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Fluffesu rolled 3 100-sided dice:
46, 30, 8
Total: 84 (3-300)
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 Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 7:04 am
 Character: Roseryn
Stage: Adept
Level: 34
LUK: 35
LUK EXP: 2/3
Creature: x4 Darvithri Bladespinner: Level 40, LUK ≥ 28
x1 Erlkin: Level 37, LUK ≥ 27
Success Rate: Darvithri Bladespinner: 21-100
Erlkin: 11-100
Rolls: 46, 30, 8, 36, 75
Win x 4: 40 + 40 + 40 + 40
Loss x 1: 19
Total: +179 EXP ((9/34 --> 8/39)), levels to 39 (+5 levels), +15 stat points to distribute, +4 LUK ((LUK: 35 --> 39)), +1 LUK EXP ((LUK EXP: 2/3 --> 3/3; LUK: 39 --> 40)), +8 Plain Cloth
Word Count Required: 1500+
Final Word Count: 1540
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Fluffesu rolled 2 100-sided dice:
36, 75
Total: 111 (2-200)
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 9:38 am
((Two more darvithri))
"I believe I asked for Soldaster alone." Daermo sat at his desk as he glowered at the two Dovaa children before him. The older boy huffed softly, stuffing his hands in his pockets and gaze flickering off to the side as Roseryn stood straighter at his hand.
"You did, Father, yes," Rose agreed as he steeled himself, "but if I could intrude for just-"
The answer came without hesitation. "Then you are dismissed."
The young Ysali bit the inside of his cheek. Immediately upon his return from Serenia and subsequent visit with Marcus, Daermo had taken up what Rose considered to be a loathing look in his eye every time his gaze scrapped across his son's frame. That was fine. Rose wasn't particularly fond of Daermo, either. What grated on him was the elder Kiandri's adamant refusal to converse with him. Anything Roseryn did merited little more than a scathing glare. In his younger years, he would've been mortified that he'd made some mistake and lost his father's favor.
Now he only wondered why with a biting sense of anxiety. Daermo had wanted Aster dead several weeks ago, but somehow he was being summoned to Father's presence with increasing frequency. The eldest boy said nothing; not to Rose, not to Quince, not to anyone. And it instilled such a deep-seated dread in the younger Ysali that he thought he may genuinely go crazy if he didn't have his answers.
"I'll be brief, if you'd only allow-"
"Get out, Roseryn."
He pressed further, taking a step deeper into the room despite the tension curling along Dearmo's frame, the heat entering his voice. "Please, give me one minute and I-"
A heavy hand landed loudly on the thick wood of the desk as Daermo thrust himself to his feet. "Boy-" he warned roughly as a spark of static erupted in the space just over his shoulder, making one of the lights flicker pleadingly.
Rose left.
"You have to see that something has changed," Roseryn complained to Quince as the pair of them walked down the streets of the Celestial Plane, headed for the portal that would take them back out into the lower world. He didn't need to mention that of course something had changed. Practically everything had changed just since the last time they'd headed to the portal. Nothing had ever been particularly slack in their home life, but the mounting tension felt as if it could make the entire Plane snap. He didn't know what was going on with Aster or Dearmo or that man, Voxen. But circumstances were decidedly wrong.
Cici merely shrugged. "Yeah, as usual, nothing is ever easy. I admit that I'm worried about whatever is happening with Aster, but-" Another shrug. "-I'm apparently not even a player in this game. Father won't even notice I'm gone. And he really hates seeing you around the estate, anyway. So relax. Enjoy the reprieve. I can guarantee that whatever is about to happen won't start in the next ten days. It'll wait for you to return home."
The thought was morbidly unsettling, but... Quince was probably right. The trip to Serenia had shown and proven to the young unchosen Dovaa how much he detested being at home. Quince traveled to the college on nearly a daily basis, bringing Roseryn with him on occasions where the Ysali felt especially broody. Today was no exception. Though the trip this time would lead them off of the Plane once more for a grand total of ten days. Being sanctioned by the college, the voyage was, of course, headed by one of the professors...
"Come forth, young scholars! Hurry along! We don't want anyone to be left behind and miss the thrilling adventure that awaits on the beaches of Eowyn!"
Rose groaned in annoyance. "They could've sent anyone, but somehow-"
"Thank you, Professor," Quince dipped his head with a smile as Ithric guided his troupe along the docks, ushering squealing and exuberant youngsters aboard the boat that waited for them. "For allowing us to join your trip. I know we're not officially students of your class."
"Nonsense, nonsense!" The Peisio waved the thanks away. "It would be wrong of me to impede any child's quest for knowledge and thirst for adventure. I am happy to guide you."
