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Smerdle rolled 1 100-sided dice:
47
Total: 47 (1-100)
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 Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 12:58 pm
Character: Eanah Stage: Adept Luck: 12 Dragon: Kiandri Success rate: 71 - 100 Lose: 8(25/16) = 12.5 XP
+1 LUK EXP
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 9:14 pm
She was surprised to find her thoughts tugged back toward the egg in their tent as she scouted for dragons. Leyn refused to hazard a guess as to when it might hatch, and in her mind that meant it could do so at any time. The idea of some newly-born drakein, her drakein, bumbling about until they could get back was unpleasant, to say the least. Who knew what kinds of trouble it would get int—
"Eanah, what are you doing?" Leyn's voice was muted, but even at a whisper it held an edge of exasperation.
"Watching." She straightened. "Just because my mind is elsewhere doesn't mean my eyes have ceased to work."
"Hrm." The girl felt his back shift against hers and she slumped a little when he sighed.
"Do you have a problem with me thinking?"
"Under normal circumstances, no. But the Malro isn't just a haven for Kiandri. It's our battleground. Orderites may attack without warning, even during these relatively peaceful times."
"Yes, I know. Sorry."
"Don't be sorry. Be vigilant."
Her lip lifted in a faint sneering pout, going flat again when she realized he couldn't see it. They sat in silence for a number of minutes before she spoke again.
"Have you ever fought an Orderite? Not just a spar. A serious fight to the death."
She felt him move again and deduced that he was shaking his head before he answered. "No."
She might have assumed as much, considering how much time she'd spent with him these past four years, but she still felt compelled to ask. After all, it wasn't like they had never been apart during that time. Maybe he'd run into a pack of rabblerousers while on his way to visit family. No, she supposed he would have told her about that.
"Do you think we're becoming... soft?"
"How do you mean?"
"We are weapons, forged by Soudana's hatred and unforgiving force, yet we have never truly been honed."
A young Kiandri lumbered out of the dusty dunes in the distance. Eanah watched it, taking note of how clumsy it was on the ground. She raised her staff and aimed at the creature, sending a bolt of power toward it, hoping to hit her target before it noticed them. The shot went wide, spooking the dragon into the sky.
"We're weak."
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