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Fluffesu rolled 3 100-sided dice:
3, 45, 52
Total: 100 (3-300)
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 Posted: Thu May 14, 2015 3:21 pm
 Character: Roseryn
Stage: Adept
Level: 39
LUK: 40
LUK EXP: 0/3
Creature: x7 Kiandri Dragon: Level 25, LUK ≥ 10
Success Rate: Kiandri Dragon: 6-100
Rolls: 3, 45, 52, 67, 15, 55, 79
Win x 7: 12.5 + 12.5 + 12.5 + 12.5 + 12.5 + 12.5 + 12.5
Loss x 0:
Total: +88 EXP ((8/39 --> 17/41)), levels to 41 (+2 level), +6 stat points to distribute, +7 Kiandri Dragon Orb
Word Count Required: 2100+
Final Word Count: 3249
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EchosSweet rolled 3 100-sided dice:
54, 58, 64
Total: 176 (3-300)
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 6:30 am
 Character: Charlotte
Stage: Apprentice
Level: 1
LUK: 1
LUK EXP: 0/3
Creature: x7 Kiandri Dragon: Level 25, LUK ≥ 10
Success Rate: Kiandri Dragon: 6-100
Rolls: 54, 58, 64, 45,1, 46, 88
Win x 7: 12.5 + 12.5 + 12.5 + 12.5 + 12.5 + 12.5 + 12.5
Loss x 0:
Total: +88 EXP ((0/1 --> 10/13)), levels to 13 (+12 levels), +36 stat points to distribute, +7 LUK ((1 --> 8 )), +7 Kiandri Dragon Orb
Word Count Required: 2100+
Final Word Count: 2142
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Posted: Fri May 15, 2015 7:15 am
He didn’t know how much longer he could endure these conditions. Roseryn had done his best to turn his natural abundance of ‘charm’ on his brother, pleading desperately with the younger lad that they please rent their own room, somewhere decidedly not so intimately interwoven with the other rabble of the Celestial Plane’s children. Quince refused, stating that he wanted the ‘whole experience.’ He wanted to spend nine nights bunking with smelly, ill-washed, peasant-born scum, some of which had a terrible tendency to snore, drool, or otherwise flop about in their sleep. It drove Roseryn mad.
He already took issue enough with the practice of sleeping, time-consuming thing that it was, so there was no need to add elements that made it that much more difficult. Quince was brave enough to endure and tolerate. Rose was not. In the inklings of the morning, when the sky was still pitch-dark and the town was still silent, Roseryn slunk from his room. ‘His’ room. So polite and inaccurate, as there were four other youngsters he had no desire to remember the names of stuffed in there with him.
Hopefully Quince would wonder and worry over where he’d driven his brother off to. Maybe so much so that they wouldn’t have this issue in the coming nights. A bit of a far-fetched plan, but Rose had his hopes.
For all his foul mood, it was nicer outside. Not stuffy with air being breathed by too many people shoved in one room. There was a nice breeze trailing off from the ocean. It was crisp, lacking the heat of the desert sun. Very acceptable. He hummed softly, stretching his arms over his head as he left the packed dirt road behind for the sand of the beach. So empty. So quiet. So serene. No one to bother him or harp him or make unnecessary noise. Just the wind, the waves, and the sea birds.
And the two shadowy figures tucked along the underside of the docks. Roseryn stilled, squinting at them from where he stood. In reality, they probably weren’t terribly out-of-place in this backwater, podunk town. But they did manage to look ridiculously suspicious. It wasn’t his business. Had nothing to do with him. Rose slunk forward.
((374/900))
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 7:56 am
Charlotte hummed while she rummaged. Trinkets, shinies, valuables, and notables. These were the things she hunted for in the small shop at the edge of the port city. The windows had been dark. She picked the lock and strode inside unhindered. Now, she wasn’t completely unreasonable. She didn’t want to take enough that theft would be noticed. But she did want things. And things were easier to come by in towns than they were on a ship.
