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DraconicFeline rolled 1 100-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-100)
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 Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 8:22 am
Character || Nuawahn
Stage || Healer
Battling || Scorra x 11
Battle Stat || 20
Defense || 11
Roll Needed || 80-100, 70-100 with help!
Rolled || 19, 44, 8, 85, 5, 84, 24, 18, 59, 42, 7
Outcome || Lose x 9, Win x 2
Experience earned ||
238 exp
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Fluffesu rolled 1 100-sided dice:
92
Total: 92 (1-100)
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 8:29 am
Character || Xilarn Stage || Lancer (2) Battling || Scorra x 11 Battle Stat || 34 Defense || 11 Roll Needed || 40-100 (30-100 with help) Rolled || 92, 44, 84, 39, 60, 1, 100, 68, 38, 10, 21Outcome || Win x 7 (Xil) + Win x 2 (Nua) + Loss x 2 Experience earned || (10 x 6) / 2 = 30 x 7 (number of Xil's wins) = 210 + [(10 x 6) / 2] x .75 = 22.5 x 2 (number of Nua's wins) = 45 + (10 x 2) / 2 = 10 x 2 (number of losses) = 20 TOTAL ll 275
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 8:53 am
It was a good day to be alive in the Tale, Nuawahn decided, as he strolled through the vast Savannah. He had likely started out with a destination in mind, but it was long forgotten. All that mattered was that he would get somewhere eventually, and that his feet continued moving on the ground.
In the distance, he saw a very pretty, tall bird – a scorra. He wondered why it was alone.
Well! That was something to find out, wasn't it? He started towards it, curious...(87/250)
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 1:02 pm
Xilarn literally had no idea what to set as a goal for himself, anymore. He'd always had a certain degree of expectation upon him, after all, from his father, his siblings. Doing nothing - achieving nothing, it might as well be a crime. But with the war over, there was essentially nothing keeping him from returning home. There was no longer a goal or purpose to be had by staying around savage natives. He had... Kennet, of course, but the hybrid had his own family to keep tabs on, and it was solidly rude to expect him to stay at Xil's side like a loyal dog. The only thing that truly kept Xilarn from returning to Oba was a mild sense of terror and dread. His family would despise him. The choices he'd made were rash and poor and the fact that Tendaji had defeated them suited their tastes terribly. Xilarn only doubted Cether had kept his mouth shut about this obvious betrayal... He swallowed, nervous, despite being a large span of miles away from any of them. No, home was not where he- Home. It was to gentle a word for it. In any event, with nowhere to go and nothing to do, Xilarn stayed in Tale. He ambled on, curious as to what this new foreign land, free of the large, swampy trees of Juahar might be like. His feet carried him without purpose, and, careless of his direction, his travels had taken him nearer to Sauti than he was aware of. But forward was a direction for later. For now, the day's camp had already been made. Sure, camp was a rather polite word for the bedroll splayed across a particularly lush patch of grass, but in time, it would be adorned with warm fire and the succulent scent of roasting scorra. He could see the tall bird from where he crouched in the grass. If he hadn't considered himself a savage before, he sure felt the part now as he eyed the beast, spear in hand, taking slow, even breaths in an attempt to remain hidden. And as he moved to throw his weapon and impale the creature, something else caught his eye. A boy? No, a man, wandering straight for the beast. Hesitantly, Xil raised his head above the grass to scrutinize him. Perhaps it was a pet... And, even if he did want to eat it, he hadn't become so base that he would slaughter a man's pet right before his eyes. With a sigh, he rose. ((422/250))
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DraconicFeline rolled 10 100-sided dice:
44, 8, 85, 5, 84, 24, 18, 59, 42, 7
Total: 376 (10-1000)
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 2:29 pm
Nua was sometimes sneaky, sometimes not. Today, he was moderately so, but it was clearly not enough for the canny bird. It saw him. In fact, it looked right at him. He could almost see its beady eyes, piercing and wild. He looked back at it, standing up because, obviously, there was no longer any point to hiding.
They did this for a few moments before the scorra decided that it did not like the looks of this shiny creature... or perhaps, it liked them too much. Scorra were, after all, known to go after shiny things.
It squawked victoriously and, with a flare of its colorful feathers, it charged at Nuawahn, its beak glittering greedily in the sunlight. An obvious threat.
Nuawahn yelped and, having no time to get back on his feet and flee, threw up a wall of magic force, just in time to block the beak that went for his hair. The scorra squawked in frustration and pecked at the sheild.
