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DraconicFeline rolled 6 100-sided dice:
43, 87, 86, 22, 65, 66
Total: 369 (6-600)
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 Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 2:31 pm
Name
Lvl 16 Firani Khehora
Luk: 17
Luk exp: 0/3 Ebalia
Lvl 6 Oblivionite Mage
Luk: 2
Luk exp: ??? Location: Soldul
Attempting:
1x Clan of Vildean, about 16-22 of them (counted as one unit): Level: 23 LUK ≥ 12 (Gain 8x Sharp Claws for a win)
2x Yvazhi Trickster: Lvl 17, LUK ≥ 9 (Drops loot on defeat - roll d100s for it)
3x Ysali dragon: Lvl 5 Luk 1, Drops Ysali Orb on Defeat
Total Luk: 19
Success chance:
Clan of Vildean: 20-100 (Win)
Yvazhi Trickster: 5-100 (Win x 2)
Ysali dragon: 5-100 (Win x 3)
Needs 1800 word each to complete! Quote: Loot: For Both: 23+34+15= 72/2 = 36 exp + 3 luck + 8 Sharp Claws + 3 Ysali Orbs For Naita only: + 1 Plain Cloth Etched Coin: + 5 INT For Ebalia only: + 3 (additional) luck + 1 Plain Cloth Etched Coin: + 5 INT
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Mriae rolled 6 100-sided dice:
21, 17, 31, 37, 59, 6
Total: 171 (6-600)
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 2:45 pm
Character: Ebalia
Stage: Apprentice
Luck: 2
Creature: 1x Clan of Vildean, 2x Yvazhi Trickster, x3 Ysali Dragons
Success Rate: Clan of Vildean: 20-100 (Win)
Yvazhi Trickster: 5-100 (Win x 2)
Ysali dragon: 5-100 (Win x 3)
Win #: 6
Loss #: 0
Total: 36 EXP, Level 9 with 6/9 EXP leftover, +6 LUK, +8 Sharp Claws, +3 Ysali Orbs, 1 plain cloth, 1 etched coin
Word Count Required: 1800
Final Word Count: Pending
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DraconicFeline rolled 2 100-sided dice:
7, 87
Total: 94 (2-200)
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 2:57 pm
Naita had grown bored of wandering the forest on foot. It was full of interesting sights and sounds, but eventually they grew repetitive and she, in turn, grew bored. It had been far too long – days? Weeks? It was hard to say - since she'd seen another living thing aside from Cid, her pet leklan, and Naita was feeling the lack of companionship very strongly. (And hunger, of course – prey was included in that count as well) So, she took to the sky to better seek out someone else. Anybody else. Anything else. Friend or foe, prey or predator, mate or meal... She just needed another creature to share the day with and ease her loneliness. The flying helped, the wind on her face and the force of her flapping wings against the air distracting her as she skimmed along the tops of the strange Soldulan mushroom trees. Cid, of course, was less than happy about flying, but he had grown tolerant of it and so sat, unhappily, in the crook of her neck where he was less likely to fall.. Still, it would only distract her for so long, and Naita wasn't sure what she would do if she was still alone by the time she had to land or, worse, by the time Soldul's dangerous night had fallen. She would need to hunt, as well, lest she resort to eating Cid and losing her last vestige of companionship. That would be bad. And so she, her blue scales glimmering in the dim Soldulan sunlight, glided, desperately seeking, over the quiet wood... (265/1800)
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Mriae rolled 2 100-sided dice:
23, 81
Total: 104 (2-200)
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 3:21 pm
DraconicFeline Rolling for Yvazhi loot, and also there's RP!
“I’m sick of losing,” she muttered, more to herself and Lifedrinker than anyone else. Well, there wasn’t anyone else in the woods, at the moment. She was alone, as far as she knew. As such, the twelve year old kept talking, her hands shoved into the pockets of the short-sleeved coat that she wore. “You’d think that, just once, something would go our way for a change.” Her weapon couldn’t answer back, of course, but if he could, Lifedrinker would probably agree. Some sort of positive result would be greatly appreciated, thank you very much.
Instead of some sort of creature within the woods catching her eye, it was something overhead that got her attention. A shadow flew overhead, and Ebalia found herself looking up, a hand raising above her head to shade her eyes from the sun. A dragon was flying overhead, but what kind she had no idea. All she knew was that it was probably hungry, and that she should probably steer clear of it. “Let’s not get eaten while we’re out here, ok?” Dragon souls were all that the Oblivionite wanted, not to become someone else’s lunch. As such, she ducked underneath a particularly large mushroom tree, eager to see what sort of dragon had been flying around in the skies.