Once she’d packed her little satchel full of enough oddities and things of worth, she headed out, back to the beach and back to the ship. Streets were empty. No one stopped her. No one questioned her. There was otherwise little of interest until she arrived back on the beach. Her face turned to the docks, where two men, one her father,the other probably the town smuggler interacted. Uninteresting.
Less so was the boy half perched in the reedbeds. He looked like a lad that knew he wasn’t supposed to be somewhere. Char smirked, taking quiet steps toward him until she could toss an arm around his neck. She wished she’d had her knife. Really give the feller a heart attack. “Ey, laddie. You wouldn’t happen to be up to no good, would ye?”
((212/900))
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 8:37 am
Even while Roseryn strained to familiarize himself with the antics of the shady strangers, he was not oblivious to other sands that washed across the sands; the crinkle of reeds, the lapping of the waves, the clinking of metallic objects tucked in a pouch. He stilled, and diverted his awareness back behind him, off to where the sounds of boots scuffing through sand could be heard. Even without looking over his shoulder, he knew the figure was small, lithe, dainty. His mind clung to that. If it was small, he could overpower it, and with the bed of shrubbery at his beck and call, he shouldn’t have a problem restraining it, either.
He grinned a bit to himself, waiting for the other to approach and- Attack him? Threaten him? Reprimand him at very least. He was still just a teenager, after all. ‘Attack’ might seem… brutal to some people. But when an arm looped around his shoulder, fingers brushing at the hollow of his throat, Rose stiffened. Her words- definitely female- were soft, dusting against the side of his neck and drawing an immediate frown across Roseryn’s face. “I was enjoying a walk on the beach,” he murmured, posture stiffening but still refusing to turn and face her. “If anyone is up to no good here, it’s certainly you.”
((593/900))
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2015 8:50 am
He smelled nice. Weird for a boy to smell nice. Weird for much of anything to smell nice. She tipped her nose up to brush against a dangling red curl. Like grass and flowers and a kick of spice. His clothes were nice. Soft, straight, lots of buttons and clasps and metal bits. Orderly. She stepped back and tilted her head to the side. It was dark. She couldn’t see terribly well. But he was definitely a noble. And horned. A Dovaa noble. Didn’t see many of those, since she couldn’t venture into their realm. She grinned. “I like the way you smell. What’s your name?”
((318/900))
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Posted: Mon May 18, 2015 8:31 am
Every muscle in Roseryn’s body went abruptly rigid, stiff, still, perching in the sand in preparation to flee at any minute. She sniffed him. Like an animal or barbarian or other savage of some sort. She sounded young, and it wasn’t particularly strange for children to do awkward and impolite things like smelling people and then commenting on it. But there were very few youngsters Roseryn had patience for. She was likely not one of them.
He lurched forward, spinning on his heel as his hand fell automatically to the hilt of his rapier. “My name is Roseryn Vayne,” he snapped unceremoniously at her, gaze scraping down her frame. As he’d expected; small, lithe, definitely savage, if the fluttering wings were any indication. The Orderite did not smell as nice as she claimed he did. Kind of like sweat and salt and dirt. And she’d had her arm around him. Rose tried not to grimace at the thought and tried even harder to resist the impulse to dust himself off. Smells and filth and wings aside… her eyes were another matter. Large and vibrant and a color unlike any Dovaa could ever hope to attain. They were probably the only remarkable thing about her. And it certainly wasn’t enough to impress him.
He shrugged backward another step, holding an unamused and unapologetic expression. “You’d do well not to act so informally. If I’d suspected you were anything more than a little girl, this would not have ended-”
“Rose!”
The Ysali’s head snapped back sharply to where the two figures had been conversing, before darting over to where Quince was making his way down the beach. Loud, thoughtless idiot. Roseryn bristled immediately. “If you could use your great sum of willpower to keep your voice down-” Rose hissed, toxic orbs wide and arms going out to make a placating gesture to usher his brother into silence.
