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Lirende rolled 1 100-sided dice:
90
Total: 90 (1-100)
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 Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 8:09 pm
Character: Elleth
Stage: Adept
Luck: 19
Dragon: Kiandri
Success Rate: 6-100
[Win: 20(25/20)= 25 exp]
[Elleth Level to 21, with 21.7 exp left over]
[Elleth Levels again to 22, with 5.7 exp left over]
[Obtains a Kiandri Orb]
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 8:26 pm
She was lost, hopelessly lost as the wind and the dragon fight had swept her footprints away like a broom swept up dirt. Now her sense of direction wasn't so that bad that she couldn't tell which was she was facing, it was the fact that the landscape didn't seem to change much the further she went in any direction. It was maddening enough to make her want to pull her hair out!
Thankfully Elleth was a creature of sensibility, practicality, and in a manner, vanity. All three of those things kept her from following through with her unreasonable feelings, no matter how satisfying it might feel otherwise. With a sigh of long suffering the lavender haired woman kept trudging through the sand, grateful that at least she hadn't lost a sandal to the shifting sucking mass. Absently she rubbed at the back of her neck, and rolled her shoulders. Something didn't feel right.
Abruptly the hair on the back of her neck stood up and Licht found its way into her hand again as a bolt of electricity slammed into her back, propelling her into a tumbling roll in the sand. Sputtering Elleth spat out a mouthful of the gritty matter and quickly hauled herself upright, gazing darting around before settling on the adolescent dragon before her.
Scars decorated its hide and its wings appeared to be useless shreds of flesh on its back. But it still looked healthy and pissed as all hell. Someone out there was really enjoying having a go at her, she thought, as she hefted her blade, ignoring the spasms that jerked through her body still, and the burn of pain centered on her back. The dragon before her let out a challenging cry which she answered with a roar of her own, her body smaller, slower, yet just as deadly as the agile beast bent on her destruction.
The fight was a blur in her memory, bursts of pain accompanied by a mouth filled with copper tinged sand and the sounds of a sword cutting through hide. Her hand was cramping but she refused to uncurl it from around Licht's hilt, as her harness was now nothing more than twisted leather left behind for the desert to claim. In her bag three Kiandri orbs lay between protective padding layers of cloth. Now all she had to do was find her way home.
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