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Fluffesu rolled 5 100-sided dice:
95, 55, 9, 48, 51
Total: 258 (5-500)
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 Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 10:18 am
Character || Xilarn
Stage || Lancer
Battling || x5 Wadani
Battle Stat || 22
Defense || 15
Roll Needed || 80-100
Rolled || 95, 55, 9, 48, 51
Outcome || Win x 1, Loss x 4
Experience earned || 91
Winning EXP
( 13 x 6 ) / 2 = 39
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Losing EXP
13 x 2 / 2 x 4 ( number of creatures ) = 52
Need 1000 words.
(5 creatures = 200 words each)
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 10:33 am
Everything was wrong.
Well, realistically, it wasn't any different than it had been when he first came out to Juahar. Xilarn still traversed the woods on his own, still bolted anytime he heard suspicious rustling, avoided areas he knew were inhabited by creatures he couldn't face, and lingered nearby to familiar places. But it felt different. The forest suddenly felt even more unfamiliar and unwelcoming than it had before. The once muggy air tinged with the scent of sweet flowers and fruits somehow tasted bitter now, like disappointment. And regret.
Not that Xilarn would ever admit that.
Usually, he would've holed up in one of his refuges to brood, but the young Oban didn't want to run the risk of being spotted by one of the natives who'd helped him out before... He had this strange suspicion that both Kennet and Hijil would know if something was out of whack, despite not knowing him for more than a few months time. He wasn't interested in answering any of their questions, or even talking to them, at this point. Talking to anyone really would be a struggle.
He just needed time, needed to find a quiet spot where he could sit by himself and figure out how he could move ahead. It didn't involve returning to Oba, but staying in the jungle may as well be suicide too... The stress would kill him. He'd always feel like he was running from some unseen threat, that some pair of eyes were watching him through the leaves... He couldn't do it. It was impossible.
Xilarn picked his way over the roots as he continued moving. Where he was going didn't matter so much, as long as his legs continued carrying him ahead. Behind him, Gadot followed a few paces back, not allowing the young Oban to leave his sight, though not so close that his presence was felt.
He hadn't been that great at geography, but he remembered names of brief descriptions of certain native lands. If he refused to stay in the jungle and couldn't go home, he'd have to figure out a new place to live... Not Zena. It was frigid and wet there and he wouldn't last a week, and he knew it. That left Tale or Sauti... He wasn't entirely positive what either would be like... Of course, there wasn't anything stopping him from checking them both out. It wasn't as if he had a specific time frame...
Ahead of him, the roots wound around each other. Usually, the large trees with their thick roots lefts plenty of space to travel along the ground. But this area seemed much more dense. The large roots tangled and overlapped each other. In the darkness, it seemed as if continuing forward meant continuing through the thicket. Perhaps he was nearing a stream or something... That suited Xilarn just fine. Running water made a surprisingly attractive sound that he hadn't had the pleasure of enjoying much while growing up in Oba. He still couldn't hear it yet, though... With a shrug, he crouched down and started making his way through the brambles.
Stray branches snagged at his hair, clothes and the top of his spear. But that hardly seemed to matter, as long as he made it to the river on the other side. Crackles and rustles behind him alerted Xil to Gadot scrambling through the roots to try and catch up with him. The raptrix's heavier body shoved and crushed easily through smaller obstacles until he stood at Xilarn's side, a low rumble emitting from his throat.
If Xil heard or cared about the noise, he didn't show it. Loyal pet Gadot may be, but even if they didn't share a form of communication, Xilarn wasn't interested in listening to anything anyone else had to say to him. Even if it was just concerned, warning grumbles. Gadot snorted in annoyance when he was ignored and shoved his way forward to stand before the young Oban. He butted his head against the front of Xilarn's legs. Stupid, irresponsible child. It was one thing if he wanted t wander, but another entirely if he was trying to get himself killed.
They hadn't been in this part of the woods before, so his foolish two-legger would know nothing about the terrain... Or the beasts that inhabited it. Xilarn was distracted and blind in this darkness, making him virtually useless. Gadot refused to be the same. He could neither see nor fly, but he could smell. And there was trouble on the wind.
When Xilarn continued to disagree with him, even going as far to try and bodily shove him out of the way, Gadot growled and shoved him backwards. Xil staggered, crunching through a few smaller roots and sinking the few inches toward the sticky mud below. The Oban scowled and opened his mouth to snap at the raptrix, but he was quieted by a buzzing, a sort of vibrating hum that traveled from his feet up his body.
Xilarn paused. In a way, it actually felt familiar; in a bad way, of course. It tugged at him in a way he knew he should remember, and without thinking much, he found himself scrambling to get back atop the roots. Something touched him. Something hard and plated, and thankfully, Xilarn's first instinct was not to shriek, but instead to reach behind him, unholster his spear and stab downward with all the strength he could muster. Whatever brushed his ankle froze, though the buzzing didn't stop. He yanked his spear free, pulling forth a small mound of hardened carcass from the mud.
Wadani, he remembered suddenly. They'd already almost killed him once, many months ago, but Hijil had jumped in to save him, then. Xilarn's breath caught. It would be rude of him to die by an accident that he'd already been spared from once. Gadot yipped out encouragement as Xilarn hauled himself onto a heavy root and just out of the way of pincers reaching out to grasp him. The large insects emerged from the mud slowly, mandibles clicking together in excitement at the thought of the large prey.
He was outnumbered, though. If he tried to slay all of them, he'd inevitably be caught eventually. For now... It was best to flee. No more dallying. Gadot woofed and leaped ahead, clearing a path for Xilarn along the roots as they made their escape. Besides a few scratches and splinters and torn clothing, they managed to make it back to a less infested piece of forest, even if they seemed no closer to that stream.
((1100/1000))
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