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Darkness fell. I was floating disembodied, moving fast through the darkness. Or so it seemed. I had no point of reference to notice movement. In the direction I was moving, the darkness cleared a bit. In the distance, I could see a naked binding stone. My soul longed to get there. Fleetingly I thought, what would happen if I deviated from the path. What if I turned away from the bind stone? Those thoughts were cut short. The darkness was suddenly filled with a sound. A sound like the shrieking of a tempest through mountains filled my ears. My movement towards the bind-stone slowed down. Listening to the wind, I could make out words. Shouts. Suddenly the blackness disappeared. The battle ground was visible again. From my left, a meaty hand was holding me. A shout in my ears. "ou may die one day, Elfie. But today is not that day. Not with me by your side!!", then laughter. Turning my head, almost losing consciousness from the sudden movement, I saw Zlara there, my wounds gone, only the tears in my robe and blood on my undergarments a clue that I was not always whole. The mangled form of the Norse that buried his axes in me was at the floor, breathing his last breath, Saorise taking her dagger out of his throat.


From the corner of my eye I could see a Healer raising his hands. Too slowly I pulled power to myself to stop his casting. Too slow my hands waved the well-practiced movement. The Healer was at the end of his chant – but from the shadows, a body emerged. Two daggers flickered in the sun. Two daggers moved swiftly. Two daggers delved into the Healer's throat, looking for the artery that carried blood, leaving the last word of the chant unspoken. Turning around, dislodging the daggers from the Healer's throat, Llava buried them into the mid-section of the Dwarf, giving the killing blow. Smiling at me, Llava tried to meld back into the shadows, only to be jumped by two Trolls, both towering over him, angry about the death of their Healer. One of the Trolls drove himself into the brink of insanity. Foaming at the mouth, suddenly his body started to change.

WOOOOOOOT!!!

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Yup. That's me in a fight.


Healer was just killed by Llava!

[Group] Llava:

Llava was just killed by 5 Berserkers!

[Group] Llava:

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Well written elf, well written. Us sneery-eyed Norse do appreciate a false tale of from time to time <wink>.


Be warned elf, ye spread more lies across our brethern I'll be forced to remedy the situation. Don't derail the Norse's spirits lad. Yer words are confusing to the Troll but we Norse don't let yer words go unattended!

With horror I saw the frenzy take the Troll. His teeth getting longer, his arms lengthening and hair growing all over his body. In a blink of an eye what little humanity the Troll possessed was erased, the metamorphosis to an animal complete – in body and spirit. Evading two blows, Llava jumped back from his aggressors, fumbling with his weapons, dropping one of his daggers. A smile still on his face, a third dagger appeared to replace the one he lost. Two more blows he evaded, cutting deep gashes in the fur of the Vendo. Then the second Troll was able to smash his lithe body with his hammer. Thrown against the wall, Llava had little he could do. Frantically dodging the axes and hammer, he had scant space to maneuver and with each blow that landed, his movement became more and more sluggish.


By now I was on my feet again but still in pain – my insides were still torn. A little figure, not higher than my knee darted from between my legs as speedy as a rat being chased by a fox. Sevarhin threw himself at the hulking Trolls, releasing his deadly energy. Zlara was still fixing me, her hands layed on me, her eyes closed. At Llava's shouts of frustration, her eyes flew open. They were red. From fatigue or from anger, I could not tell. Focusing her eyes, she gave a wordless shout. One hand flew from me and pointed at Llava, as if she was trying to reach him while still healing me. He was too far. Opening her palm, she beat the ground once, twice. Pressing her hand open-palmed to the ground, I could see blood streaming from it. The blood however, was not just dribbling randomly. As if by command, it snaked on the ground as fast you can blink! Then it touched Llava. Just so you know – all this happened in a few seconds. All in the confusion of battle. Only later, when I was browsing through my near-perfect memory was I able to see all these details. By this time, Llava was beaten to a pulp. He was sliding down the wall he was backed into leaving a trail of blood. Then that amazing thing happened. Zlara's blood clung to him covering him in a blink, turning blue then green. When it disappeared, Llava was whole again. "No Elfies die today! No Elfies!!" Zlara cried, her eyes rolling in her eye-sockets as she toppled to the ground. I was able to hold her arm that was on me just as she was falling and while I have no strength to actually hold one such as her from falling, I eased her fall at least.


The Vendo who did not expect Llava to actually be alive was at the brink of death. The metamorphisis and the little keen Sevarhin channeling destructive energy into him took their toll. The other Troll was almost dead too. By the time the thought that someone other than Llava was near him crept into his slow mind, the little keen did his damage. With a swift thrust of his daggers, Llava helped the two Trolls meet their maker.


At this point, I was chasing a Shaman who was trying to heal his friends while with his dirty magics causing putrid poisons to cling to us. I took him down and then saw too far from me, two kobolds appearing from the shadows, daggers drawn, aiming to strike at the helpless Zlara.

<clap> Good story! Keep it up

No! Not my druid!

Very well done Mas. Keep it up.


Toki - Anytime.