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Smerdle rolled 1 100-sided dice:
37
Total: 37 (1-100)
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 Posted: Tue Oct 16, 2012 8:21 pm
Character: Eanah Stage: Apprentice Luck: 5 Dragon: Ayrala Success rate: 91 - 100 Lose: 7(15/14) = 7.5 XP
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2012 1:31 pm
It was clearer now than it had been that day. Ayr's famous wind was barely a breeze and Eanah couldn't help feeling a bit cheated. If things had been like this the first time she'd set foot on this continent, she might have won herself another soul.
No, she shouldn't think like that. She shouldn't dwell on the past. She'd been ill-prepared to deal with the reality of dragons that spent most of their time in the air anyway, which, to be fair, were most of them. It had all turned out for the best in the end anyway. She had her scepter now. She could fight them, no matter what they did. At least in theory.
In reality, she still struggled. While her former wooden staff had been the tiniest bit weightier, the scepter felt strange in her hand, giving the impression that it might accidentally slip from her grasp at the slightest provocation. She and her tutor stood on an outcropping of rock, poised to attack without physically moving at all.
"There," Leyn said. "A little bit higher... no, not with your arm."
Eanah barely kept the scowl from her lips. How was she supposed to aim her power higher without aiming the instrument of her power that way?
"It's not in your scepter," he continued, inadvertently reading her mind. "You must remember that. You are the one with the power."
He had told her this a number of times before, as had Maon. She couldn't believe them. If she'd had the ability to blast dragons out of the sky with her mind before, why hadn't she just done so?
Leyn pointed toward the clouds, and when Eanah followed his finger she saw a pale, slender shape cut in front of them. "On three."
He began to count. Right before he signaled her to strike, Eanah raised her scepter ever so slightly. A searing, invisible arc of power shot from it when Leyn reached three, flying wide and well away from the dragon.
"Drakein s**t," Eanah muttered, earning a chuckle from the older Oblivionite.
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