”Hey!” Nuawahn said, frowning at the bird, Not nice! That is my hair, and I like it very much, so you can't have it!” He thought it was a very reasonable protest. The scorra apparently didn't think so. It shrieked and pecked down at his barrier, sparks flying as the magic struggled to hold the beast back...
(309/2200)
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Fluffesu rolled 10 100-sided dice:
44, 84, 39, 60, 1, 100, 68, 38, 10, 21
Total: 465 (10-1000)
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2015 2:31 pm
Xil's brow furrowed down just a notch as he watched the creature charge. It looked ravenous, downright mean if he was being truthful. It seemed to show no trace of recognition for the slight man, and if the answering yelp and topple was any indication, the blond native was hardly expecting an attack, even as the feathered beast continued to jab down. It (thankfully) didn't seem to be achieving much, but... Xilarn peered a little closer, warily hefting his spear in his grasp. As he watched the blond and the bird, he spotted a faint shield of magic. The man was already on the ground, and hardly seemed capable of fighting off a much larger creature. Pet or not, the scorra really could hurt him, and having a dead pet was better than a cracked skull. With a hesitant rumble, Xil leaned back, positioning his arm and spear in preparation to toss. The man might be mad... And natives didn't need another reason to despise him... Xilarn sucked in a breath. It was only right. He didn't have much of a choice. With a low grunt, he thrust his arm forward, sending the weapon sailing through the air and piercing down heavily into the side of the scorra. It released a choked shriek as it toppled, falling sidelong into the earth and scrabbling desperately. As it gnawed and thrashed at the pole of the spear, Xil moved to blondie's side. Though still hesitant, he offered the man a hand up. "You alright?" ((674/2200))
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2015 11:07 am
Nuawahn cried out as the bird continued its relentless attack. ”No! Stop!” he pled.
And suddenly, before he could shout again or try to fend it off with a spell, it was gone. Warily, not willing to put down his shielding yet, he peeked out around his outstretched hands. No bird.
He put down his shield and looked around. That was when he saw it – the bird, dying, struggling for life. ”Ah!” he exclaimed, noticing the shaft of the spear in its side. He scrambled, unsteadily, to it's wet feathers, but he knew he couldn't save it, not now. It was too pierced, too far gone. Death would soon come for it, as it had come for many Nuawahn knew, and now remembered. As it had come for Amma.
Sadly, he put his hand on the beast's side and, stroked the soft feathers, letting his glowing magic flow in and sweep the animal's life away. It slumped, its death now quickened and painless. It was all he could do.
He lowered his head, looking away. Today was no longer a good day. (491/2200)
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Posted: Mon Jan 26, 2015 12:02 pm
It didn't take a genius (or anyone with ample supply of people skills) to see that blondie was clearly upset by the loss, for reasons Xilarn didn't entirely understand. Slowly, he retracted his hand, rubbing it awkwardly down his pant leg as if he'd touched something dirty, despite having made contact with absolutely nothing. He cast clay-colored orbs to the scorra, scrutinizing it carefully. From what he could discern, it really was a wild animal. Its feathers were dingy and stained, its legs were knobbed and gnarled. If it was someone's pet, it certainly wasn't well-cared for. So why did this (Xil's clipped gaze traveled back to the blond hair of a Wind Earthling)- Wind man seem so upset? It had been attacking him for crying out loud! But he seemed deeply upset nonetheless, and even extended a touch of his magical prowess to ease the scorra along in its death. Weird. Hesitantly, Xilarn knelt next to him, reaching to lightly touch blondie's shoulder. "It was going to hurt you," he tried to explain himself, suddenly finding it crucial that this man knew why he did what he did. "They can be pretty mean, and it didn't seem like you were going to do much to stop it..." His voice was as low and gentle as he could manage, while still staving off confusion and the natural bite that came with not understanding something. "But, ah... We can put it to good use?" He offered hesitantly. "I... probably ruined most of the meat, but I bet some is still salvageable." ((934/2200))
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2015 5:32 pm
Nuawahn looked up at the man sadly, for now not registering that it was an Oban, one that fell race that had turned his life upside down in the war camp through torment and through the hatred of people he loved. Right now, it was forgotten, lost in the fog that whirled, thick and silvery, through much of his mind.
He looked at Xilarn for a long moment, and then nodded. ”It was a mean bird.” he said, agreeing. And it had been. Mean. ”I didn't want it to hurt anymore. Hurting would be meaner.”
He stood, stepping back away from the dead scorra. ”But its your bird now.” he said, a smile flickering on his face. Now that that was over with, he was ready to meet a new friend. That was what strangers were, after all.
