourth floor... And a black dragon scale, also on the fourth floor." She handed him the list. "When youve got that,  come backhere and Ill make your sword. And be careful." He took the list from her hand and stryed on his way to the gold mine.

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He made it to the mines without incident, and once again realized that he didnt have a pick or shovel or whatever tool he was supposed to have. There were chunks of gold sticking out of the wall, and he judged that it would be pretty easy to knock a few off with a blow from his sword.

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• Rolled a 3 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 3 on the d12 (craft) dice.
• Rolled a 12 on the d20 (loot) dice.

 

Davros took a swing at one of the chunks, and it came off easily, revealing that it was actually just a peice of dirt with a tiny bit of gold in it. He pressed it into the ground with his boot, and lifted his sword up to try again, preparing to fail.

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• Rolled a 10 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 1 on the d12 (craft) dice.
• Rolled a 16 on the d20 (loot) dice.

Davros took a whack at another peice that was sticking out, and his sword and the peice of gold collided with a loud clang. The peice now had a large crack in it. Davros swung once more and the blade slammed into the peice of gold, finally knocking it off. Since he only needed one ingot, he hightailed it out of there, setting off towards the fourth floor.

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Once on the fourth floor, Davros made his way to a dark cave on a black colored mountain. It was rumored to be the dwelling place of the obsidian dragon, the monster he would get the black scale from. He was within sight of the cave, when he unsheathed his sword. He had seen enough movies to know that whenever the hero approaches a dragon cave and starts to go in, the dragon flies out.

[Davros Syb'Aoth 0]

• Rolled a 9 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 12 on the d12 (craft) dice.
• Rolled a 20 on the d20 (loot) dice.

And he was right. A small black dragon flew out of the cave and started to spit little pellets of rock at Davros. He dodged and then ran forward, swinging his claymore at the little whirling dirvish. It was definately not what he expected. He had thought he was going to fight some gigantic beast. Not that he wasn't thankful. The dragon dodged, and Davros swung his sword around wildly, eventually hitting the enemy in the shoulder. It did critical damage!

 

Davros: 13/13

Obsidian Dragon: 4/7

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Davros took another crazy swing at the dragon and it connected before the dragon could recover from the last blow. It flapped weakly out of range and prepared to fire more black stones. Davros raised his sword and charged, determined to finish this immediately so that he could get his new sword.

• Rolled a 8 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 10 on the d12 (craft) dice.
• Rolled a 19 on the d20 (loot) dice.

Davros: 13/13

Obsidian Dragon: 2/7

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• Rolled a 6 on the d10 (battle) dice.
• Rolled a 10 on the d12 (craft) dice.
• Rolled a 20 on the d20 (loot) dice.

Davros took one last swing, slamming his blade down on the dragons head, and cleaving it in two. It burst into shards and a material appeared in his inventory. BLACK-SCALE

Davros grinned, right as a deafening roar came from behind him. He didn't have to look to guess what that was. The dragon he had just fought was probably just a baby. Davros took off running befor the mama dragon could fully proccess what she was seeing.