(Word Count: 322/1,800)
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 5:22 pm
Khehora were a little smaller than dragons, and so Naita would have been flattered to be mistaken as one. But, alas, she wasn't. Those were. A pack of Ysali erupted from the trees, snarling and shrieking over Ebalias mushroom, shaking it and making its choking spores fall around her, glimmering a puss-yellow with their own light... Naita's focus was on the Ysali, however. She banked hard, Cid squealing as she struggled for altitude – it was best to be in the air, away from the plants, she knew – then she could flame them from the sky. But they seemed to know her tricks: a vine shot up from the canopy to strike her, wrapping around her leg and, with an unpleasant jerk, dragging her under the canopy. She turned and flamed the tendril, freeing herself, but she was too low. She landed hard, hissing. “Damn dragons!” she snarled, turning to face the most likely entry point... only to find nothing. Apparently, the Ysali weren't too interested in her yet... or... She heard a shrieking from behind her. Maybe they weren't the only ones here. Out of the trees, numerous angry eyes and sharp claws gleamed. Bird headed and cat-bodied, vildean were not known for being peaceful with intruders... and it seemed the dragons had known that. They came at her as a flock, shrieking and scratching at her. She swiped at them, hiding the frightened Cid under a wing as she snatched one from the air... Stars and flame, there were so many! She'd have to flame them... but the moment she took a breath to power her fire, they attacked, interrupting her spell and forcing her down into a protective stance. “Damn it!” All right! This was more than she had bargained for! (561/1800)
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 6:03 pm
“Damn it all,” Ebalia cursed outwardly, not even bothering to try and hide her frustration at the sudden spores that rained down upon her. Fate was on her side, it seemed, if only slightly. The mask that the young girl wore over her mouth kept her from inhaling the fungi altogether, which was a lifesaver in itself. The spores probably would have made her quite sick, had she actually ingested them, so she was thankful for her signature mask. It was only after she let out her sudden explicative that she realized what was causing the problem. Some ysali dragons were attacking a khehora -- firani, by the look of it. So that’s what had been flying around!
Well, there was no time to waste. The Oblivionite had to help somehow. Naita seemed to be a bit overwhelemed, not just with the ysali dragons, but also with the sudden clan of vildean that she was shoved into. She couldn’t fight them all on her own, so Ebalia had to step in. This was just the sort of action she was looking for, anyway. With a malicious grin, the apprentice pulled out her spellblade from her coat. Once she had it in hand, the girl slid the wavy blade across her palm, leaving a decent-sized gash there. Blood started to drip down from the newly made wound, and it was then that she yelled in the direction of the ysali.
“HEY, UGLIES. OVER HERE!”
The blood from Ebalia’s wound all but disappeared in the next instance. The rubies on Lifedrinker glowed eerily once it had, and the Oblivionite found herself holding it up in the air. She then made a slashing motion, not attacking the ysali dragon directly, but the air in front of it. A wave of piercing energy came speeding at one of the unlucky plant dragons. It slammed into the creature full-force, creating a deep and ugly wound that cut a few inches in. It was enough to slash at the ysali’s heart, sending it crumbling to the ground in a bleeding mess.
All the while, the apprentice couldn’t help but grin like a fool. The sight of so much carnage thrilled her, and the look on the faces of the other dragons was priceless. “Who’s next?” she called out to them. Although she merely looked like a young girl, Ebalia wasn’t to be trifled with. When she had a goal in mind, she was going to do whatever it took to complete it. In this case, that meant helping Naita, and if that meant she had to cut down all of the ysali dragons, then she was going to do it.