And he was. A little too happy in Roseryn's opinion. He would've liked to argue that at fourteen, he was hardly a child, but the comment didn't seem harsh enough to have the capability of dampening the Peisio's mood, so Rose saved his breath. There were ten days ahead to pick his shots more carefully. For now, he could bide his time complaining to Quince and scoffing at the Dovaa children restlessly scurrying around the ferry.
One side to the other. Peering over the railings for any sign of land or amusement. "Adventurers!" Rose jumped at the unexpected sound of Ithric's voice. The youngsters scurried over to him at his call, all clustering around the railing as the Peisio man slowly moved his arms up, up, dragging with him a dark blue orb from the ocean. Quince was no exception to the ruse, and he moved to see the antics as well. Inside the orb swam a fairly hefty-sized fish, with gaping mouth, large orange fins, and a fat body. It swam in tight circles in the enclosure Ithric offered it.
"Beautiful little thing, isn't it?" The Peisio hummed. "This is an erlkin. They have quite incredible lifespans and can grow to be rather enormous, if given the chance. This one looks to be fairly young, though. I imagine its catching fish our ferry forces out of hiding." The erlkin snapped. "And I am likely keeping it from its meal... Say farewell, children." Rose tried not to be annoyed as the kids really did chirp out cheery goodbyes to the great fish as Ithric plopped it down into the water, the orange of its scales quickly disappearing beneath the waves.
"Oh, come off it," Quince chortled at Roseryn's demure expression. "Everyone likes seeing new things."
That was all well and fine. What Rose hadn't taken into account were the sleeping arrangements... The port town they settled in was pitifully small. The Ysali boy had never even heard the name in passing before. And the unimpressive town was where they chose to make 'camp.' If camp was staying in the three rooms the little inn had available.
"I would just as soon sleep outside." Rose grumbled as he pulled Quince away from the complex. "And if we happen to wander father than anyone else will follow, that suits me just fine."
"Ah, but they're going to tell bedtime stories." In all fairness, Quince probably would've enjoyed that more than the rambunctious tussle with long-eared natives that Rose led him into. Naturally, the Ysali boy was excited to work his magic in actual combat. Cici, of course, had yet to choose a clan himself, and watching Roseryn wield his magic and even the darvithri with their limited Firani control managed to put a dampener on his mood.
Once the creatures were dispatched, the siblings took up a post on the rocky, dusty ground. "Do you think I'm too young?" Quince asked in a quiet rumbled as Rose gave one of the bodies an extra jab with his rapier.
"Too young? What for?"
"For..." Quince hummed, rubbing the back of his head. "For choosing a clan. You're fourteen, and you've only just chosen yours a few weeks ago... Aster's had his for several years now, but then, he's five years older than me, anyway. But I've thought about it, unlike you, and I think... If I could..."
Rose shrugged. "Many Dovaa choose their clan at a younger age than me," he admitted. "On the other hand, if you leave unchosen and come back with different-colored eyes, Father may hate you forever for it."
"Maybe he'll disown me."
"Maybe he'll try to have you killed."
"That's hardly funny."
"It wasn't meant to be humorous."
They descended into silence, the quiet interrupted only by the blowing of wind and shift of sand. When Rose looked back to his younger brother, Quince had his head down, eyes half-lidded, expression dulled. "So...you think I should keep waiting, hm? Even if I know, without a doubt, where my choice will take me?"
Roseryn closed the space between them, leaning into Cici and budging their shoulders together. "I admit... I don't know what to say," the Ysali hummed. "On the one hand, you should be able to choose what makes you happy, whenever you're certain of it. It should be well within your rights to do so." He paused, rolling his head to settle on his younger brother's shoulder. "On the other hand, it might be more trouble than it's worth to choose now. Having magic is a wonderful thing-" Quince raised a brow. Very few things werewonderful to Roseryn. "-I'm just... concerned for what might happen when we return. Maybe nothing."
"Now, that would just be too much to ask."
Rose scoffed, looping his arms around Quince's frame and holding him close. "Yes, I'm clearly out of my mind. But in any event... I'll be behind you for whatever decision you make, brother."
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Fluffesu rolled 4 100-sided dice:
22, 37, 3, 48
Total: 110 (4-400)
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 9:45 am
((Loot rolls for darvithri))
• 1 - 25: Plain Cloth x 1
• 26 - 50: Plain Cloth x 3
• 51 - 75: Plain Cloth x 5
• 76 - 99: Plain Cloth x 7
• 100: Plain Cloth x 15
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