[Jotei]

I am not really sure I understand what you are talking about beyond luck, but I am pleased to say the fates have smiled kindly upon me of late. Not but three days prior did I get lucky with a certain Warlord during a stay in the northeast wing of the Castle Karnor.

My companions and I were engaged in an intense and thoroughly rewarding session and had just finished with our hands when I set out to check the cells. Thus far the experience had been fantastic and we'd been generously showered by the fashion faeires with an assortment of brand garments (Cobalt™, Bloodforge™, etc.).

Anyway I left the room to cool down and grab a breath of fresh air while rounding up some more locals to join us. The cells down the hall were scheduled to be re-occupied soon. I wrapped one of my sticks on the first door and it swung open! There he stood, tall, lithe and hard and white as diamonds with one fist wrapped tightly around what I instinctively knew to be his legendary staff. It was a bit intimidating when he thrust at me! My heart leaped with joy though as I dashed back to our room with him in tow.

It was intense, but he wore well before the rest of us and I cast my magical die. It could have been any number from 0 to 100, but this time it was 100! I squealed with joy and almost fainted. I stood nervously chewing my lip, trying to calm my racing heart as each of my companions rolled in turn and then I fell face first into the placid waters of ecstasy as my win was confirmed when the last roll failed to tie my glorious 100. I knelt and relieved the weary warlord of his great staff and have enjoyed every minute I've had with it since.

In retrospect I find it all the more fitting that fate should award unto me the stave of 100 blows with nothing less than a roll of 100.