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Smerdle rolled 3 100-sided dice:
46, 22, 29
Total: 97 (3-300)
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 Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2013 8:26 am
Character: Eanah
Stage: Expert
Luck: 35
Creature: Three Drouil
Success rate: 6 - 100
Win: 57(30/57) = 30 * 3 = 90XP
x3 poison pouch
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Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2013 6:12 pm
She technically didn't need the money. The Sanctuary provided her with food and shelter that, while not the most luxurious on Soudul, was more than adequate for her current needs. Every so often, she did wish for a proper house with room enough for Thren, but she knew that particular fantasy was a long way from being fulfilled. In response to her sillier daydreams, Eanah generally took on an odd job or two for someone in town, squirreling away the pay she received in a magically locked box she kept under her bed.
Today, Eanah had that selfish desire to assist those less battle thirsty than she. It was too bad the hiring board in the public square was woefully empty.
"So, it's a tossup between this drouil infestation or a pack of rabid dunkel," Leyn said, his mirth leaking through his attempt to sound as dour as Eanah looked.
"Neither. I despise both. They offend me."
"Oh ho ho!" Leyn lifted his nose in the air and took several poncy steps toward Thren. He bowed, returning to Eanah's side after the drakein had clumsily copied the gesture. "Excuse me, prissy britches. Normally, I'd say beggars can't be choosers, but we have two whole choices right here."
Eanah sighed, glancing back and forth between the pair of postings. Drouil were ridiculous beasts, and she could only imagine how idiotic they would look chasing them down. But... rabid dunkels were far worse.
"Drouil. Fine."
"Clownshells it is. Was that so difficult?"
She glared up at him for a long moment, then in a rare show of intentional foolishness, Eanah brought a hand up to her mouth, crooking it in an impressive approximation of a drouil beak. She stretched her sockets wide, bent over at the waist, and trundled off toward the carriage house, doing her best impression of one of the beasts they were off to hunt.
Leyn stared after her, mouth slightly agape, then, just as Eanah rounded the corner and waddled out of sight, he laughed so loudly and sharply that a passing priestess gave him a dirty look. He hurried after Eanah, following a quick apology to the sister, Thren trailing close behind.
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Koralifel and its surrounding grasslands were far more pleasant than usual today, but Leyn wasn't paying much attention to the flora and fauna. It was clear to Eanah that he was preoccupied with her presence, a fact that might have loosed a whole new and interesting variety of butterfly in her stomach had he not accompanied each of his covert glances with a soft snort or chuckle.
"Was it really all that funny?" she asked, her scepter raised and ready to strike any stray drouil they came across.
Leyn was polite enough to look surprised by her question, like he hadn't been laughing over her performance all afternoon, but soon his teeth stood out against his dark skin once again as he smiled.
"Yes."
She swung at him with her weapon as he broke out in another chuckle. "What? You never joke around like that!"
"Yes, I do!"
"When? And with whom? I have never in all my days seen Eanah, hardened dragon killer, put on such a..."
In the space of an exhaled breath, the jolly amusement enveloping the trio fled, leaving Eanah gasping into silence as Leyn quickly came to the realization that something wasn't right. She stopped walking, fanning her arms out slightly to steady herself and dropping her scepter in the process. He circled around in front of her, reaching for her shoulder as she flinched away.Get up.
She felt the sharp jab of a heeled boot at the small of her back,
every bit of her being screaming that she should rise to her feet,
that it would all end if she could just get up. Her legs were water,
and even though she knew what would come if she disobeyed,
she couldn't convince them to hold her weight. She braced her
hands on either side of her torso, sand clinging to the blood
and viscera that already coated them.
Our hardened killer. So weak when it actually matters.
The boot left her flesh, and for a moment she had hope that
she might be spared, but her hope was misplaced. When the
boot connected again she cried out, her voice small and broken. Leyn ignored Eanah's blind flailing, moving closer and wrapping his arms around her as she calmed. When she could think again, she found hers curled around him as well. She extricated herself slowly, giving him a shaky smile.
"I'm sorry. That won't happen ag—"
Eanah grunted as she was suddenly shoved to the side, landing on her hip in the grass. She rolled into a crouch, flinging a thin bolt of power at the drouil as it pinned Leyn to the ground. It hopped back with a hiss, swinging its tail in a wide arc. She struck it again before it could sting her companion, and he nodded his thanks as he hopped to his feet and moved away, splitting the animal's attention. Another drouil joined the first, and a third was corralled into the fray by a chortling Thren.
"Fry clownshell!" the drakein screeched, his laughter reaching a piercing pitch as Leyn aimed lightning at the drouil. Eanah followed his blast with another of her own, Thren chomped and bit, and soon the displaced creatures had been eliminated.
Eanah looked down at her hands as she caught her breath. They were clean.
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