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Lirende rolled 1 100-sided dice:
32
Total: 32 (1-100)
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 Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 9:45 pm
Character: Elleth
Stage: Adept
Luck: 23
Dragon: Firani
Success Rate: 61-100
[Loss: 15xp]
[Luck: 23 1/3]
[Level Up: 28 2/28]
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 10:31 pm
If there was one thing that she was proud of, it was her absolute lack of ability to let pride color her actions. She never got cocky just because she scored a few victories. Never let herself fall into that false sense of superiority. Because there was always a chance that it would backfire and bite her in the arse. Much like the Firani that was doing it's damnedest to do. She dodged another snap of jaws that would make short work of her bones and rapped it across the snout with the flat of her blade. She couldn't turn it fast enough to hit with the edge, as she was also using it in lieu of a shield. Stab it into the ground and duck down behind it in hopes that the angle was right and she'd be (mostly) protected from the barrage of fire. It wasn't as if there was enough patches of burned skin on her body, or that her hair had suffered quite a bit and would need a trim.
Or that she hurt all over.
Pain was becoming a constant friend and enemy, slowing her down and dulling her reflexes. The Firani snarled, shook its head and launched itself into the air. It roared down at her, as if spitting a curse her way before it turned and wheeled off, powerful wings easily cutting through the air. It knew a stalemate just as well as she did, and had decided to end the battle before they both dropped from exhaustion. Elleth let herself sink down to one knee, gulping down air. How little did the dragon know that she was on her last legs and wouldn't have lasted much longer. Victory had nearly been given to the dragon. She let out a breathy laugh and silently thanked a goddess she knew didn't listen.
Elleth didn't know how long she let herself stay kneeling in gritty sand that was speckled with darker spots, where her blood had dripped. All she knew was that her muscles burned as she moved. She took herself to the closest bit of cover, which turned out to be a thin shrubby looking plant that was both thorny, sad looking, and quite intimidating. Carefully she curled up near the plant, and almost fell face first into the sand as the ground she'd been supporting herself on gave way suddenly. Bone peeked from where sand had covered it.
Curious Elleth brushed away the sand to reveal a skeleton of some poor sap who had come this way, and had probably literally laid down to die. The clothing was in poor shape, but if the body had been victim to the elements it wasn't unexpected. The satchel that they next to the hip was, as it still held items of value in it. Quietly she thanked the bones and covered it up again. It wasn't grave robbing as the skeleton wasn't in a proper grave, and frankly, the items it held were of more use to someone alive than someone dead.
What would a corpse do with a lock picking kit and some rope? Nothing that's what. Taming jewels? Reduced to little more than pretty trinkets and some decoration for those empty eye sockets. Elleth wondered what each colored gem would do, and made a mental note to ask once she got back home. She'd never thought about trying to tame and train a monster. Sure she was used to seeing them out and about with their owners, but she'd never entertained the idea of owning one of her own. Even as a small child she'd never asked for a pet. She wondered if her father had a book about the different creatures she could try to capture. Idly she wondered how much she could make off of selling something she'd captured.
She let the daydream occupy a small part of her mind as she carefully picked her way back to the shore, so that she could start the long journey back home.
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