(Word Count: 766/1,800)
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 6:35 pm
The Ysali had returned to take advantage of the chaos and take down their prey, but, as it turned out, chaos cut both ways. One of the fallen Ysali's packmates hissed at the Oblivionite warily, it's brilliantly colored eyes fixed upon her magical blade... it knew she was dangerous, more than her youth would indicate, and it knew it had to plot out a strategy to fight her. It was soon, however, distracted by the vildean swarm, as they found another intruder to attack. The third Ysali snarled and swiped at the hybrid beasts, trying to shake off the sudden attack, and Naita found herself suddenly with breathing room. ”TAKE THAT YE TIDE-DAMNED SCURVY ROTTED...” she took a deep breath, ”Stupid...” And then, the exhale... ”FLYING RATS!” she bellowed, breathing a gout of flame at the flock. Vildean screamed as their fur and feathers kindled and caught, blackening their flesh and melting their claws. Some died in the blast, others writhed on the ground, burnt to a crisp. Their fellows circled, their eyes flashing with wrath. ”Come and get...” It was then that she noticed the Oblivionite. ”Oh hi!” she said, slashing at a Vildean that flew too close. Her red-spotted hide was lacerated now with many small scratches, but they didn't hurt, not yet. For now they sang of battle and glory and fun. ”Didn't see ye there.” Feeling both fierce and generous, she sent a ball of flaming spit at one of the dragons. ”How ya doin?”(810/1800)
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 7:59 pm
Just as she was about to slice herself open another time, the khehora spoke to her. Ebalia refrained from maiming herself further, for the time being, and glanced over at the dragon after it burned a bunch of the vildean to a crisp. The sight of the flames was quite impressive, and it was even more fun to watch the bodies of some of them crisp and burn. The Oblivionite was almost bursting with excitement at the carnage that was being had. It was wonderful – purely wonderful. The young girl couldn’t help but grin over at Naita.
“I’m fabulous,” she said, her eyeless sockets focusing on one of the other ysali dragons. “Enjoying all this mayhem! Yourself?” As it turned out, Ebalia didn’t need to slice herself open a second time. The blood from the first ysali would be more than enough to use for a second attack. Focusing, the girl held Lifedrinker tightly in her hand, and as she concentrated, the blood from the dead dragon began to move until it ended up soaking into the spellblade.
The rubies glowed a second time, and it was then that she knew that her weapon was ready. Two slashing motions were made this time, one on each side of the ysali who had slashed at her. Even if it wanted to escape, there was no way for it to do so now. Ebalia had send attacks coming at it from both sides, and they sliced into the dragon as a knife would slice into cheese. Two dragons down, one dragon to go. Perhaps fighting these things wasn’t so bad after all. Or maybe the khehora she had stumbled across was her new good luck charm. Either way, the girl was pleased with the sudden turn of events. She could get used to this.
(Word Count: 1,067/1,800)
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 8:50 pm
”Much the same!” said Naita grinning as she snapped another vildean out of the air, crunching it with her powerful jaws and tossing it aside – it would likely be dinner later, and a good one too. Already, her stomach rumbled enthusiastically. Cid was having none of this blood and violence. The second he could, the Leklan sprinted into a bush to hide and Naita, freed from having to shelter her pet, sprang at the remaining dragon – with all its limbs left. She slammed it to the ground, her teeth sinking into it's flesh as she shook her head, tearing at it. It bit down into her shoulder, and she felt a burning pain seep into the wound. With a snarl, she slashed at the dragon and, as it reared to retaliate, gave it a face-full of flame. ”Take that, ye green piece of pidgeon-s**t!” she growled, slamming it to the ground with her tail. It didn't move. The first dragon disintegrated into ash, leaving its soul behind, as she turned to face the remaining vildean. ”Come on!” she bellowed at them as they screeched and chittered. But they weren't stupid. With a final screech, what remained of the flock – remained being the operative word – flew off for places that were less on fire, leaving Naita, the Oblivonite girl, and the remains of the dragon in the field. All was quiet after the roaring and the shrieking, and for a moment the new pain in Naita's side flared, and then went numb. Worrying. ”Sooo.” said the khehora, walking up to the Oblivionite, her tail waving friendlily, ”The name's Naita. How about you?” she asked, surveying the carnage casually as the other dragons began to disintegrate . (1199/1800)
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 9:31 pm
"Naita," the girl repeated, measuring how the name sounded on her tongue. It was a nice name, she came to think, her head bobbing up and down in content approval. Ebalia couldn’t say she had the luxury of meeting an actual khehora before, so to be standing in front of one now was refreshing. "It’s nice to meet you," she went on to say, pausing before she introduced herself. It was there that the Oblivionite was in a bit of a dilemma. If it had been anyone else, she probably would have given an alias, but this was a khehora. Not only had she never met one in person, but this dragon could possibly become a friend of hers. She didn’t want to screw that up by lying to her with the very first thing. "My name’s Ebalia," she then said upon finally deciding. In this instance, she figured, honesty would be the best policy.
