Just arriving in Thunder Falls, Kedra Korwick steps off the coach and onto the moist ground. Is this rain ever going to let up Kedra thinks to himself. “I’ve got to lay low, the bounty hunters will be after me soon enough. I wonder where I can find a place to stay,” Kedra mumbles to himself. He notices The Black Boar, and surmises that it must be the local tavern and inn. Walking over to it he stops to catch his breath, his back open to a dark alleyway.
Dwerra, his half daughter, teleports behind him and screams his name loudly. Completely at a disadvantage, Kedra is completely taken by surprise. A dagger plunges deep into his backside and he winces. Immediately he falls to the ground. “At last I have you father.” Dwerra picks up his body and casts a teleport spell.
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Many hours later Kedra wakes up in a ten foot by ten foot cell. The smell of fecal matter and sweat permeates the air. “Ah, damn that’s nasty,” the doppelganger said as he comes to. Kedra turned off his olfactory sense and took inventory of himself. “Crud,” he said after he patted himself down. His tools weren’t own him. “How the hell did she know where I kept that back up set,” he questioned aloud, “No problem, there is always a solution for a doppelganger.”
With his full concentration Kedra attempted to assume the form a small bird. Instead a jolt pierces his mind and he falls to ground screaming in agony.
From the next cell over a tingy voice of a tenor yells out, “HEY! Keep it down in there will ya, some of us prisoners are trying to sleep!” Kedra lay on the ground, still in pain. What in the nine hells is preventing me from wild shaping the doppelganger thought to himself.
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Dwerra approached the throne room. The two guards stationed outside smile at her and open the twin doors. A massive room exposes itself to her eyes. People lay sprawled out covering purple tapestries and floor coverings. “My queen, I bring news of the traitor,” Dwerra says aloud, her voice ringing out against the stony room. The queen, a waif an elf, responds, “Proceed Dwerra.”
“I captured Kedra earlier and he currently resides in cell 1DD dash C24,” Kedra replies. A devilish smile forms on the lips of the elf queen and she rises from her throne. “Well done Lieutenant Dwerra, I shall see to it that you get your commission,” the queen says. The queen walks off to the left of the chamber and presses her royal insignia against the wall. In an instant the wall fades into nothingness and the queen passes through the wall reforming behind her as she enters the next room.
“Lieutenant,” Dwerra smiles herself this time, “it’s about time.”
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Using what strength he can muster Kedra manages to push against the stone floor and rises up to the bed. He composes himself mentally. There must be some sort of severance from the supernatural here he thinks to himself. But how can that be?
Dwerra, his half daughter, teleports behind him and screams his name loudly. Completely at a disadvantage, Kedra is completely taken by surprise. A dagger plunges deep into his backside and he winces. Immediately he falls to the ground. “At last I have you father.” Dwerra picks up his body and casts a teleport spell.
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Many hours later Kedra wakes up in a ten foot by ten foot cell. The smell of fecal matter and sweat permeates the air. “Ah, damn that’s nasty,” the doppelganger said as he comes to. Kedra turned off his olfactory sense and took inventory of himself. “Crud,” he said after he patted himself down. His tools weren’t own him. “How the hell did she know where I kept that back up set,” he questioned aloud, “No problem, there is always a solution for a doppelganger.”
With his full concentration Kedra attempted to assume the form a small bird. Instead a jolt pierces his mind and he falls to ground screaming in agony.
From the next cell over a tingy voice of a tenor yells out, “HEY! Keep it down in there will ya, some of us prisoners are trying to sleep!” Kedra lay on the ground, still in pain. What in the nine hells is preventing me from wild shaping the doppelganger thought to himself.
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Dwerra approached the throne room. The two guards stationed outside smile at her and open the twin doors. A massive room exposes itself to her eyes. People lay sprawled out covering purple tapestries and floor coverings. “My queen, I bring news of the traitor,” Dwerra says aloud, her voice ringing out against the stony room. The queen, a waif an elf, responds, “Proceed Dwerra.”
“I captured Kedra earlier and he currently resides in cell 1DD dash C24,” Kedra replies. A devilish smile forms on the lips of the elf queen and she rises from her throne. “Well done Lieutenant Dwerra, I shall see to it that you get your commission,” the queen says. The queen walks off to the left of the chamber and presses her royal insignia against the wall. In an instant the wall fades into nothingness and the queen passes through the wall reforming behind her as she enters the next room.
“Lieutenant,” Dwerra smiles herself this time, “it’s about time.”
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Using what strength he can muster Kedra manages to push against the stone floor and rises up to the bed. He composes himself mentally. There must be some sort of severance from the supernatural here he thinks to himself. But how can that be?
