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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4320275" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Shattered Dreams: Part 3 – Through the Looking Glass</strong></p><p></p><p>They were not alone in the strange dreamscape. The sounds of battle raged all around, along with occasional, haunting glimpses of the broken and bloody bodies of men, dwarves and hobgoblins. </p><p></p><p>Then through the mists appeared a small party of dwarves, led by a tall, shapely woman whose beauty was only marred by the scars on her face. Her troops’ armor was made of liquid shadow, blurred and shifting. </p><p></p><p>“Reavers,” snarled Beldin. The dwarves had weld marks binding their shadowy armor shut over their bodies. </p><p></p><p>The troop as one turned to gaze at the Solani dwarf, then began moving towards him, despite the fact that their feet were marching in a different direction entirely. </p><p></p><p>“So that would be the evil we’re here to defeat,” said Kham. </p><p></p><p>The woman sneered. “I can smell the stink of heroism on them,” she cooed in a voice like a whisper. Her words echoed from all around, causing swirls of color and light as they passed through the fog of dreams. “Kill them.” </p><p></p><p>Vlad drew Grungronhozarr. Beldin drew his battleaxe. Dril drew a scimitar and dagger. They waited as the Reavers closed. </p><p></p><p>Two of the Reavers fell as bullet holes appeared in their helmets. Another spun sideways, the victim of two arrows jutting from the eyeholes of a helmet.</p><p></p><p>At a cliff high above them, more dwarves battled men in armor of shimmering light, dueling upside-down on the underside of the cliff face. Fading into view through the fog was a massive melee between dwarves and hobgoblins on one side, and men and dwarves on the other, fighting on the top of a strange purple lake. </p><p></p><p>”You’re getting better.” Kham holstered two of his smoking pistols and drew two more. “That’s a difficult shot.”</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė smirked. “Unlike you, I learn from my mistakes.” Another Reaver fell from carefully aimed arrows.</p><p></p><p>On the cliff face above, which had suddenly shifted into a rolling plain and was now almost directly below them, the tide of battle turned as a new squad of men in shimmering white armor appeared. They were led by a tall, proud, and scarred Coryani, who broke the line of Reavers. </p><p></p><p>Beldin roared. He was easily Calactyte’s equal in size and strength, batting aside the smaller Reavers like a child throwing a tantrum at her playthings. </p><p></p><p>The Coryani leader looked around, and for a moment his eyes locked with Kham’s. He barked an order, impossible to make out over the din. His men, running in slow motion, began moving towards them. </p><p></p><p>Dril darted sideways, sliding the point of his scimitar under the ribcage of one of the Reavers. He stabbed the dwarf’s exposed throat as he went down.</p><p></p><p>“There’s too many!” shouted Vlad. He was having difficulty as three Reavers closed in on him.</p><p></p><p>As the deadly woman and her Reaver henchmen prepared for another attack, they found themselves flanked by soldiers in white. </p><p></p><p>One of the soldiers, a young boy whose white aura resolved itself every so often into a simple steel breastplate, said, “It’s not safe here! Follow me. Stay close, and do not lose sight; this land is very dangerous to those who are lost.” He turned, and moved quickly away. </p><p></p><p>They followed him out into the mists.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4320275, member: 3285"] [b]Shattered Dreams: Part 3 – Through the Looking Glass[/b] They were not alone in the strange dreamscape. The sounds of battle raged all around, along with occasional, haunting glimpses of the broken and bloody bodies of men, dwarves and hobgoblins. Then through the mists appeared a small party of dwarves, led by a tall, shapely woman whose beauty was only marred by the scars on her face. Her troops’ armor was made of liquid shadow, blurred and shifting. “Reavers,” snarled Beldin. The dwarves had weld marks binding their shadowy armor shut over their bodies. The troop as one turned to gaze at the Solani dwarf, then began moving towards him, despite the fact that their feet were marching in a different direction entirely. “So that would be the evil we’re here to defeat,” said Kham. The woman sneered. “I can smell the stink of heroism on them,” she cooed in a voice like a whisper. Her words echoed from all around, causing swirls of color and light as they passed through the fog of dreams. “Kill them.” Vlad drew Grungronhozarr. Beldin drew his battleaxe. Dril drew a scimitar and dagger. They waited as the Reavers closed. Two of the Reavers fell as bullet holes appeared in their helmets. Another spun sideways, the victim of two arrows jutting from the eyeholes of a helmet. At a cliff high above them, more dwarves battled men in armor of shimmering light, dueling upside-down on the underside of the cliff face. Fading into view through the fog was a massive melee between dwarves and hobgoblins on one side, and men and dwarves on the other, fighting on the top of a strange purple lake. ”You’re getting better.” Kham holstered two of his smoking pistols and drew two more. “That’s a difficult shot.” Ilmarė smirked. “Unlike you, I learn from my mistakes.” Another Reaver fell from carefully aimed arrows. On the cliff face above, which had suddenly shifted into a rolling plain and was now almost directly below them, the tide of battle turned as a new squad of men in shimmering white armor appeared. They were led by a tall, proud, and scarred Coryani, who broke the line of Reavers. Beldin roared. He was easily Calactyte’s equal in size and strength, batting aside the smaller Reavers like a child throwing a tantrum at her playthings. The Coryani leader looked around, and for a moment his eyes locked with Kham’s. He barked an order, impossible to make out over the din. His men, running in slow motion, began moving towards them. Dril darted sideways, sliding the point of his scimitar under the ribcage of one of the Reavers. He stabbed the dwarf’s exposed throat as he went down. “There’s too many!” shouted Vlad. He was having difficulty as three Reavers closed in on him. As the deadly woman and her Reaver henchmen prepared for another attack, they found themselves flanked by soldiers in white. One of the soldiers, a young boy whose white aura resolved itself every so often into a simple steel breastplate, said, “It’s not safe here! Follow me. Stay close, and do not lose sight; this land is very dangerous to those who are lost.” He turned, and moved quickly away. They followed him out into the mists. [/QUOTE]
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