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Strike Without Meaning [Open]
Alendian knelt in a large, flat, and obstacleless area - one she had created for this sensorium trial. Robed and without armor, she had a long rifle in her hands. Slowly, she plinked away at incoming targets far, far out in the distance. Metal machines with weapons that glowed a bright green. No, there was no danger since she had set them to just march forth. No attacks, no weapons blazing. Just mindless machines. Mindless so she could keep her own mind wandering while knocking off head after head on the metallic skeletal creatures known as Necrons.
For Alaitoc Eldar, what she was doing was wrong. She was using a weapon and skills she had gained on a previous path in life but Alendian wasn't quite known for her rule following. Still, she was forced to wonder how much the situation had changed from home. Was this the right thing? Was making use of what she knew really going to cause problems on a scale larger than she could view? Alendian had it in mind to ask the Farseer but she wasn't from Alaitoc. Just as Alendian couldn't understand why the Biel-tan were so aggressive, the Farseer would probably have trouble understanding why those from Alaitoc were so strict.
It probably wouldn't hurt to ask in the end.
With a barely audible noise, another shot left the rifle and pinged into a head of yet another Necron. Releasing a sigh, she realized it was going to be a long day.
For Alaitoc Eldar, what she was doing was wrong. She was using a weapon and skills she had gained on a previous path in life but Alendian wasn't quite known for her rule following. Still, she was forced to wonder how much the situation had changed from home. Was this the right thing? Was making use of what she knew really going to cause problems on a scale larger than she could view? Alendian had it in mind to ask the Farseer but she wasn't from Alaitoc. Just as Alendian couldn't understand why the Biel-tan were so aggressive, the Farseer would probably have trouble understanding why those from Alaitoc were so strict.
It probably wouldn't hurt to ask in the end.
With a barely audible noise, another shot left the rifle and pinged into a head of yet another Necron. Releasing a sigh, she realized it was going to be a long day.
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Once the deer got close enough, Alendian burst forward with the speed of an unladen Eldar, a blur to normal human eyes. Not a problem for Zouichi but that's what the deer was for. To duck behind when the inevitable rain of fire came from wherever he was.
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To become a howling sandstorm in the middle of a desert. The contrast with the snowy terrain from before couldn't have been more different. There was a cluster of rocks nearby, creating a sort of natural cavern; faint firelight seeped out from the cracks, beckoning.
Exits were North, South, Cave, and Dennis.
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She took the natural course and stayed with the animal, waiting for a moment to drop again and not be noticed.
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We're hit, cap'nZouichi felt a paint shard splatter his left shoulder right before the scenery changed. Aww.It was rapidly growing darker in the desert, even as the sands began to quiet down. Soon the only source of illumination would be the sputtering campfire.
P.S. the camel was now covered in paint and irritable. It spat in annoyed fashion, giving Alendian a camel glare.
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