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Smerdle rolled 1 100-sided dice:
93
Total: 93 (1-100)
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 Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2012 10:29 am
Character: Eanah
Stage: Apprentice
Luck: 1
Dragon: Ysali
Success rate: 91 - 100
Win: 10(5/1) = 50XP
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2012 3:19 pm
It was a bright, warm day, the perfect sort for exploring. Eanah knew she should have been excited—Oedas and the Bee certainly seemed to be—but she couldn't help feeling like a big baby in a big baby carriage full of... big babies. Anat, their fighting instructor, was carting them out to some random field to hunt Ysali dragons today. Baby dragons. Well, not literally, but as far as Eanah was concerned, they were close enough. Plant loving, common things the Ysali were. Barely a threat, and barely worth her time.
Eanah hesitated as the group was shooed off of the cart, but she told herself it was simply because she did not wish to trip. The area they had been brought to was nothing more than a barren field with a thick stand of trees at one end, the perfect place to observe and kill Ysali, or so the older students said. Eanah wasn't so sure. She'd stood in quite a few fields on this continent before this one and had never run into anything more threatening than an annoying Dovaa.
"What's on your mind, girl?" her instructor said with a chuckle. He might have been a superb fighter, but Anat was a bit too... Orderite for Eanah.
"Nothing, sir," she replied. Her voice was a rusty monotone, as always, but if the older Oblivionite wasn't used to how she spoke by now, he deserved to be made uncomfortable by it.
"Then get out there and fight!" Anat chuckled, earning a frown from the girl.
She strode off toward the trees with a shake of her head, spine straight and hands clasped in front of her. Her instructors didn't allow her to bring her walking stick to class and they had forbidden it on this trip as well. Eanah gathered her skirts in one hand and sat on a rock at the treeline, turning to peer out into the field where her classmates ducked in the grass and whispered amongst themselves. Nothing was happ...
A warm gust of air blew Eanah's unbound hair back over her shoulder. It wasn't possible for her spine to stiffen any further, but she did gasp in surprise. Right behind her. There was a dragon... right behind her. She jumped to her feet and spun in place, staring the young Ysali in the eye before breaking into a run. The only problem was, she was running the wrong way.
Eanah scurried deeper into the forest, weaving around trees and through shallow streams. The dragon trailed after, letting out an angry huff every couple of steps. The girl wondered why she hadn't taken this entire trip more seriously. She thought of her parents and Finres, and how she regretted ignoring their letters over this past month. Her expression clouded with worry as she stumbled on, but just when she heard her pursuer rearing back to strike, something most fortuitous happened. There was a loud crack overhead, and even though Eanah was tempted to look up, she continued running. There was a quaking boom, and suddenly everything was incredibly silent.
She turned slowly on her ruined heel, eventually coming face-to-snout with her unintentional victim where he lay under a broken tree trunk. Eanah had killed her first dragon.
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