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Mriae rolled 3 100-sided dice:
18, 61, 82
Total: 161 (3-300)
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 Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2015 8:58 pm
Character: Ebalia
Stage: Apprentice
Luck: 1
Creature: Ysali Dragon x3
Success Rate: 90-100
Win x #: 0
Loss x #: 3
Total: +9 EXP, Levels to 4 with 3/4 EXP leftover, 3 LUK EXP (1 LUK rank)
Word Count Required: 900
Final Word Count: 1,027
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 7:17 am
Although the Forest of Endeldarth was practically a hop, skip, and a jump outside of Obsidian City, Ebalia had never ventured out there in all of her years. Until now, that is. A few days ago, she probably wouldn’t have thought to take a trip out into the woods, since she didn’t have any means of defending herself. Yet that wasn’t the case anymore. The young Oblivionite had obtained her very own weapon, and whatever she came across within the mushroom-covered groves wouldn’t be as difficult to deal with, had she been unarmed entirely. With Lifedrinker to help her, Ebalia actually felt kind of invincible. Nothing was going to stand in her way right now – not dragons, nor beasties. They would be scared of her.
The first Ysali dragon that Ebalia stumbled across popped up quite unexpectedly. The apprentice certainly wasn’t on the lookout for any such creatures, at the time. She was more so just walking through the forest, exploring everything that it had to offer, and taking in the sights. The dragon, itself, had been dozing under a pile of leaves, when she stumbled across it, literally. Luckily for Ebalia, she was rather quick on her feet, and despite her stumbling, she managed not to fall to the ground. While her dexterity caused her to grin with confidence, the growl that the dragon emitted from its throat made it fade away, tugging downward into a frown right quick. Well, crap – that didn’t sound good at all!
”Don’t even think about it,” warned Ebalia, who instinctively reached for the dagger that she kept in her coat. Yet the warning fell on deaf ears, and the dragon lunged at the girl, snapping its jaws at her as it got in close. The girl’s dexterity came in handy yet again, saving her from being bitten by the annoyed plant dragon. The second it moved in to snap at her, Ebalia rolled and managed to scramble away. There was no way she was going to take on that dragon now! She wasn’t dumb. If anything, she’d wait until she had the most opportune moment to sneak up on a dragon before striking. With that in mind, the girl ran off deeper into the forest, eager to get away from the dragon who wanted to hurt her. She knew when to pick her battles, and that time was not one of them.
(Word Count: 399)
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 7:51 am
After walking for a few more hours, Ebalia found herself exhausted and in need of a break. Truthfully, the dragon coming at her had scared her a little bit, even though she wouldn’t admit to such things openly. It was her first time coming across a dragon in person, after all. Anyone in his or her right minds would be a little afraid. While trying to push that encounter behind her, the young apprentice found herself flopping to the ground the moment she came to a secluded copse of trees. Yes – this would be the perfect spot to rest, she determined. Not only could she catch her breath, but she could regain her bearings yet again.
”This seems as good of a spot as any, don’t you think, Lifedrinker?”
Of course, weapons couldn’t talk. The dagger didn’t respond to the girl’s question, but she didn’t seem to mind that. She spoke to her weapon more for her own comfort than anyone else’s. She needed someone to talk to, after all, and there was no way she was about to talk to herself. That was just crazy, in her mind, and she was far from that. Others might tell her otherwise, had they seen her openly talking to her spellblade, but who cared? What other people thought of her didn’t matter. She was going to do what she wanted, and if that meant talking to her weapon, then damn it, she was going to talk to him.
Soudana seemed to smile upon Ebalia about a half an hour after arriving in her resting area. Unaware of the girl’s prescience, a small Ysali dragon made its way into the grove. It was a juvenile, by the look of things, but the Oblivionite didn’t care. What mattered was that it was a dragon; that was the important thing. A dragon meant the possibility of obtaining a dragon soul, and that was what the girl was after. As the tiny creature curled up under a mushroom tree of its own, Ebalia sprung into action: it was her time to strike!
Yet she didn’t get far. At the thought of merely obtaining a dragon soul, she had allowed herself to forget her surroundings for the moment. What was supposed to be a quiet step, turned into the loud cracking of some twigs on the ground. Without missing a beat, the dragon’s head shot up, and it looked directly into the empty sockets of Ebalia’s face. The dragon let out a screech of terror, and then scurried off into the underbrush, not wanting to lose its life.
”Damn it,” the girl cursed, grimacing deeply at the loss of another dragon. She was so close.
Ebalia wasn’t disappointed for very long. In the same bush that the young dragon had disappeared into, came the sound of rustling. Huh. Maybe it was still cowering there among the leaves? She could have a chance at getting its soul after all! But what came out of the underbrush next was not the juvenile ysali at all. It was a large, hulking plant dragon, which growled and bore its fangs at the Oblivionite. This one was even bigger than the very first one she stumbled across earlier in the day, and it was the young dragon’s parent, no doubt.
”Nope,” Ebalia yelled, dashing off back the way she initially came, in the direction of Obsidian City. ”Nope, nope, nope!” She knew when to pick her battles, and there was no way in hell she was going to win against that dragon. With that in mind, the young girl ran as fast as she could back to the city. After such trying encounters, she had enough of the Forest of Endeldarth for one day. It was time to go home.
(Word Count: 62 cool
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