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DraconicFeline rolled 8 100-sided dice:
48, 40, 6, 29, 37, 78, 62, 9
Total: 309 (8-800)
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 Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 10:24 am
Naita
Lvl 6 Firani Orakovan
Luk: 4
Luk exp: 1/3
(As of Oct 9, 2014) Zamanavyi
Lvl 9 Unchosen Dovaa Apprentice
Luk: 5
Luk exp: 1/3
As of October 7 Location: Serenia
Attempting: Ysali Dragon x 4 (lvl 5, Luk 1)
Total Luk: 9
Success chance: 10-100
First 4 dice are Naita's
48 (Win)
40 (Win)
6 (Lose)
29 (Win)
Second 4 dice are Zamis's
37 (Win)
78 (Win)
62 (Win)
9 (Lose)
4 wins
Quote: Loot: 20/2 = 10 exp + 4 Dragon Orbs + 4 Luk (Each)
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 11:39 am
It had been two days since they had stepped off of the rickety ship from Ayr and entered the dingy Serenian smugglers port, at the coastal ruins. Red still had not gotten over how different it was from her homeland. It was so bright here – every color was brought out in perfect detail, and every splash of reflected light was like a knife of sunlight to the eyes. Everything was gold and brown, and where it wasn't gold and brown it was a rainbow of vibrancy; intense reds and greens and even silvers and blues. And the openness of it all: The ocean had been disturbing in it's vastness, and the continuous plane of the land, though constricted by trees and buildings, did little to dispel the sense of nothingness that intruded upon her.
It was a too much for the young Dovaa, who was used to clouded skies and shaded canyons. Ayr was an eternity of drab stone corridors, broken up by the occasional murky swamp or lush valley.
It was a relief when Rangion finally led her down a path lined by trees and forest – this at least was confined and earthy, with something natural blocking the void from the sides.
But compared to Ayr's canyons, the trees were short and stubby, and Red felt strangely afraid in their monumental stillness, though she could not describe what she was afraid of: It was ambiguous, an un-solid monster that lurked just beyond the trees.
Red hated ambiguity.
Rangion was not helping. The moment he had stepped onto Serenian soil, he had donned a hood and cloak, looking more like some sort of wraith or ghost than her long-time friend. She'd asked, and he'd tried to explain that it was because he was half Oblivionite, and thus not welcome in the land of light, but Red thought that to be an absurd reason to hide one's face. He had also gone quiet since they had started down the path, and Red followed, uneasy, in the silence.
A silence broken by a deep groan as a blue khehora shoved its way past the brush and, staggering, came to a breathless halt in front of them, bleeding...
(367/2400)
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 11:42 am
Naita had dragged herself a long way from the river, struggling against limbs that refused to work right. Her magic had reacted to her determination, and had heated her, boiling out the rest of the Ysali's toxin from her veins, but the damage had been done: She was still injured, still bleeding, still on the cusp of dying. Naita simply refused to lie down and let it happen.
She dragged herself forward; onward and onward, towards where the dragon had flown and Cid had been taken. She had to find him and save him: she had no other friends. Sure, she had met other khehora in her time, and they'd been her allies for a little while, but none wanted a stray like her around their clan, stealing what resources hadn't fled the Mara. With her Stormborn friends and clutchmates gone or dead, she had only one friend in the world...
The harmless, fluffy Cid.
She hoped to gain his trust and love and soft fluffy cuddles, but if he died... if she died... then there would be no hope of that. This was a personal struggle, one she had to succeed in.
This was vengeance, for Cid, for herself, and for the Stormborn.
And then, as she made her way over the hard-packed-and-paved Magescian path, her body failed her, slumping into a heap with exhaustion...
(593/2400)
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 11:55 am
“What in Oblivion...?!” Rangion exclaimed, throwing his hand back as if that would somehow be enough to hold back his dovaa charge. Red simply ducked under his arm to get a better look.
“It's a Khehora.” Red said after some scrutinizing, very matter of fact-ly. That it was a khehora was obvious. “Looks like its hurt.” Also obvious, considering the blood that seeped from countless gashes along the beast's hide.
No s**t thought Naita, gasping, trying to summon up the effort to move again. This was a pointless delay... she had to get to Cid – she had to.
“Does that mean there's a big, nasty monster here, Rangi?” Red asked, turning to the hybrid excitedly. She was not afraid of teeth or claws: it was the absence of anything that bothered her: She'd welcome a real monster over the ambiguity of the empty forest any day. “Are we gonna fight it?”