But Cici didn’t seem to mind. He approached them carelessly, strolling through the reeds and over the sands with his arms crossed behind his head. When he moved within normal speaking distance, he blinked in confusion. “A girl? What are you doing out here with a girl at this time?” He gave her a quick once-over before grinning. “Not even a Dovaa. I didn’t think you’d ever-”
“I wouldn’t!” Rose yipped defensively,not completely sure of where this conversation was heading, but also knowing for a fact that further commentary was unwelcome.
((1000/900))
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2015 8:32 am
Charlotte snorted out a laugh. “Isn’ ‘Rose’ a girl’s name?” It suited him, but someone had a right comical sense of humor when this lad was born. Prickly thing, he was. Like his namesake flower. She liked the other boy that joined them. He worked up a smile for her. Seemed willing enough to poke fun at ‘Rose.’ Looked like a noble too, though. Friends? Brothers? ...Lovers? She guessed it didn’t matter. He was here now. “Name’s Charlotte.” She tailed Roseryn’s gaze off to the spot beneath the docks.
“You worried about them? Don’t be. That one’s-” She pointed to one of the men. “me daddy. He wouldn’t hurt a couple a little lads. Less they were askin’ fer it. We docked here to do some… trading. Be in and out before you know it, no questions asked.” She dusted her hands. “In the meantime, you guys don’ have any food on ya, huh?”
((472/900))
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2015 9:01 am
‘Trading,’ hm? Her speech and dress suggested ‘trading’ was a rather kind term for what was going on. Rose didn’t actually see a ship anywhere, so he doubted they had a great desire to be noticed. nevermind the location of the exchange and the time of morning. It truly was abhorrent to let them go unpunished… But then it wasn’t much his business. Someone else would incur the loss of the proceedings. With a grunt, he turned back to the girl, Charlotte. “Whether it’s a girl’s name or not, it is my name and deserves your respect.”
“Rose,” Cici hissed softly, thrusting his elbow into his older brother’s ribcage. His attempts at discretion were hardly even worth mentioning. He linked the Ysali’s arm with his and tugged backward, moving back a few paces with hopes that it would bring them out of earshot. “Be nice to her,” he commanded lowly. “Maybe you haven’t noticed, but you don’t have a lot of experience with females outside of your own family… Mother will want you to marry before she dies, you know. And while it’d be easy enough for Father to arrange something, I can’t help but think kids will come easier-”
“What does that have to do with anything? It isn’t as though I’m going to marry this girl. Gods forbid. So why should I have to go out of my way to be courte-?"
“Because you need the practice. And it’d probably better to have it on someone you won’t be spending much time with. A day, tops. C’mon, go, go,” Quince encouraged, shooing his fingers against Roseryn’s side in an effort to get him going. “Tell her you’ll hunt with her to find a snack. That should please you. You can show off a little too.”
“I don’t want- Hnn-” He took a lurching step forward, back toward the girl before Rose tossed an anxious look over his shoulder. “Fine, but don’t leave me alone. You’re coming too.”
The whole exchange was awkward and unwanted and left Rose with a tinge of pink to his cheeks as he moved back toward her. “We… would be happy to escort you-” Quince pressed his fingers encouragingly between his shoulder-blades, as if attempting to coax him into a polite bow. Rose spared a moment to swat back at him with a snarl. He had his limits, and this was far enough. “-escort you to… To hunt. We’ll hunt with you, if you’d like.”
((1411/900))
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 9:32 am
Queer lads. Charlotte crossed her arms and rose a brow at them as they moved back in front of her. They surely had ulterior motives. But the younger one seemed alright enough. And the older one had to be harmless, anyway. He couldn’t really be too much older than her. She could down him with one swift kick to the nads if things got hairy. Yep, it’d be fine. Ignoring the fact that they’d just held a conversation in front of her without her, Char shrugged. “Seems like it ta be more work than I wanted to put it, but yeah, can do.”
Now she really wished she had her knife… If it was a hunting they were to go, she’d need some kind of weapon. Her bag of coin and trinkets would have to do. Thanks to earlier travels, she wasn’t completely unfamiliar with Eowyn and would probably be just as much use as sheltered Dovaa boys. But a thought struck her.
