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Mriae rolled 1 100-sided dice:
50
Total: 50 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 5:25 pm
A Note Prentice needs 70-100 to succeed.
Khalel fails. The much anticipated spring rains had returned once again, and naturally Khalel was thrilled. With her beloved rains, the heavens brought down life, and she would relish walking out in the open. Yet something that day seemed off. The hybrid couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Maybe it was the darkness of the clouds or the lack of animals she could see hiding, but something was up. Although she didn’t say it outwardly, Khalel was second guessing whether or not she should have gone out in the rains. Not only were they heavier than usual, but the clouds were ominous.
Luckily for her, she had a robe. Thinking ahead before she had left the house, the girl had placed the hood over her head so the rains wouldn’t soak through. The robe wasn’t much, but hey – it was something, at the very least. Others were probably even less prepared than she was. With her robe on and her hands shoved into the deep pockets sewn into the sides, the prentice made her way deeper into Sulburi. She was eager to see if she would encounter anything interesting or meet any new people.
Who knew?
Things worked differently when the rains came, so she could only wait and see.
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DraconicFeline rolled 1 100-sided dice:
35
Total: 35 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2015 5:26 pm
((Nua's Roll <3 the big bad bandits got him too!!!)) Nua felt an unknowable sense of dread. He couldn't remember why he was afraid in the Oban city – deserted at the phenomenon of the rains – only that he jumped at every shadow and had to have a light to be afraid.
It had to, he supposed, have been something bad, but also a while ago and deep in the fog that dulled his every sensation and memory.
Sulburi.
The name whispered through his head, a beautiful set of syllables that he could almost taste, repeating them over and over. He couldn't remember why. He looked up at the rain, at the darkness of the sky, and frowned, uneasy. Rain was good, right? Rain brought life and hope.
But this was a very dark rain, and Nua hated the dark. He made his light spell brighter and sought out a shelter in which to hide and wait for the sky's light to return; being dry, too, would be nice. Instead, he found he was stranded – all the shelters were houses, and Nua did not want to be in their houses. This was a scary place, and they did not want him here.
A cloaked shadow passed nearby in the empty, rain-spattered streets and Nuawahn cringed back, wary...
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