“Hmm.” Rangion approached the khehora carefully, his eyes glowing beneath his hood, “These look like dragon bites: theres not much else in Serenia that has claws and teeth like that... so yeah. I guess you could say that it was a big, nasty monster...”
Naita snapped weakly at him. She didn't need his help: she just needed to get going again. “I've got this.” she said, managing to struggle to some semblance of upright, sniffing the air. “I know you.” she slurred at Red, her fuscia eyes blinking as she struggled to place her. “Where the flame do I know you?”
Red shrugged. “I don't know you.” she said. She knew of a few khehora in the area near the tribe lands, but had never met any personally – much to her regret. They seemed so interesting and so truly wild, and she knew she would like to fight a khehora someday, just to test herself against them.
“Well, its obviously alive.” said Rangion, sarcastically, turning to the khehora, “And speaking. Well, was it a dragon? That attacked you?”
“Yeah.” said Naita, “It was two, actually. ******** plant-grubbers...” she managed to get back on her feet. Not that she had anything against Ysali as a clan. In fact, she liked the plant kin, and normally wouldn't be calling them nasty names – poor bastards already had a bad rap. But the ******** dragon had taken her Cid... and she had to get back to saving him. “Now if you two will excuse me...” she said, managing both nonchalonce and a step forward, “I've got a leklan to save.”
Her forepaw slipped as she staggered forward, and she tumbled into a pile of awkwardly folded wings and bleeding wounds. “Damn it!” she roared, trying to move, but she couldn't do much more than extricate her forepaws from under her bulk.
“Rescuing a Leklan...?” Rangion said, incredulously, “Well I have to say, I'm intrigued.”
Red was intrigued too, but was mostly happy her friend was talking. She had missed his voice amidst the wood.
“Tell you what, I'll heal you up a little, and you tell me what in the dark lady's name you mean by rescuing a Leklan.” he approached cautiously, his hood falling back to reveal an amused – if wary – look. “Don't you khehora eat Leklan?”
“Cid... he's my friend... I feed him and hold him and pet him and... I've lost him...” she moaned, allowing the hybrid close – not that there was much she could do about his approach anyway, “Those scallywag dragons took him away.”
“So. You have a pet Leklan.” his hands began to glow softly with light magic, “A khehora with a pet... that's not something you see every day.” He gingerly touched the blue khehora, suddenly jerking his hand back. “Yow! You're blazing... er... what's your name?”
“My name's Naita.” she said. What, after all, was the point in not telling him her name? She was going to die out here and, even if she wasn't, those dragons had probably had Cid for dinner by now. She had failed, or she would very soon. What was the point of secrets that didn't matter anyway? “And I'm a Firani, so I'd hope I'd not be freezing... ha.” she coughed a miserable mockery of a laugh, “Ha.”
“Well, Naita, I suppose that wouldn't be a good thing. I just wasn't expecting it, that's all.” he hesitated, “All right, I'll heal you up and maybe we can help you find your pet. For the karma.” his glowing orbs glanced, slyly, at Red, “Help you kill dragons and rescue your friend.”
Red brightened, as she always did when fighting was on the table. “Yeah! We'll kill all them dragons!”
“But” he said, raising a finger in front of the khehora's face, “You have to promise to tell me the story behind this pet of yours, tell it well, and not eat us. Clear?”
Naita was half tempted to bite his finger, but doing so would have been too much effort. “Whatever.” she said, slumping limply. There was no hope... not until his hands touched her hide and the soft light began to seep into her. With it, hope returned, bright and merry as flame. Her screaming muscles eased, and her taut, pained neck relaxed as her wounds closed, leaving only filmy scars. Feeling returned to her battered legs, and, when the light receded, she felt renewed. Rejuvenated. Better than ever. She lifted her head and stared at him.
“Deal.” she said, flexing a claw, “And I think I ******** owe you, matey.”
“You sure do: Healing isn't even my specialty.” he stood up, “Well, lead the way, khehora. Red and I will be right behind you. Lets get those dragons, huh?”
Red silently cheered, bouncing from foot to foot, as Naita got to her feet and shook herself off. She looked around to get her bearings, and was soon making her way through the woods again in what she hoped was the right direction, emboldened by the promise of help.
(1604/2400)
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 12:35 pm
As Naita moved, she picked up speed, her momentum carrying her careening through the forest. She could smell Cid now, his fear wafting among the leaves alongside the dragon's pompous herbal stench. They weren't hard to pick up despite the natural odors of the autumn forest, a cacophany of leaves and death and decay. Yes... the dragon and the leklan's smells stood out brightly against them, and Naita could follow them with confidence.
