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[FR] Heroes of the Vilhon Reach II (updated 3/6!)
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<blockquote data-quote="Broccli_Head" data-source="post: 674881" data-attributes="member: 105"><p><strong><span style="color: red">7-8 Tarsakh, Year of Rogue Dragons <em>The Beginning of the End, part III </em></span></strong></p><p></p><p>"This is getting us nowhere, sister. Please stop fighting against me!" </p><p></p><p>Ellysidell ducked the latest swipe from his own axe that the female wild elf wielded. Ellysidell responded with another smack with the flat of his falchion. Both he and her were wounded and had it not been for their heightened state of battle, would have been wobbly and on their last legs. Ellysidell's adversary merely grunted and sliced him across the arm. </p><p></p><p>Souliess had evened the odds by forcibly tossing the four other elves into the fire place with the power of his mind. They lay sprawled, awkwardly with broken heads and necks in a pile of logs next to it. Ellysidell had waved off any more help, but the psionic wolverine was searching for an advantage for the both of them and quickly. He smelled death and it was approaching quickly. </p><p></p><p><em>Tell her your the Chosen!</em> Souliess's sending echoed in Ellysidell's mind. <em>Grrr...How could he have forgotten? </em></p><p></p><p>"I am the Chosen of Felmarel Mestarine, our god. Surrender and follow me!"</p><p></p><p>That sounded strange to him, coming out of his own mouth. He'd felt it hadn't come across very confident. However, his tatoo of the mighty black wolf on his chest glowed slightly, giving his adversary pause. </p><p></p><p>"If you are Chosen as you say, you should have no problem defeating me."</p><p></p><p><em>Because your holding back, stupid elf!</em> Souliess yelled to no one. </p><p></p><p>Ell glared at the wolverine, "I wish to spare your life, sister."</p><p></p><p>He was beginning to sound more confident. </p><p></p><p>"Spare it as you please," she said narrowing her eyes as if still not convinced. Still, she was intrigued.</p><p></p><p>"If you defeat me, I will follow, but if I beat you, then you must join us against the hated humans!"</p><p></p><p>The Chosen of Felmarel Mestarine sighed, "I agree...."</p><p></p><p>And the barbarians rejoined combat, each with their own feral war cry.</p><p></p><p>**</p><p></p><p>As Ivan had predicted things had gotten worse. Two more of his men were down, bringing the total to six. He loved his men. The two whose corspes lay beneath him, had pushed their leader aside to given him time to down some healing. They had paid with their lives. Finally, he had slain one of the killer elves who had spouted vehemence against him and his human kind. His bite had also been pretty bad. Deep gashes still ran across Ivan's body, despite the healings. Now, however, he faced the last assassin one-on-one. Two more of his troops were holding their own against lesser elven warriors and two he had forced to stay behind him and cover a possible retreat. </p><p></p><p>"Benito, hurry it up down there! I could use a little help!"</p><p></p><p>"Your friend will be too late, human" retorted his foe with a bloody, disdainful grin.</p><p></p><p>That condescending look was the last straw for the Rashemani. </p><p></p><p>"Wipe that grin off your face, elf!" </p><p></p><p>Ivan struck his enemy in the mouth with his left fist, stunning him with the surprise move. This he followed with a downward back hand slash of his newly acquired, acid-dripping scimitar cutting the stumbling elf across the chest. Then, for the finishing move he struck powerfully with his old faithful, icy burst scimitar across the abdomen, spilling guts and freezing the blood. The elf toppled forward and Ivan crushed his neck underfoot for good measure.</p><p></p><p>Looking up, he saw Lord Bron and several of his house guard crash through the ranks of elves at the top of the stairs.</p><p></p><p><em>By Tempus, It's about bloody time!</em></p><p></p><p>"No need, Benito. It's all under control!"</p><p></p><p>In any case, Benito could not have helped, having enough problems of his own...</p><p></p><p>**</p><p></p><p>Benito had flown down to the dungeon to find the room more shadowy than he had remembered. Khirin was huddled on the floor in a fetal position clutching his crossbow tightly, whimpering. </p><p>Even more shocking was the open cell door and the moonblade sliding across the floor towards the opening. </p><p></p><p>Benito acted quickly, faster than even he thought possible and stepped on the sword mere inches before it crossed the threshold. Unholy pain shot up his leg as the blade retaliated in anger at being thwarted. Arcane magic followed as <em>magic missles</em> appeared and blasted Benito across the body. There was another spellcaster in here. One that the cleric had apparently missed, and he was still <em>invisible</em> even after that initial barrage. Gritting his teeth, Benito kicked the blade back into the cell. Again he was rewarded with pain, and on the edge of his thoughts a darkly, beautiful, elven woman pleaded with him for mercy and freedom. He dismissed the thought, but the resistance had cost him seconds. The outline of a shadow-covered elf appeared pointing in his direction. Instantly, He found himself in a deep well of shadows and was afraid.