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Smerdle rolled 1 100-sided dice:
95
Total: 95 (1-100)
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 Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2012 9:12 pm
Character: Eanah Stage: Apprentice Luck: 6 Dragon: Ayrala Success rate: 81 - 100 Win: 15(15/15) = 15 XP
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Posted: Mon Dec 31, 2012 4:05 pm
"All right," Eanah whispered, her head bent close to Leyn's. "You go that way." She gestured with her scepter. "I'll circle around to the front and try to lead it into that... hole... thing." If her tutor noticed she was shaking, he was keeping it to himself.
It had been several months since her last failed attempt at killing an Ayrala. The day of her birth had come and gone again with little fanfare, mostly because she had told no one of it. She preferred it that way, even if Maon had decided to have a bit of a pout over the fact that she hadn't chosen to share. Her instructor had promised he would throw her a celebration the likes of which she had never seen next year. Eanah had promised him she would be out of town.
"Wait until I round that rock then count to thirty," Leyn replied. "Do you see why?"
She narrowed her eyes, imagining their progress across the barren rocks. If she waited until he was well on his way to getting fully behind the dragon, he would still have time to make it all the way around and help her with her frontal attack before she became overwhelmed. It was still her strategy, only better. "Yes. That is a good plan."
"Yours."
Eanah nodded.
"Don't be frightened. If we fail, Anat's sprinting drills won't go to waste." She scoffed at him and Leyn grinned. Then he was off, scurrying around the rocks like an overgrown scorpion. When he disappeared, she closed her eyes and began to count. All was quiet for an entire thirty seconds. She was still shaking.
As Eanah emerged from the cave, her world went white. She moved instinctively, racing in front of her enemy without a care beyond killing it. Her arm whipped around in a wide arc as she cast a wave of power at the Ayrala. It screamed and reared back, only to be struck by Leyn's lightning sting. The dragon huffed a stream of fog as it moved toward her at a trot, not noticing what would be its downfall.
The Oblvionites watched as their prey tripped and fell headlong into a crack disguised by a change in the elevation of the rock. Its neck popped wetly and it no longer moved. She had done it. They had done it.
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