Red and Rangion followed close behind, tracking her blue, stained tail amidst the bright colors of the trees. Rangion's hood hd slipped open in the course of their chase, and Red caught a glimpse of her friend's face. he was grinning, his teeth white against his dark skin, framed as it was by bright-colored curled hair. He was excited: and that surprised Red. She had never known him to be particularly ferocious, but here before her, her father's old friend was grinning in a way that twinned her own.
He was, she realized, looking forward to this. Just as she was. She could feel her blood heat, as if it was on fire, and she gripped her axes, longing to feel them cleave flesh and crush bone. This was going to be a fight. This was going to be exactly hat she needed.
Naita roared as she scented the live smell of the dragon. It was close, and she wanted it: she wanted its hide and its blood and its death. “Come and get me, you landlubbing useless brute!” she challenged, her voice shaking the leaves and her breath steaming in the autumn air.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, she broke through the brush into a rough clearing, a patch of forest occupied only by sprawling roots that seemed to have woven themselves together as they had grown, becoming a nest. In the nest were three cheeping young green dragons, nearly the size of Naita. And, towering over them, was their parent, Cid dangling from her claws. He was deathly quiet and still, but Naita could see – with relief – that he yet breathed, and his empty eyes darting around in terror. He was alive.
Merciful ocean, he's alive
The adult dragon narrowed her eyes, her offspring turning to investigate the intruder. “You should not be here, khehora.” it rumbled, arrogance oozing out of every word, “I told you to wait. I even offered to make your end quick.”
“Yeah, well.” Naita collected herself, baring her teeth, “You should have finished the job when you had the chance.” she said, a low hiss escaping her as she readied herself for the fight, “So, now I'm gonna kill you, and your little runts too, and I'm gonna love every second of it.”
“Yes.” said the dragon, “I should have.”
“Are you gonna kill it, mommy?” cheeped one of the baby Ysali.
“Yes, dear, I am.” crooned the dragon. Naita wasn't sure if she should be offended or amused by it's lack of attention to her. “ow, keep an eye on your dinner. I will not be long.” The dragon set down the Leklan and tensed to pounce, all grace and deadly arrogance. “I am in a generous mood, khehora. If it is death that you want, then I will grant your wish, and oblige your impudent impatience...”
Naita didn't wait for the dragon to finish its monologue or to pounce; she made the first move, propelling herself forward with a powerful leap, the baby dragons scattering before her as their mother topped back. She grappled the dragon to the ground, roaring as she struggled against it's superior size and strength.
The baby dragons regrouped, turning with avaricious eyes to the Leklan who had begun to take its oppurtunity to make a shaky escape. As they leapt half-playfully towards it, Red, entering the clearing at a run, threw her axe, catching one of the hatchlings in the head. It shrieked and writhed before laying still.
The other two turned to face the new threats, pouncing at the two Magescians as Rangion followed Red into the fray. He quickly dispatched one of the hatchlings with a swing of his sword before moving on to the mother dragon to act as support. Naita barely noticed his presence, so focused was she on the dragon.
Red tackled the remaining hatchling, wrestling it as it snapped and clawed at her. Pain danced with delight inside her and around her, and time slid to a weary halt. Somehow – she wasn't sure how or when she had done it – she managed to get her dagger in her free hand. It's claws dug into her skin, but, though it was much larger, she was unconcerned: She tore into it with her blade as it shrieked for its mother, merciless and cruel.
It's mother was occupied, though she wanted to spring to her hatchling's aid. Naita was smaller and weakened by her wounds, but she was a vicious foe, and had no thought for fleeing or survival – only for destroying her foe. Newly healed and emboldened by the sight of her pet, she clawed into the dragon, new layers of blood and gore coating the dried liquid that already crusted and stuck to her scales.
The dragon shoved Naita back and, in the space it had won, made a hurking sound deep in its throat and opened it's mouth, aiming at Naita. A foul stench emitted from it's mouth, and Naita felt a sense of hot, angry dread... but before it could do whatever horrible technique it planned to do, Rangion's sword slashed along its hindleg, distracting it. That was all Naita needed to summon her magic and blast the dragon's face with searing flame. And then she lunged. The dragon screamed as she chomped down into the crisp, still-burning flesh and shook her head until it screamed no more.
As it fell, limp, to the ground, so too did it's crying hatchling, it's eye, neck, and lungs pierced, at various times, by Red's blade. The young dovaa staggered back, dripping with her own wounds, from the hatchling's limpening embrace and surveyed the scene.
And smiled.
(2628/2400)
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