</p><p></p><p>Khirin whimpered again somewhere in the cold void. </p><p></p><p>Benito thought <em>This is not going well....</em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Broccli_Head, post: 674881, member: 105"] [b][color=red]7-8 Tarsakh, Year of Rogue Dragons [i]The Beginning of the End, part III [/i][/color][/b][color=red][/color] "This is getting us nowhere, sister. Please stop fighting against me!" Ellysidell ducked the latest swipe from his own axe that the female wild elf wielded. Ellysidell responded with another smack with the flat of his falchion. Both he and her were wounded and had it not been for their heightened state of battle, would have been wobbly and on their last legs. Ellysidell's adversary merely grunted and sliced him across the arm. Souliess had evened the odds by forcibly tossing the four other elves into the fire place with the power of his mind. They lay sprawled, awkwardly with broken heads and necks in a pile of logs next to it. Ellysidell had waved off any more help, but the psionic wolverine was searching for an advantage for the both of them and quickly. He smelled death and it was approaching quickly. [i]Tell her your the Chosen![/i] Souliess's sending echoed in Ellysidell's mind. [i]Grrr...How could he have forgotten? [/i] "I am the Chosen of Felmarel Mestarine, our god. Surrender and follow me!" That sounded strange to him, coming out of his own mouth. He'd felt it hadn't come across very confident. However, his tatoo of the mighty black wolf on his chest glowed slightly, giving his adversary pause. "If you are Chosen as you say, you should have no problem defeating me." [i]Because your holding back, stupid elf![/i] Souliess yelled to no one. Ell glared at the wolverine, "I wish to spare your life, sister." He was beginning to sound more confident. "Spare it as you please," she said narrowing her eyes as if still not convinced. Still, she was intrigued. "If you defeat me, I will follow, but if I beat you, then you must join us against the hated humans!" The Chosen of Felmarel Mestarine sighed, "I agree...." And the barbarians rejoined combat, each with their own feral war cry. ** As Ivan had predicted things had gotten worse. Two more of his men were down, bringing the total to six. He loved his men. The two whose corspes lay beneath him, had pushed their leader aside to given him time to down some healing. They had paid with their lives. Finally, he had slain one of the killer elves who had spouted vehemence against him and his human kind. His bite had also been pretty bad. Deep gashes still ran across Ivan's body, despite the healings. Now, however, he faced the last assassin one-on-one. Two more of his troops were holding their own against lesser elven warriors and two he had forced to stay behind him and cover a possible retreat. "Benito, hurry it up down there! I could use a little help!" "Your friend will be too late, human" retorted his foe with a bloody, disdainful grin. That condescending look was the last straw for the Rashemani. "Wipe that grin off your face, elf!" Ivan struck his enemy in the mouth with his left fist, stunning him with the surprise move. This he followed with a downward back hand slash of his newly acquired, acid-dripping scimitar cutting the stumbling elf across the chest. Then, for the finishing move he struck powerfully with his old faithful, icy burst scimitar across the abdomen, spilling guts and freezing the blood. The elf toppled forward and Ivan crushed his neck underfoot for good measure. Looking up, he saw Lord Bron and several of his house guard crash through the ranks of elves at the top of the stairs. [i]By Tempus, It's about bloody time![/i] "No need, Benito. It's all under control!" In any case, Benito could not have helped, having enough problems of his own... ** Benito had flown down to the dungeon to find the room more shadowy than he had remembered. Khirin was huddled on the floor in a fetal position clutching his crossbow tightly, whimpering. Even more shocking was the open cell door and the moonblade sliding across the floor towards the opening. Benito acted quickly, faster than even he thought possible and stepped on the sword mere inches before it crossed the threshold. Unholy pain shot up his leg as the blade retaliated in anger at being thwarted. Arcane magic followed as [i]magic missles[/i] appeared and blasted Benito across the body. There was another spellcaster in here. One that the cleric had apparently missed, and he was still [i]invisible[/i] even after that initial barrage. Gritting his teeth, Benito kicked the blade back into the cell. Again he was rewarded with pain, and on the edge of his thoughts a darkly, beautiful, elven woman pleaded with him for mercy and freedom. He dismissed the thought, but the resistance had cost him seconds. The outline of a shadow-covered elf appeared pointing in his direction. Instantly, He found himself in a deep well of shadows and was afraid. Khirin whimpered again somewhere in the cold void. Benito thought [i]This is not going well....[/i] [/QUOTE]
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