“Oh, but you.” She jabbed a finger in Quince’s direction. “Still dunno yer name, lad. If yer coming on a hunt and plan to eat in front a me, really gotta know yer name.”
((669/900))
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Posted: Thu May 21, 2015 10:20 am
Roseryn glowered at his brother. This whole Eowyn escapade was turning into more trouble than he’d bargained for. Home was rough, but already here seemed far worse. Kids and girls and grime and muck and other unsavory souls. Ten short days, he reminded himself adamantly. It’d be over soon enough. For now, they walked, making their way off the beach and back into town. Why hunting seemed a better idea than buying the girl a snack and sending her on her way, he’d never understand. Although, a glance toward her satchel made the young Ysali feel as though she wasn’t terribly inclined to ‘buying’ anything.
If he could help it, he didn’t really want to be seen with her.
As they headed out past the beach, out of town, and into the lands beyond, Quince beamed. He didn’t know what it was about the girl, Charlotte that made her interesting. She had a sense of wild about her that was unmatched even by Laesara. And Quince had always assumed that was just because she was Orderite. But this girl was untamed on a whole new level. “I’m Quince,” he told her with a short smile. “My brother and I made a trip with our classmates to explore the shores of Eowyn, which has merits of its own, but really, I’d be much more interested in the train of events that brought you here.” A young girl running amuck by herself at night in an unsavory Eowyn port town? Exciting! Never mind that her father was definitely a smuggler and she was clearly a thief, herself.
((1676/900))
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 8:19 am
Charlotte nodded in understanding at Quince’s words. Yeah, as she’d thought. Stuck-up little twerps, just out here cause someone else saw fit to bring them. She clucked her tongue and shifted her feet before heading after them as they headed out. Roseryn and Quince. Someone sure liked flowers. That or they really wanted to ******** with their poor kids, giving them flowery, frilly, girly names. She shrugged. If they didn’t care, she wouldn’t point it out.
“What brought me here, huh?” Char hummed, tapping her chin. “A ship, of course. Dunno about the ‘why’ specifics. Me daddy said I can learn when I’m older. Too dang’rous now. So it should be right fun, when it come ‘round. Prolly more fun than wanderin’ on my own, meetin’ strange Dovaa boys. So I gotta get real good at takin’ care a myself, so I won’t be a bother when things get sticky, ya see.”
The trading and the bartering and the people meeting were all well and such, but really the fun was in the ‘sticky.’ The fun and the danger and the excitement. One day it would all be hers.
((858/900))
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Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 9:25 am
Roseryn rolled his eyes. Cici had to understand by now that whatever business the girl was in really wasn’t something they should want to be part of. And given the clues: a ship, smuggling, danger, seedy trading, Charlotte’s speech- they were pirates. It was impossible that Quince couldn’t see that. And yet, when Rose looked back at his brother talking to the little blond girl, he saw excitement, eagerness, and wonder. By this point, Rose could see plain as day that their own father wasn’t exactly chivalrous and honorable, so he really shouldn’t judge the young female for that. But his Cici really had no business staring at her with wide-eyed childlike splendor.
So before his brother could further make a fool of himself by playing into his own excitement, Rose hummed out in a very neutral tone, “It seems plenty dangerous for you to wander the desert with strangers…” His gaze roamed out to bright flashes and crackles appearing over the dunes. If he squinted hard enough past the light, he thought he might’ve seen wing tips flapping and tails swaying. “Anything can attack without you realizing it. If you want to be stronger, perhaps take on some opponents who would otherwise devour you whole.”
“Roseryn-” Quince warned on a low note as he followed the direction of his brother’s stare. “I don’t really want to be the cause of this girl’s injuries… We should avoid-”
“Nonsense,” the Ysali purred, sweeping his brother’s complaints away with a flick of his wrist. “We’ll be here. That’s plenty enough protection, I think.” This, at least, should satisfy a bit of the younger male’s cravings for adventure. When he became this peasant’s knight in shining armor, he’d realize impressing her was no great feat, and he’d move on. They could put this mess behind them.
