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Smerdle rolled 2 100-sided dice:
20, 64
Total: 84 (2-200)
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 Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2013 9:15 am
Character: Eanah
Stage: Expert
Luck: 47
Dragon: Two Gailis
Success rate: 21 - 100
Win: 60 XP
Loss: 60 / 2 = 30 XP
+1 LUK
+1 LUK EXP
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Smerdle rolled 1 100-sided dice:
74
Total: 74 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2014 8:12 am
Quote: Character: Eanah Stage: Expert Luck: 47 Dragon: One Additional Gaili Success rate: 21 - 100 Win: 60 XP
+1 LUK
"The longer you sit around—"
"Sit?" Eanah stood barefoot in the sand, several dark pools of power hovering in the air in front of her.
"The longer you stand around practicing spells instead of using them for what they were intended, the longer you'll suffer through the pain of recovery."
She let out a sarcastic huff. "Remind me of this day when someone shoots you."
Leyn grinned and shook his head, turning his attention back to their fire pit. Despite her wish to remain stoic in order to make him feel foolish, Eanah smirked too.
"I promise we won't stay in the open for very long. Who knows, we might not even come across any dragons at all."
She stared at him for a long while, finally looking away and chuckling faintly when she noticed Thren. The khehora stood behind Leyn, yawning languidly and rolling his eyes when he knew her gaze had found him. Clearly he thought she was being insufferable. Or maybe he was dying of some sort of devastatingly swift plague.
"Fine. I suppose you're right." She sighed, pulling her magic back into her reserves. "Ready when you are."
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Her pain did ease for a time after they set out, but it grew distracting again long before the dragons arrived. Eanah and Leyn walked side by side through the sand, much as they had the day before, though instead of leaning against him simply because she could, Eanah initially used her former tutor as a crutch because she had to.
"You're all right?"
Her first response was an affirmative grunt, but she followed it with a nod for clarity's sake.
"It was not my intention to injure you further. If it's too much..."
"I'm all right. You thought I could do this before we left. Don't go pitying me now. Besides, I know you wouldn't hurt me on purpose."
Her statement hung awkwardly in the air between them for a moment before Eanah added, "I didn't mean it that way."
"Y... yes. I gathered as much." He swallowed and looked away as they continued on. "Had we known then what we do now, I wouldn't have hurt you then either."
Eanah swallowed, stubbornly suppressing her feelings on the matter. "This is not the time."
"Then when is? You're so... happy when we're back at camp. I can't bear to speak of things I know will upset you there, even if the air desperately needs clearing. What better time to discuss our past than when you're already primed for a fight?"
"What do you want me to say?" She tried to pull away without interference, but Leyn placed his hand on hers before she could lift it from his arm. "I don't want to fight."
"You don't have to say anything. Just listen to me and... try not to panic." He turned to face her. "Please?"
Eanah laughed once, but it was a desperate sound and her brows remained drawn with worry. Leyn took both of her hands in his, waiting until she looked up at him before he spoke.
"Eanah... You should know that I care for you a great deal. I think it's important that I say so aloud, even if you... well, even if it's painfully obvious. Nothing you have ever done has made me want less than the best for you. I dare say nothing ever will. Nothing will make me leave your side, well, um, that is... presuming you never ask me to leave, in which case—"
"Leyn, I..." She glanced over his shoulder, blindly fumbling for her scepter a moment later. "Run!"
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Smerdle rolled 1 100-sided dice:
35
Total: 35 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2014 5:18 pm
Quote: Character: Eanah Stage: Expert Luck: 47 Dragon: One More Additional Gaili Success rate: 21 - 100 Win: 60 XP
+1 LUK
"Thren?"
"He's circling. Going to try to draw the one that remains away, but it might take a while. You know, he left us alone back there so we could... talk."
"Yes. I know."
Eanah looked down at the sandy ground. "The two of you. You're like... I don't know what you are." She slid down the wall with a wince, taking a seat against it. "I'm fine," she added when she noticed Leyn move toward her. "I'll be fine."
He chuckled breathily at the scrabble of claws just around the corner. "So. What are we going to talk about now?"
She looked at him, sarcasm etched in every line of her expression. "Seriously? You want to continue our discussion as if we're just standing about? As if there's not a Gaili outside that wants to kill us? Did you scheme with the dragon as well?"
"No, but this is all rather convenient, wouldn't you say?"
Her sigh ruffled the light fabric of her skirts as he gathered his robes and took a seat by her side. "You tell me you care for me. You say it like I don't know, like I don't feel... Leyn. I know. And I know you were just healing me after my fall, but..."
She swallowed. The silence between them was punctuated by another piercing draconic cry.
"Leyn, I can't... I can't do this. I still have no real idea of the extremes the Legion went to, but I do know they have ruined any chance I had at..." She turned to him, tears in her eyes. "I am broken. I will never be happy."
He reached for her, brushing her cheek with his knuckles and inching closer until their foreheads nearly touched. The Gaili cried out again, but all Eanah could hear was Leyn's whisper.
"You're not. You are not broken. And I have never wanted anything more than to make you happy."
She was surprised to find there were no mental flashes to the torture in her past. No losses of control. No lashing out. She didn't panic or try to run. Eanah simply rested her scepter beside her as she reached for him in return, her lips parting slowly when he kissed her, even though she had no idea how to proceed. As it turned out, she didn't need to know much of anything at all.
By the time Thren sauntered into the cavern several minutes later, Eanah was on her back in the shallow sand, one hand buried in Leyn's loose hair, the other on his bare chest beneath his parted robes.
"Bite her neck."
"Get out of here, lizard," Leyn muttered, tracing his lips down the underside of Eanah's ear and over her jaw, sending a shudder through her that tugged at her wound.
"It is good advice. She won't wiggle around and rip her side so much."
Leyn pushed himself back up onto his knees with a startled intake of breath. "Bloody Soudana, Eanah. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't even feel it. Come back here." She held out her arms, pulling gently at his clothing. "Thren, go."
"No, I shouldn't... I..." Leyn glanced at the khehora, his brows rising in confusion. "What happened to the dragon?"
Thren, covered from nose to tail in blood and Gaili bits, gave the mage a disparaging look. "Dragons. Three dragons. They are gone. You're welcome." He crossed to Eanah's side, picking up her scepter in his teeth and passing it to Leyn. "It is safe at the moment. We should go."
Eanah sighed, rising onto her elbows with a wince she should have anticipated. "All right." She smiled faintly at Leyn, dropping her gaze to his open robes, and laughed when he scrambled to refasten them. "Lead the way."
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