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[rul=[URL]https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BoMIHW0E_tXvpiQeyKA5-iq5BvjAfLAsBIn8Tlhrzhw/edit]Kailen[/url[/URL]]: HP = 45, PP = 44, EP = 105, Status = Fine
Orias: HP = 32, PP = 23, EP = 25, Status = Fine
Orias: HP = 32, PP = 23, EP = 25, Status = Fine
The trees rustled to either side as the heavy spring wind tore across them, the fresh leaves and heavy boughs protecting the damp road - and the two walking along upon it - from the worst of the wind's ravages. The sun was hanging low in the Western skies, its corner kissing the far edge of Crolia's northern mountains which separated the main body of it from the tundra and the ice flows beyond. "Northeast" Orias had said, in regards to where her destined destination - the lost Principality of Cartraneau - that had been seized and destroyed by the orc hordes during the great war centuries earlier. It stood at the base of the mountains over Amazonia, many miles from where she'd been raised, and it would be a long journey to reach it.
For now, however, they were still in civilized lands... Which likely made the sudden cloud of flame that bloomed up ahead, followed shortly thereafter by a thunderous BOOM, all the more surprising! The flash of fire was brief, but the smoke cloud that it left behind remained, and the wind would soon bring the acrid smell of burnt wood and flesh wafting to Kailen and her mounted traveling companion. The source was a short ways down the road, leaving the wayward dragoness with a choice of whether she wanted to go ahead and investigate, turn back to return towards the last village that she'd passed, divert into the woods to try and go around whatever was going on up ahead, or some other plan that she might come up with.