”I'm Nuawahn.” he said. His name was the one thing he never forgot. He looked away from the dead bird, trying to focus on the man. ”Who are you?”(658/2200)
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2015 8:35 am
' A mean bird.' Xilarn's brow furrowed as he cast his gaze between the blond and the dead scorra laying at their feet, coated in a thick coat of reddening feathers. 'A mean bird' is what he'd called the beast that tried to maul him and crack his skull with its beak. Somehow 'mean' didn't seem quite the word he would've used. But then, as the Wind male stood and cast Xil a tiny smile, the Oban suddenly doubted the boy- Nuawahn held too firm a grasp of the reality of things. Hesitantly, Xil rose as well, flicking a stray dread over her shoulder and out of the way. "My... name is Xilarn," he replied, not entirely sure if he was willing to give even that much away. But since he was here, and blondie seemed to have no particular degree of immense upset for the lost scorra, Xil supposed it didn't matter. "You're a pretty lucky guy, really." Xil said as he moved down to pick up one of the scorra's limp legs. "You caught me when I was out hunting. What would you have done if you'd been alone?" Nuawahn at been sad to see it die, so he probably wouldn't have done that himself. Guess he could've bored it away with shimmering magic shields. He shook his head stiffly. "Doesn't matter, I suppose." He looked back to the bird, giving it an experimental tug to see how hard it would be to drag back the several yards to 'camp.' "Looks like I'm about to start dinner. Would you..." He hesitated again, unsure, but struggling to maintain an air of politeness, considering he'd need as many allies in these lands as possible, "...like to... join me...?" ((1221/2200))
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2015 9:17 pm
”Mmhmm!” he murmured thoughtfully, ”I don't know what I would have done.” He honestly didn't know. Maybe he would have thrown a spell at it, or cast a light, something to startle the bird and run it off. Or maybe he'd have had to attack it properly. He didn't know, and he didn't have to know – the bad bird was gone, he was safe, and there was a nice fire tribe man.
”I'm really lucky!” he agreed again, and he meant it. Luck seemed to be a running theme throughout his life – he was lucky to be alive. Though he forgot the individual occasions, his memory ephemeral and often lost to the fog, he always remembered that his continued existence was a miracle.
”And I'd love to join you!” the concept of dinner was completely fine with him – the mean bird was dead, and would be dinner, and – again – that was okay with Nuawahn. Life just worked that way. ”I'm hungry, you see.” He tilted his head as Xilarn tried to move the bird, ”And I can help! I'm very helpful!” he said, holding out his hands to take the bird's leg and drag it. He couldn't carry it all the way, obviously, but he could help! Especially since the man was so nice.
Nuawahn liked to help nice men.
”How long have you been in the Tale?” he asked. He knew that Obans were from Oba, and that that was not the Tale. The other details – the exact location of the pass, the war, what he'd suffered at the camp – all of that was mercifully blocked away. Time, too, was not part of Nuawahn's conciousness, but he knew of relative lengths of time. Meanwhile, unbenknownst to the two unlikely companions, a swarm of scorra approached, taking the route of their annual migration, and not caring who they pecked or trampled along the way. They were not yet close, but that route led them straight across Xilarn's campsite.
They would meet, sooner or later(1000/2200)
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 7:11 am
Xilarn tried to appear as at ease as possible, despite the lingering awkwardness he felt around the blond male. He handed off one of the scorra's limbs to his newfound companion, then proceeded (along with Nuawahn's help) to drag the limp creature back to his camp. As he did, he inspected the other lad from the corner of his eye. Slighter in stature than Xilarn was, with a thick mane of barely-kempt blonde curls and a peculiar haze to his bright green eyes that Xil couldn't identify. He knew only one thing of it: it was weird. Blondie was weird, and there was definitely something off about him. He shook his head and returned to the line of questioning he was offered without another word of his own thoughts. "I haven't been here long," Xilarn admitted with a shrug. Certainly not as long as any Wind savag- No, no. He pursed his lips and pinched his brow together, annoyed at how easily derogative thoughts still came to his mind, despite how he actually enjoyed the friendship he had with a few of the natives now. Grumbling, Xilarn continued, "Just since everyone else was here, mostly. But it does... look like most others returned home, hm?" They dragged the bird along through the tall grasses, until they reached the thick, outlying nettles that Xilarn had set up earlier to mark the edge of his 'territory' if it could even be called that. It consisted of about three square yards of space, boxed in with a tent lining one edge, and a 'firepit' (glorified nest of twigs surrounded by stone) in the middle. As far as Xilarn understood, Wind Earthlings were used to traveling across Tale. Nua should feel right at home. ((1511/2200))
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 7:18 am
”I think so!” said Nuawahn, ”The big bad war is over.” that much he knew. And that was a good thing! ”Everybody got to go home, or make a home, or be home!” he said in a sing song voice.
