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Smerdle rolled 1 100-sided dice:
26
Total: 26 (1-100)
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 Posted: Fri Mar 29, 2013 11:26 pm
Character: Eanah
Stage: Adept
Luck: 13
Dragon: Kiandri
Success rate: 61 - 100
Lose: 8.5(25/17) = 12.5 XP
+1 LUK EXP
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2013 5:00 pm
She had tried to reason with the drakein, but in the end, Eanah had allowed him to accompany them on this, their third hunt on Eowyn. It wasn't that she lacked the ability to overrule him—even at the rate his body and mind were growing, Thren still obeyed her when she demanded something of him—she simply didn't want to. Her keinling was strong-willed, "as stubborn as his mother," Leyn had said, but in spite of the multitude of tiny arguments she'd had with the creature, she was quite proud of his mental imperviousness. If she was technically spoiling him by letting him tag along now, she would just have to deal with the consequences later.
Thren waddled along beside her, his pale flesh blending into the sand around them. They had been lucky so far; while all of the Kiandris they had encountered on this trip had been part of a pack, it had been only the most reckless members of these groups who had attacked. Even though they had yet to earn a single soul here, they had emerged from these fights alive and well due to that fact. Eanah scratched at the long scab on her arm, a souvenir from their most recent loss. Mostly alive and well.
The dragon they came across today was completely alone for a change. She was a large female who happened to be sunning herself on the sand, and she didn't seem at all bothered by their presence, at least not until Thren took off at a clumsy run, smacking headlong into the dragon's side and falling back onto his rump with a reptilian laugh. It sounded more like the croaking of some swamp-dwelling abomination than an indicator of mirth, but Eanah recognized it as such due to her connection with the drakein. It was true that she hadn't really taken the time to stress the dangers that dragons posed, but just to walk up to one like that...
"Thren!" she hissed, her hand quickly finding her scepter. Both the keinling and the dragon looked at her in response, and she felt Leyn tense at her side, at least until the large Kiandri turned back to the much smaller drakein and pushed at him with her snout, huffing out what sounded for all the world like an amused dismissal.
"Eanah," Leyn whispered, hooking his fingers into the cloth at her elbow. "I think she's letting us go."
This time Eanah called her keinling with a sharp thought instead of a shout. After a low, disappointed whine, he followed.
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