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Fluffesu rolled 5 100-sided dice:
53, 20, 92, 33, 47
Total: 245 (5-500)
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 Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 6:36 pm
 Character: Maeron
Stage: Expert
Level: 67
LUK: 65
LUK EXP: 1/3
Creature: x5 Aisko Alkara: Level 65, LUK ≥ 40
Success Rate: Aisko Alkara: 6-100
Rolls:
Win x 5: ( 65 + 65 + 65 + 65 + 65 ) / 2
Loss x 0: 0
Total: +163 EXP ((26/67 --> 54/69)), levels to 69 (+2 levels), +6 stat points to distribute, +loot
Word Count Required: 1500+
Final Word Count: ???
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DraconicFeline rolled 5 100-sided dice:
31, 38, 55, 16, 54
Total: 194 (5-500)
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2015 11:49 am
Raemos Medrol
Lvl 96 Oblivionite Mage
Guardian Sargent
Luk: 75
Luk exp: 2/3 Location: Aisko
Attempting:
Aisko Akara, lvl 65 Luk 40 x 5
Total Luk: 140
Success chance:
6-100
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Fluffesu rolled 5 100-sided dice:
9, 2, 46, 67, 80
Total: 204 (5-500)
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2015 1:23 pm
((Alkara Loot: Nope)) 'Cheer up.' Darke's lithe frame bounded from a nearby snowbank, landing in the unpacked white mass at Maeron's side, and dropping in up to his belly. He chirped in delight, long tail lashing out and swinging up clumps of frozen powder in his exuberance. 'I didn't even think there was a place where this much snow fell naturally! Look at it all! White for miles! We sure were lucky to be able to join the Guardian unit here, hm?'
Mae's expression pinched, and he swiveled to face his Aiskalan companion with a sour pucker to his lips. "This is where people who've done something wrong are sent," he exclaimed curtly. "So 'lucky' is hardly the word I'd use." To be fair, Mae was not enthused by the entirety of the adventure. Everything was cold, white, barren. Even the other Guardians stationed in the area were grumpy. He hadn't seen fit to argue with his orders at the time, since he'd always considered himself accustomed to the cold. Darke, his Bonded, was an Aiskala, master of frozen temperatures, and the magic that linked them gave Mae some sort of affinity to chillier temperatures.
Or so he'd thought.
Standing waist-deep in an ever-expansive snowfall had surely proven him wrong. Why did they even need a base out here? Hardly anyone lived on Aisko, so if the dragons and monsters and hybrids or whatever the ******** else wanted to make it their home, why not let them? It seemed a waste to have a whole unit of Guardians out in the troublesome expanse just freezing their asses off and waiting for some commotion to strike...
((272/1500))
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DraconicFeline rolled 5 100-sided dice:
39, 20, 67, 17, 3
Total: 146 (5-500)
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2015 1:27 pm
Raemos folded his wings under his cloak, hoping to fight off the cold that seeped into their sensitive membranes, and breathed on his un-gloved hands to warm them. Aisko was not the most desirable of posts, but someone needed to protect or clear out the lake area from time to time and Raemos's unit was it. Had been it, anyway – they were being relieved today by another unit. Raemos was looking forward to it, of course, but he felt a little bad about it: Lake Vonafiel, after all, was his sister's namesake and the reason she was alive. He felt he owed it to the lake to defend it, and to those who's desperation led them to it's healing powers to clear it of many of the dangers that lurked nearby. Currently, though, his job was to help the new unit settle in, and wrangle his own unit off their frozen asses and towards home. Who were resting at the moment, enjoying something warm and drinkable in the small town – if town it could be called, having only a few people – that serviced the lake. And so, it fell to Raemos to welcome his fellows in the horrible, deep, awful snowfall... Just another day in Aisko. (209/1500)
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2015 10:48 am
Darke sighed, a long, drawn-out coarse sound that properly depicted his impatience with his boy's grumblings. He took another bound forward, bringing him to the Orderite's side as Mae attempted to plow forward through the snow. He leaned back on his haunches, sucked in a deep breath and blew, pushing out his magic in a wide arc to shove away at the first foot of deep snow and leaving the path clearer and easier to travel, if only by a little. Darke trotted forward, taking up a crouch in front of his purple-haired companion. 'If it will ease your pessimism at all, you may as well ride me. It doesn't do you any good to put on a show for everyone else if you're just going to be this irritable...'