With the dead dragons now disintegrating, the young apprentice was about to move in to scoop up the delicate souls. She had been waiting a long time to finally obtain some, and there they were, right in front of her. However, as she reached down to grab one, Lifedrinker’s blade seemed to shine brightly in the light. This caused Ebalia to frown. That couldn’t be good. With her lips tugged down in worry, the Oblivionite left the souls for the time being, and approached the khehora slowly. "You’re poisoned," was all that she said, her words eerie and falling into silence after.
An Orderite may have healed her with their special abilities, yet Ebalia was no Orderite. She was the complete opposite, in fact. Taking a deep breath, the girl determined it was better to help now, somehow, rather than letting the poison sit there in her body and take its toll. She just had no idea how the khehora would react to such help – probably not well, but that was a risk Eba was willing to take, if it meant helping to save her life.
"I’m sorry." The apology was an honest one, to be fair. Had it been any other circumstance, she would have asked for permission, but there wasn’t much time. So, the apprentice acted by cutting a line horizontally across the back of her left wrist. The blood from Ebalia’s wound did not leave her right away. No blood left it at all, in fact. Blood from Naita’s wound, however, formed into droplets and made its way to Lifedrinker’s blade. It was only after the poison blood had disappeared into the blade, that the young girl’s wound started to bleed from her own. That blood, again, then formed into droplets and through the air, though this time it went into the khehora’s body through the wound she had received.
The ritual was then complete, and Ebalia found herself suddenly exhausted. Never before had she tried something like that, and it had taken a lot out of her. All she could do after that was slump to the ground, her knees buckling under her from fatigue. The dragon souls would have to wait a few moments longer because for now, she needed her rest.
(Word Count: 1,598/1,800)
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Posted: Tue Feb 10, 2015 10:05 pm
“Well it be nice to meet ye too, Ebalia.” The name was kinda a mouthful, but hey, who was Naita to judge? Her foreleg spasmed uncontrollably and she tried to hide it, sheepish. Well, she'd found herself someone she could talk to – anybody who could cause this much carnage and not decide to add her to it was worth talking to in Naita's book – and now the question was what would she do now? She was obviously poisoned, and that poison wasn't stopping with her leg. She couldn't very well ask for help because, well... Really, why would she? There were other ways to get poison out... like bleeding. Yeah... she'd try that... Or she could crush one of the Ysali orbs, see what she could figure out with dragon magic... Cept, how it would react with fire... she didn't know. She hadn't realized she was staring at her now numb foreleg until the young Oblivionite spoke. She looked up sharply, regarding Ebalia with her fierce fuscia eyes. So. She'd noticed. So much for hiding weakness. “Aye.” she said finally, resigned, “I suppose I am.” She was expecting something. She wasn't sure what it was, but it sure wasn't what came next. She stared, tensing, as blood began to flow, unbidden, from her body. She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't. It was beautiful – beautiful and awful – to see her blood, her life force, beading on the blade... and sinking into it. Her gaze followed the girl's blood as it entered her wound, soaking into her. She stared at the wound for a moment as the numbness began to abate and the wound, powered by the blood magic, began to clot, then down at the young oblivionite. Her expression was reptilian and unreadable. ”Whoa.” she breathed, finally, a shudder running through her body. ”That was... something.” she stood, nosing the girl gently, ”You okay there?”(1519/1800)
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2015 3:41 pm
When Naita inquired if she was ok, all Ebalia could do was shake her head weakly from side to side. Taking the poison out of the khehora’s body and giving her some clean blood had taken a lot out of the young girl. She hadn’t even known that Lifedrinker was capable of such things, let alone done such an act before. But the tiredness she was feeling would eventually pass, she knew. It was just going to take some time. More fighting, however, would be out of the question for the Oblivionite. All she wanted to do now was to curl up in a ball and go to sleep.
"I will be," was her only response. Not wanting to be tempted to give herself any more injuries or fight in any more battles, the apprentice opened up her coat and sheathed her dagger away. If he was in his proper place, he couldn’t do much of anything, in all honesty. Besides – the two of them had done enough for one day.
With Lifedrinker secure, and feeling a little more rested, Ebalia slowly began to stand up. Once she was on her feet, she then set about a new task: it was time to collect the dragon souls. With bones scattered about her feet, the young girl dipped down and scooped up the orbs gingerly. It was about damn time she got her hands on some of these, she thought to herself. The third time venturing out into the forest seemed to be the charm.
Just as Ebalia was putting away the last of the dragon soul’s she had collected, her empty sockets met with the black, angular eyes of another creature: a Yvazhi trickster had shown up, and this caused the young girl to curse under her breath. s**t! She had just put her spellblade away and was in no condition to fight anymore.