((1979/900))
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 8:11 am
Char looked out to where the older Dovaa boy had his gaze trained. Across the sand, over the dunes and rocks, out to where the first light of dawn was seeping across the horizon. There were other flashes. Other, not-sun lights sparking through the sand. She listened. Above the wind, there were different noises. Gnashing teeth and flapping wings and roars. Charlotte froze mid-step. “Dragons?” She asked lowly. She looked over her shoulder, toward the ocean, toward the ship, and toward her father. They’d been attacked by Peisio while sailing before, but her daddy had always been there to keep her safe. She’d never come face-to-face with a dragon with only a couple little boys at her side.
But Roseryn’s tone suggested challenge. And Quince clearly didn’t believe in her. With a smirk toward the lads, she moved forward again. “I’ll take ‘em on, no sweat. Dragons can’t do nothin’. You’ll see.” They looked busy fighting amongst themselves, anyway. She could distract one and let another kill it… Hm… But she didn’t have a weapon of her own. It would be pretty interesting if she came too close with nothing to defend herself. It was too late to back down.
She scrambled up over the rise of a dune, laying low and peeking from the safety it offered. There really were dragons. A whole family, it seemed like. Or maybe rival families, fighting over territory. Dragons behaved as such, didn’t they? They looked really mean, though… Smashing wings and teeth and tails against each other and spitting lightning from their maws. One of them reared back and opened its jaws. Static gathered there, collecting in waves of crackling energy until it speared forward, lancing through another, smaller dragon.
Char stilled. From afar, the flashes and crackles meant nothing. Up close, the scene paralyzed her. Filled her with dread. Lightning was never good news on the high sea. It meant danger for all her crew. And here, dry land, or not, it seemed just as perilous. The smaller Kiandri lay smoking in the sand, and Charlotte wanted to leave. As she shifted her weight to head down, the sand gave way, and she toppled down to the other side. The side with snarling dragons.
((1231/900))
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Posted: Thu May 28, 2015 10:30 am
“This is foolish.This is foolish and unnecessary. Why do you wish to see her hurt so? She’s just a little girl, Roseryn. Not deserving of so much spite at all.” Quince stood to his brother’s side, arm caught in the Ysali’s grip to hold him in place as Charlotte ascended the rise of a dune, kicking up sand in her wake and leaving notches in the earth where her feet dug in. The younger male watched her intently, watched her climb to the top, watched her perch on the edge, watched her go still. She was smaller than either of them, thinner too, with no way of defending herself from small creatures, as far as Quince could tell.
From where he stood, the dragons didn’t seem to be as sizable as some of the creatures from his father’s tales, but they were still too large for her. He would probably be fine, himself, despite not being particularly magic-oriented as of now, and his brother had more than one way to take care of himself. But her Quince swallowed, leaning forward in preparation to break Rose’s hold at any time and pelt after her.
“Just relax,” Rose hummed softly, in no way easing Quince’s stress. “Children younger than her fight dragons to pass the time. It’s a rite of passage; a necessity in this world. There’s next to nothing to concern-”
“Not Kiandri dragons. Not untrained and untried little girls. Not someone with no means of defending-” Charlotte slipped over the rise and out of sight. The Dovaa boy wrenched his arm free of Roseryn’s hold and pelted after her, clambering gracelessly up the dune and pulling his two-handed sword free of its sheath. She toppled to the bottom, and whatever movement and noise she’d made caused the larger dragon to turn its glare on her. There were others, Quince knew, but that one was his first and most dangerous enemy.
It beat its wings as it turned its body toward her. Long claws grazed the sand as its tail swept out. It dove for her, fangs bared; a little girl hardly more than a snack, and Quince lept. He flung himself from the top of the dune, angled his blade down, and thrust all his weight and strength into piercing the tip of his blade through the dragon’s thick skull. He crashed downward, landing in a practiced roll through the sand as the dragon burst into orbs. “You alright?” Quince demanded as he turned to face her.
((2397/900))
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