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Smerdle rolled 1 100-sided dice:
69
Total: 69 (1-100)
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 Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2012 9:21 am
Character: Eanah
Stage: Apprentice
Luck: 3
Dragon: Ysali
Success rate: 71 - 100
Lose: 5.5(5/11) = 2.5XP
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Posted: Tue Sep 18, 2012 9:24 am
Next time, Eanah thought as she peered out over the dark grass, she would have to remember to bring a book. It wasn’t the meditation that was boring, it was the time spent between stretches of meditation, when she waited for a Ysali, a bird, a bug, anything to cross her path. These fields were altogether too calm lately, and even though she couldn’t be sure if the animals had actually moved on somehow or she was just outgrowing these simpler hunts, Eanah rather preferred to believe her problem was the latter one.
She sighed softly and sat up straight, resting her palms on her knees. Breathing first. Leyn had thought the soft sounds of these grasses blowing in the breeze would help her focus, but the girl found she needed little help on that front. Clearing her mind came easily, which only served to spark worry over what might not come easily in the future. She closed her lids and began measuring her air intake, repeating a rhythmic phrase her tutor had given her to help time her breaths.
Dae ath, lae ahn.
It was in no language she had ever heard, but the words were still a comfort.
Eanah was not at all sure how long she had been sitting there when she heard it, a grumbling chitter not unlike the sounds that pack of young Ysalis she had stumbled upon had made, only deeper. She opened one of her empty eyes to find herself face to face with a mature dragon.
She noticed, in a detached sort of way, that her heart did not race, nor did her breathing quicken. The Oblivionite sat, motionless, as the creature sniffed at her hair and clothes, and she examined every scar and bump on its scaly nose. Eventually, deeming her docile and no immediate threat, the Ysali turned and wandered off. Eanah closed her eyes again.
Later, when she had broken from her trance and was gathering up her satchel and wooden staff, she found that she could not stop her hands from shaking.
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