"Uh, Naita…" she found herself saying, pointing to the small creature, "we have a bit of a problem."
(Word Count: 1,930/1,800)
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 6:48 am
Naita turned, squinting into the darkness, her teeth bared. But even as she glimpsed it, the Trickster dissolved into the shadows. ”What the...” she began, but before she could finish her query, a Yvazhi – it's grotesque little body like some sort of pungent, rotting fruit – plopped from the tree onto her head, grabbing her horns and tugging as if they were reins. ”Gah!” she half-roared, flailing to dislodge it. It held on, digging in with its sharp little claws and, apparently, a knife. The knife itself was too small to be seen, and likely thrown off in the struggle, but it did its work of cutting through her thick bony scales into the blood below. A thin stream of blood gathered around the imp's tiny hands, and it chortled, a disgusting sound. “Ride, Ride, Toothy thing!” it giggled, and Naita uttered a startled shriek as she reared awkwardly into the air. Another Yvazhi appeared on a tree branch above, laughing gleefully as its fellow began to force Naita into a prance around the burned meadow. ”Get... it... offa me!” she snarled, ”I'm gonna rip its... augh!” she yelped, as it forced her to hit her head on a tree. “Ha ha! You hit self!” it said, hanging onto her horns despite the impact, “Ha ha!” She shook again and it came off, the blood tethers breaking as it was flung against the tree with a crack. She took the oppurtunity to pounce on it. ”Yeah? Well, now I hit you.” she snarled, tearing into it. Soon it wasn't much of anything, let alone moving, a disgusting pile of viscera and ooze. ”Bleh.” she said, looking up at the other Yvazhi. The one in the tree had been watching it's fellow prance, fail, and die with increasing interest. “Oops!” it laughed, climbing onto a higher branch. “You got him. You not get me!” it giggled, its bulbous hands gesturing in an obvious gesture of casting. “Now you dance for me!” it said, as little flares of fire began to appear at its will around the two... (1867/1800)
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 7:16 am
All Ebalia could do was watch as the scene before her played out with Naita and the Yvazhi trickster. She grinned in satisfaction when the khehora managed to off the first one. Good riddance! It got what it deserved. The second one, however, was turning out to be a bit problematic, and the Oblivionite was having none of it. Not wanting to get burnt by the flames, and entirely wanting to get rid of the second one, Ebalia then began to climb up the tree it was in.
Despite being fatigued still from helping out Naita, she had found the strength to climb. A newfound malice had found its way into the girl’s bones, and was the main force driving her to climb upward and upward. Forget Lifedrinker, for now. She didn’t need him for everything, and certainly not this.
It didn’t take her long, and within a minute or so, the apprentice balanced precariously on the branch that the trickster was on. Without even yelling, she lunged at the tiny creature, wrapping her hands around its little neck. The two of them then plummeted down back to the ground, and even as they hit, Ebalia did not take her hands off of it. Whether the strangling killed it or the fall was unclear, but by the time the Oblivionite stood up from the ground, one thing was certain: it was dead.
“I’m really sick of fighting right now,” was all that came out of her mouth, and it was the truth. She was tired, she was bruised (falls from high places would do that to a person), and she was hungry. All she wanted to do now was go home and eat. She had gotten what she wanted and then some. Loot from the encounters she had included three ysali souls, eight sharp claws, one plain cloth, and an etched coin – more than enough to make up for her first two pitiful adventures in the woods. But for now, food was the only thing that called to her, and she was eager to get back. “I’m going home,” she told her, “you wanna come?” Perhaps Naita would like to join her, but if not, that was ok, too.
(Word Count: 2,229/1,800)
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Posted: Thu Feb 12, 2015 6:39 pm
Naita whooped as the nasty little trickster was knocked from its perch and driven to the ground. ”Served it right, little b*****d.” she sputtered out some more of its fellow's greasy blood. Naita was never (rarely) sick of fighting, but she was feeling pretty knackered and home conjured up images of that strange orderite and her lovely, huge house. Not that Naita was expecting such things, but it was tempting. It was also a huge exception. And there was all this good meat here, that Naita could not let, in good consience, go to waste. “I'll walk with you a ways, sure, but I'm thinking I'll not be staying with you.” she hesitated, “But we can meet later, aye? Soon? I had a lot of fun.” she said, grinning, “That okay with you?”
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