Followup: Dice Probabilities

The difference with Jenna's system that I didn't get into is the probabilities behind the Yahtzee-esque dice mechanic.

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Looking Back

They discussed my fate like I was a prize to be won, like a trophy to display. He cared about heroism, about victory. He hadn’t been there when I needed him, before. He scarce paid attention to me now. Just what I represented, to him, and the song he’d make of it later. His words for love were beautiful, but that was all they were.

She was the only one who actually seemed to see me. She tossed me a half-eaten fruit. Or perhaps she only saw herself. I remembered the advice my mother had given to me in another hall, back when being given to a hero had seemed like all I could ever want.

The business concluded, he began his climb, me following behind. Just as it ever was. Ties of music, ties of soil. There would surely be feasting and merriment, when we returned. He would surely exclaim his love most beautifully, in songs about himself. And how long would it be before that, too, faded, when the allure of conquest again faded into the grey of possession?

Is it any wonder that I wasn’t there when he turned?