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Lirende rolled 2 100-sided dice:
83, 42
Total: 125 (2-200)
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 Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 8:09 pm
Character: Elleth
Stage: Adept
Luck: 20
Dragon: Firani
Success Rate: 91-100
[LOSS: 30/2 = 15*2 = 30xp]
[Luck Gained: 1 luck with 1/3 left over]
[Level Up: 24 with 28 xp left over]
[Level Up: 25 with 4 xp left over]
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 9:45 pm
[Words: 615]
She knew that she wasn't going to be doing well on this hunt. This stupid, obsessive hunt that was above her level, both before and after her... hm...hiatus. Yes, that's what she would call it. The months of being bedridden, the time loss she'd suffered as she'd once again toed the line between life and death. The injuries that still ached despite being fully healed. She knew when it was going to storm now long before the fat raindrops fell from the sky. Her chest always felt as if someone had reached in and started to squeeze the organs, grip gentle and cruel.
She wheezed as she scaled a sand dune, a feat she'd once been able to do without breaking a sweat. Or rather, wouldn't have broken a sweat if she hadn't been in the middle of the stinking desert. The Malro desert. A place that held nothing but disgusting memories of failure. Sure she'd held victory in her grasp, stood over the smoldering corpses of slain foes. But she'd lost her greatest treasure here, on this continent as well. She still didn't know where Eliji's sword was hidden, if her soul weapon been recovered at all. Just the thought of the weapon being hoarded by some, some creature made her heart hurt and her gut clench with anger.
One hand pressed against the stitch in her side, pushing at the cramping muscle in hopes of easing the ache. Elleth surveyed the land before her, the seemingly endless stretch of shimmering sand, the caves that she could barely make out, the dragons. There were two of them, sunning perhaps, basking in each others presence. They were a distance away on foot, but still close enough to see from her vantage spot, and she was colorful enough to stand out against the yellow sands.
Huffing Elleth let herself slide down the dune, kicking up a cloud that the dragons would have noticed if they were paying attention. She took a moment to stretch out her side, her legs, and her back once she reached the bottom. She adjusted the weight of her blade, so that it settled better across her back. She was glad that she'd swapped out her geta for boots. The sand was hot and her geta really weren't the right type of footwear for a trek like this. (She was glad that she'd remembered that much at least.)
She started to run, her pace slower then what she'd like, but faster than what she'd originally been timed at during the early days of her re-training. She was out of breath long before she found her stride, and easing into it was no easy feat. Her breath came in short inhales followed by a hissing exhale, each inhale pressing against a sharp pain just under her ribs. Air pocket someone had once told her, when her breathing had been funny during her exercises. The pain had faded after a little while of doing nothing more strenuous than a brisk walk. She had no time to indulge in that sort of self treatment. She had dragons to catch.
By the time she made it to where she'd seen the dragons, they were long gone. The sand where they'd laid was still hotter than the spaces around it, so she hadn't missed them by a large margin. Cursing Elleth kicked at the sand before allowing herself to double over, hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. It took her longer than she'd like to admit before she caught it. Pushing upright she pushed her bangs from her face and went to peek into the cave that the dragons had been lazing around by.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 10:02 pm
[Word: 464 / Items Used: Celestial Tear + Elixir Potion]
Her brows rose as she spied what was, almost literally, a dragons hoard. Gems and coins, dragon tears and soul orbs, torn shimmering cloths, tomes, and valuable animal parts. Dovaa skulls with interesting horns lay intact in some places, other spots held just the horns, as if they were nothing more than pleasure game killed for thrill and stories. How...unlike the dragons she knew of, the kinds she'd killed before. But then again, she was learning that her previous way of thinking was obsolete.
The joy of being unconscious for major life changing knowledge to running rampant.
Shaking her head she entered the cave, but only after making sure the two Firani weren't just circling high in the sky, or farther out before turning back to their lair. The last thing she wanted to do was to get stuck in a cave with only one way in and out, with two creatures that could just breath fire at her. She'd be a well charred meal for them before she could do more than acknowledge that they were there.
Her hunt might have ended in a failure, but she'd still profited from it. She took her time examining the loot. The tomes she glanced through, but magic wasn't for forte, and so she put them back, neatly stacking them as she'd been (beaten) taught to do. The orbs were arranged by color and gleefully she stuffed her pouch with them. There wasn't a lot, but what was there added up. She took all of the tears, not even looking closely at which species they were from.
A pretty multicolored one shattered as she picked it up, dissolving into a clear liquid that dried quickly, and left no trace behind. She made a distressed sound and treated the rest of the tears with much more caution. It wouldn't do to have them all shatter because they were fragile and she hadn't noticed. She snagged a few potions without looking at what they were, accidentally breaking one. She hissed as the glass cut into her hand, and the liquid within spilled over it, once the bottle broke. A careful sniff told her that it was only an elixir, and thus safe to consume. Assuming the heat hadn't done anything to the brew. She sucked at the cuts, spitting out the small shards that touched her tongue. She felt a little odd and just chalked it up to the potion, never having consumed one before.
She finished stuffing her small bag and headed out. It was unlikely that the treasure hoard would still be there the next time she came to the desert, not once those dragons realized that they'd been pilfered from. If they were as smart as they seemed they'd move their lair. Still. Their loss, her gain. She'd be keeping an eye out for more little hidden troves now that she knew they were there.
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