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Lirende rolled 1 100-sided dice:
11
Total: 11 (1-100)
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 Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 12:18 pm
Character: Elleth
Stage: Year 2
Luck: 17
Dragon: Kaindri
Success Rate: 31-100
[LOSS: 8.5(25/17)= 12.5 exp]
[Elleth LEVELS UP to 18 with 6.7 exp left over]
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 6:55 pm
Elleth knew she was in enemy territory, quite literally, the moment she stepped foot on Eowyn. But there was no helping it, it was either she continue to hunt dragons that were getting progressively easier to kill, or risk running into some Dovaa. Biting her lip hard enough that she drew blood Elleth decided to throw caution to the wind and boldly began to walk through the desert as if she belonged there. Which couldn't be farther from the truth. Her garments were light and airy and within moments became damp with sweat. Her home was never this hot and she soon found herself longing for a patch of shade in which to at least rest a moment. It didn't help her at all that her dark skin seemed to attract the heat, making her feel like she was being cooked alive.
But luck wasn't on her side as the day seemed to get progressively hotter, taking with it her will to continue the hunt. Not that there was much to be seen other than sand, some dragon bones, a nest filled with shell fragments, and a bunch of scraggily looking shrubs that she didn't know the name of, but was wary anyway because they had some nasty looking long thorns on their branches.
It was only her iron will power that prevented her from gulping down her water when she stopped for lunch, though it was barely past noon when she did. She rested in the meager shade offered by the ribcage of a dragon skeleton. The sun bleached bones bore marks of the Dovaas fist weapons. Her lunch was a sad looking apple and an her water skin nearly empty. Elleth felt a lump of disgust settle in her throat. She'd been woefully unprepared for this little adventure and it showed. Standing she tried to brush sand from the back of her thighs with little success before turning to follow the trail of her own footsteps. She'd come back in a day or two better prepared for the unbearable climate.
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