Mae huffed, groaned, sighed, and cast his gaze over his shoulder. His own unit consisted of mostly Orderites, having all come from Ashen City, with a small sprinkling of Dovaa mixed in. Unfortunately, none of the Dovaa came equipped with an elemental affinity to ice, leaving almost everyone (Mae included) shivering, irritable, and silent; save for a few muted complaints. He'd had the good intention of being on the ground with them. But as it stood, they probably didn't appreciate the gesture, anyway. So with little lingering debate, Mae rolled his shoulders. "You're probably right," he agreed at last, sinking his leather-gloved fingers into the soft coat of feathers Darke sported and pulling himself up onto the Alihora's back.
'That's the spirit, Mae,' Darke purred as he rose to full height and trotted off through the snow, gleefully leading the pack of cold, hungry, tired, angry Guardians as they trekked onward toward the encampment near the lake.
Mae couldn't help but notice that there wasn't much by way of comfortable or even moderately secure lodging as they breezed into the Guardian camp. Tents overladen with thick, wooly pelts huddled around fires barely kept alive in the wind and snow. Benches mostly coated with frost just from the day's storm. Mae rubbed at the corners of his eyes. However long he stayed would be far too long. Perhaps the little village nearby had more reliable lodging that he could sneak off to on particularly unpleasant nights.
"Mae."
Darke's voice, low and growling cut through his thoughts. His companion rarely vocalized his actual conversations with his Bonded, so it gave the Orderite a bit of a start. "What is it," he questioned stiffly, feeling an unpleasant nag tear at him through the Aiskala's consciousness, barely staved off and hidden by Darke's will.
"Who are we to be meeting here?"
Mae blinked, confused and put out by the question. With hesitance, he answered, "The unit posted here before us will be returning to Ashen City, I'm sure. They'll only be staying as long as it takes us to settle in, so while we're not necessarily meeting anyone here, we will have to endure a little bit of schedule overlap. I imagine we won't need to put up with them for-"
Darke snapped his teeth and tossed his head, growling all the while as he gazed stiffly and pointedly toward the lone figure, rubbing his hands together and shrouded in a thick cloak. Mae couldn't pinpoint scents in the same way his companion could, but the same recognition washed over him as it did Darke. He'd received letters from the man; knew a few of his exploits, knew that he'd joined the Guardians, same as Mae. The Orderite adamantly ignored apologies, invitations to meet, friendly greetings... He'd been lied to. Not just once or twice but for years. The same lie.
Mae grit his teeth. "Raemos...."
((884/1500))
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2015 8:08 pm
Raemos had known that the unit was from Ashen city. Once, he would have been extraordinarily excited to see them, brimming with boyish enthusiasm for all things so thoroughly Orderite and, moreso, so very much Ashen City. But he had long ago grown out of that and merely smiled as the first of the group approached, riding a... Riding a vastly familiar Alikhora. Raemos' eyes narrowed and his smile faded to something more neutral. It was most certainly Darke, bonded to Maeron, known to Raemos as the beast that had decided to not kill him all those years ago in Ayr. Raemos had never blamed Maeron for what happened. To some extent, he still felt that the incident – which had left him injured and alone in the Ayran wilds - was his fault. He had decieved Maeron, and had hid his filthy secret from the world. That he now wore his darkness plainly and visibly changed little. He had decieved. He had been born wrong and it was only right that he be punished for it... Except, perhaps, he was starting to think that he had been punished too much for too long... no matter. Raemos was a professional, a potential seargent of the Guardians. That it was Maeron – a man he still looked up to and considered a friend, despite having his attempts at communication snubbed for all these years – didn't have to matter. He stood up straight, and saluted. “Corporal Aredan.” he said stiffly, his cloak billowing in the light, but sharp-toothed wind. He returned his hand to it's accustomed spot behind him, clasping it tightly in the other. “Welcome to the Aisko Outpost. I trust that the rest of your unit is close behind you?” (500/1500)
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 10:28 am
It was far too cold for this. Mae was already irritable, hungry, tired, and impatient, but just the sound of the other Guardian's voice grated on him, making his brow furrow and his teeth grit. Even the customary salutation seemed as though it were simply an action designed to rile him further. Mae's fingers gripped the feathers along Darke's neck as he huffed, unable to bring himself to return the salute. The Aiskala beneath him gave a muted rumbled and shake of his head at the tight pinching.
"They'll be along shortly," Maeron murmured, hardly loud enough over wind and smattering snow to be heard. "If we've kept you waiting, it was unintentional." Though it did bring him a touch of private joy to know the Oblivionite had been standing out here waiting for him for some unmeasured span of time in the stark cold, likely freezing those seemingly delicate Oblivionte wing membranes to stiff sheets of ice.
He didn't say that, of course, though Darke did give an amused rumble and a sidewinding swat to one of Mae's legs with his tail. Mae inhaled, let out a calming sigh, and then dismounted. He still had a job to do. The sooner he took over, the sooner Rae could be on his way. "Show me around," he commanded stiffly.
((1103/1500))
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