Except for you, Nuawahn. said the not so nice thoughts that lurked beyond the fog, You don't have a home.
But it wasn't that kind of day, so Nuawahn was able to ignore them. Instead, he appreciated the campsite. It was a nice campsite! Full of everything. ”Its pretty!” Nuawahn offered politely. He would have chosen something other than nettles to mark it, honestly, but he had to admit that their dark green color wasn't so bad.
After the bird was settled, and while Xilarn started preparing it, Nuawahn set about investigating the campsite to the tune of his humming... and, of course, making the space a little prettier with a few glow lights and illusions of flowers. He knew he probably should have asked before casting, of course, but why should anybody mind pretty things? That would be truly bizzare.
Bizzare like the sound that reached his ears as the horizon began to darken. Nuawahn thought little of it, though. The Tale had lots of strange sounds, after all, as did every place Nuawahn had been.The scorra stampede approached, their shrieks and chitters and the thunder of their running feet a dull roar in the distance... (1238/2200)
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 8:20 am
Xilarn opened his mouth to retort that he wasn't at home, himself. Didn't even know where or what 'home' was, anymore. But he expected the comment would come out more bitter than he intended, so he caught himself and tucked the thought away to worry about later. Even if he wasn't at home and wasn't enjoying the company of his friends (save for the occasional Gadot, who came and went as he pleased), Xil felt strangely at ease. Tale was windy and rainy and seemingly unwelcome overall, but it was just a quick pass-through as he headed to Sauti, where he could make a new home and not concern himself with anyone or anything else. Xilarn plucked at the feathers of the Scorra's body aimlessly, watching Nuawahn from the corner of his eye. He was such a weird man. Was there a purpose to the hazed-over, spectral images of flowers that suddenly dotted the area? The night hadn't come yet, so there hardly seemed a reason for the addition of glowing lights, either. Xil shook his head with a roll of his eyes, turning his attention back to the scorra at hand and pulling a carving knife from his bag. As long as blondie didn't hurt anything, there wasn't any reason to... to demand that he... Xilarn's gaze pulled up as the air was filled with chatters and squawks, shrill cries and the sound of many clawed toes pounding the ground. Off in the distance, but approaching quickly was a small hoard of scorra. There seemed to be quite a few of them... More than one spear could handle, probably... Eyes narrowing in aggressive attention, Xil Rose from his would-be meal and moved to grab the fabric around Nua's shoulder. "Hey you. You can do magic, right? Maybe something bigger than a little shield? Something meaner?" ((1817/2200))
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Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2015 9:04 am
Nuawahn skipped back a little at the pull of his scarf, frowning in sweet, confused surprise at the man. ”Hmm?” he blinked, ”Oh! Yep! But why...” His attention drifted to the noise again, and he squinted at the colorful throng in the distance.
”Oh.” That was a lot of scorra! ”Ohhh, yes! I can do big magic things!” he said amiably, gently working his scarf from Xilarn's hands, ”I can do a little mean.” he supposed. Mean was not his thing. It was probably more this man's thing, by the look on his face. Xilarn, Nuawahn thought, needed to smile more or his face would get stuck like that, and it would be funny. Those Scorra needed to smile more, too. Or... whatever Scorra did instead of smiling.
Nuawahn trotted to the edge of the camp and looked at the Scorra for a moment before he began to move his hands in the gestures of spellcasting. If light hadn't swirled around his hands like a sort of ground bound aurora, it might have looked like just more foolishness on Nuawahn's part, even with the expression of intense concentration on his face.
However, Nuawahn had had to survive many hardships. Granted, he forgot them all, and he rarely had to anything expressly destructive, but he had some good survival skills and a few spells. He gestured with his hands in a pausing gesture and, strangely, the scorra seemed to pause... or, rather, they seemed to slam into some sort of invisible structure, pile up into a shrieking, squabbling pile of angry birds, overflow over the invisible structure from the sheer force and numbers of their charge, and then pour out onto the ground; struggling, bickering, stunned, and angry.
Nuawahn giggled apologetically. ”Sorry,” he said, laughing, preparing another spell as the Scorra began to, disorganizedly, recover. ”Was that mean enough?”(1546/2200)
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