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Mriae rolled 7 100-sided dice:
30, 96, 61, 41, 48, 41, 56
Total: 373 (7-700)
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 Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2015 11:56 am
Character: Ebalia
Stage: Adept
Luck: 21
Creature: Firani Dragon x7
Success Rate: 6-100
Win #: 7
Loss #: 0
Total: 105 EXP, Levels to 24 with 10/24 exp left over, +7 LUK, 15 stat points to distribute, x7 Firani Orbs
Word Count Required: 2,100
Final Word Count: Pending
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2015 12:12 pm
Character: Minerva
Stage: Adept
Luck: 21 2/3
Dragon or Creature: x7 Friani Dragon
Success Rate: 6-100
SUCCESS
Lck: +7 LUK
Exp: 12/22 + 105 = 23/26 (+4 lvls)
Items: +7 Orb
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2015 12:42 pm
The dragon didn’t even know what was coming. There it was just sitting there, minding its own business, when all of a sudden there was a girl in front of it. And not just any girl. Ebalia appeared seemingly out of no-where, a curve-bladed dagger in hand. Her movements were quick and fluid. With a jab of her left hand, she plunged the dagger into the dragon’s throat and sliced downward as far as she could. Blood would have splattered everywhere under normal circumstances. Yet when the Oblivionite was around, things were always far from normal. That much was clear. The blood that would have soaked the girl, instead, moved on its own and disappeared into the blade itself. Her work was quick, it was easy, and most importantly to her, it was silent. The unsuspecting firani hadn’t even had the chance to utter a single grunt, let alone a scream.
It didn't take long after that. Once the dragon was dead, all that was left were basically bones to show the remains of what the creature once was. Bones, and a single soul orb, which the young woman wasted no time in grabbing. She plucked it up wordlessly, and paused, taking a moment to examine it as she held it. Dragon soul orbs were pretty things. They were delicate and fun to look at, but not only that – they were also worth the carnage that was needed in order to obtain them. To the blood mage, that was the best part, honestly. She didn’t understand how civilians could get their hands on them as easily. With battlers, they just went out and killed things.
Those who were less inclined for carnage had to trade or find other ways to obtain such orbs. Getting them through other means had to be a lot more boring, Ebalia figured. Where was the fun in it all if they couldn’t watch the dragons fight for their lives? It was so much more rewarding to obtain them through fights rather than just buying them with money. She worked hard to get the orbs that she collected, and it was nice to know that. Satisfied with looking over the soul orb, the mage slipped it into a bag she had on her belt, and then continued on her way.
Killing those three kiandri dragons a few days past had boosted the young woman’s spirits. On a high from the carnage, she decided to make her way more toward the volcano. That was where she’d find the firani dragons, she knew – and find one she did. Now she just needed to get as many more orbs as she could, head back to Naita, and call it a day. If things went well enough, she also could give the khehora an orb as a gift. Treasure, she’d tell her it was, after a long day of adventuring. That was bound to make her traveling companion happy.
(Word Count: 489/2100)
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2015 9:49 am
Hunting with her mother had been a rollercoaster; they’d had ups and downs and everything in between. In the end though, it had brought Minerva and Esmeralda closer together, something she felt they had been sorely lacking since her father’s disappearance. Not matter that now, Minerva was back to hunting by herself, which was usually the way she enjoyed doing things. Though she did bring Raiden along for the ride, the little guy needed to grow big and strong to help her in battle and hunting and this was a good opportunity for him to learn a thing or two.
Minerva felt far past Kinadri dragons at this point and so she was heading for the volcano and wanted to find some Friani to tangle with. The treck would be a long one; Minerva couldn’t wait for her wings or at least Raiden to be of age to be able to fly them to places. But they’d arrived safe and sound and that’s all that mattered really. Casting a look around, Minerva found a Friani and made her way slowly over to it. She had to keep Raiden from being spotted; he was like a yellow torch light against the stark brown of the volcano. Minerva motioned for Raiden to come out of hiding.
Her fingers began to tingle as she felt her energy charging, she loved being a Kiandri half Dovaa. She had the choice to sue either or of her powers. Close enough to pounce, Minerva sprang and increased her speed throwing the dark bolt of energy towards the dragon while aiming for its breast. But she didn’t have time to stop there. She’d gotten closer and had placed her hand on the dragon to send electricity through its body until it collapsed on the ground and left behind its prize.
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Raiden just loved being out in the desert, he was in his element and enjoyed it greatly. He was also quite happy that Minerva had decided to take him along; the last time she’d gone off he had to stay at home when he clearly didn’t want to. He wanted to be out and about helping his Bonded chasing away those mean old dragons! So when they finally did spy a Friani, he almost flattened himself to the ground and crawled slowly next to Minerva. She’d agreed he could watch but not engage the dragon.
When the okay was given, Raiden bound up to Minerva and went for the orb, picking it up and observing it carefully. He’d never seen one before; Minerva kept all her orbs locked up.
“I like this,” he said before handing it back to Minerva who pocketed it. “Are we going to find more? You did so good!” Minerva didn’t seem to need his help at all!
“Yes, why don’t you try looking for one?”
The Orakoi nodded and looked about, snout to the ground he moved and tried to find the scent of their next prey.
“I smell another Magescien.” He said looking around, he couldn’t see it but he had caught a whiff with the wind.
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