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<blockquote data-quote="steeldragons" data-source="post: 6060363" data-attributes="member: 92511"><p>Haelan ducked from the swiping skeletal goblin. A solid smash with his mace put an end to that. He looked out before him at the wave of undead before him.</p><p></p><p>"Was this the third one? The fourth?" the daelvar wondered with some exhaustion, to himself.</p><p></p><p>Haelan jolted in surprise as a shower of small bone shard sprayed over him like rain from his right. He turned to see an elf in midnight blue robes and silvery stars and crescent moons all along the trim. The silvery white haired elf gave Haelan a momentary grin before whirling his staff around him to decimate another skeleton on his flank.</p><p></p><p>The top of the staff held the up-turned crescent moon and trio of stars that, as Healan recalled form his teachings, symbolized the greater moon goddess, Arinane. She was much revered by the elves, Haelan knew. The daelvar was equally impressed that the relatively thin silver, decorative looking top of the staff seemed capable of cleaving through the undead like butter left out at a summer picnic too long.</p><p></p><p>"Keep your wits, my Hill-tending friend. We shall not let these affronts to the gods take you from us this night!" the elf smiled.</p><p></p><p>Haelan smiled back, more out of the similarity the full-blooded elf's words sounded like his half-blooded elf friend's.</p><p></p><p>Almost before Haelan could react, the odor wafted over the field across the two priests. Haelan gagged and grabbed his holy pinecome symbol...again! He knew that smell all too well and wasn't about to let any ghouls lay a paralyzing talon on himself or his new friend.</p><p></p><p>The scents of honey and pine filled the area and dismissed the "ghoul stank" as Duor liked to say. It also gave the Arinanish priest and the Hilltender a wide diameter of breathing room, as skeleton and zombie goblinoids shattered and turned to dust in the honey colored glory that was Faerantha's might. Those that did not, as well as the, as yet unseen, ghouls beat a hasty retreat.</p><p></p><p>"I don't think I'll ever tire of that." smiled the elf moon-priest. "You really must tell me how that's done when this is all over."</p><p></p><p>Then Haelan noticed that between his toes was a literal layer of this undead "dust." Had they truly been fighting THAT many creatures! "Ew gross, " Haelan complained, "I'm stepping in zombie!"</p><p></p><p>It was only moments after the "turning" corona faded from the very tired daelvar priest that it seemed a breeze whipped up...yet there was no breeze. All across the field before him, and through his very toes, the undead grey dust and bone shards seemed to "blow" and roll and sweep up together...Another few moments and a brand new force of undead creatures was again facing the elvin troops. </p><p></p><p>Haelan exhaled a rather defeated sounding exhale. "We can't keep doing this." he muttered.</p><p></p><p>The elf priest, little more than an acolyte of a mere century in age, named Cyrillian (Haelan was pretty sure that was what it was), looked down at the daelvar in some confusion. "You tire?" he said perplexed. Then understanding crossed his chiseled face. "You tire!" Cyrillian realized. The invocations the daelvar used must take a toll. Cyrillian also recalled, he had heard, the bodies of mortal races were more fragile, prone to disease and exhaustion.</p><p></p><p>Cyrillian stepped between the new under and the Hilltender, who sank to his knee for a moment. The elf threw out his arms and uttered the odd tongue of the lost human empire of Seluria to invoke the Bright Lady's blessings upon them. A momentary flash of silver light ringed the two priests. Secure that his prayer was answered, the elf turned and knelt down to the Hilltender. </p><p></p><p>"Take a moment, now, my friend. The night is far from ended." he said in a kindly tone.</p><p></p><p>There was a flash of blue light nearby and the low rumble of thunder to their other side. Haelan's eyes lifted to where the pale blue light flashed and slashed through the crowded battlefield. He'd been very impressed by Braddok's new weapon when the thing had burst into flame before the battle had been joined.</p><p></p><p>"Braddok!" Haelan called through the crowd, seeing the warrior attempting to make his way toward their general direction. "Braddok, help!"</p><p></p><p>The warrior was there in a moment. His face was awash in concern to see the daelvar priest on the ground with an elf kneelying over him. "Haelan! Are you..."</p><p></p><p>"I'm fine, for the moment." Haelan began. The warrior was able to near the two priests (as he was not intending them harm or attacking) and helped Haelan back to his feet. "But we need to stop them!" he used his mace to point toward the surrounding undead. "Every time we take them down, they just come back together. We'll never beat them. They must be being controlled from somewhere! Endore's putrid hand is all over this. I can feel it. We need to find those priests and stop them!"</p><p></p><p><em>*Kandu...can help.*</em> came the curious voice into Braddok's head.</p><p></p><p>"Then do it!" Braddok said out loud in some aggrevation.</p><p></p><p>Haelan looked up at the warrior with the eyes of a kicked puppy.</p><p></p><p>"I WILL! But I need your help! Alaria's too, probably. We don't know where they are." He was cold. It was dark. He was soooo tired. Up to his toe-hairs in zombie dust...and now Braddok was yelling at him! Healan's bottom lip quivered.</p><p></p><p>"Not you, Haelan. The sword. I'm sorry. The sword was talking to me." the warrior apologized.</p><p></p><p><em>*Gaze into my crystals.*</em> Kandu's voice echoed through the swordsman's thoughts again. </p><p></p><p>Braddok did as bidden. </p><p></p><p>Within the two sapphires in the hilt, a light flickered and blue and white color swirled together. Then there they were, in Braddok's mind's eye. Three priests near the tree line at the far end of the field. Sharp bony elbows and shoulders poked out at inhuman angles from beneath black tattered looking robes. They circled and twirled around each other. Sometimes throwing their arms here and there in what looked as much like fits as dancing. Sometimes reaching high then bending low. All the while, drawn and cracked pale lips moved unknown sounds from beneath the off-white skull-masks that covered the top of their faces.</p><p></p><p>With a shutter, the image was sharply gone from Braddok's mind, but the knowledge of their location was clear to him. </p><p></p><p>"I know where they are. Let's get Alaria and put an end to this." Braddok said.</p><p></p><p><em>*You're welcome.*</em> Kandu's voice said to Braddok.</p><p></p><p>Braddok rolled his eyes as he ushered the daelvar and elf priests before him back into the ranks to get to where he was confident Alaria had stationed herself.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="steeldragons, post: 6060363, member: 92511"] Haelan ducked from the swiping skeletal goblin. A solid smash with his mace put an end to that. He looked out before him at the wave of undead before him. "Was this the third one? The fourth?" the daelvar wondered with some exhaustion, to himself. Haelan jolted in surprise as a shower of small bone shard sprayed over him like rain from his right. He turned to see an elf in midnight blue robes and silvery stars and crescent moons all along the trim. The silvery white haired elf gave Haelan a momentary grin before whirling his staff around him to decimate another skeleton on his flank. The top of the staff held the up-turned crescent moon and trio of stars that, as Healan recalled form his teachings, symbolized the greater moon goddess, Arinane. She was much revered by the elves, Haelan knew. The daelvar was equally impressed that the relatively thin silver, decorative looking top of the staff seemed capable of cleaving through the undead like butter left out at a summer picnic too long. "Keep your wits, my Hill-tending friend. We shall not let these affronts to the gods take you from us this night!" the elf smiled. Haelan smiled back, more out of the similarity the full-blooded elf's words sounded like his half-blooded elf friend's. Almost before Haelan could react, the odor wafted over the field across the two priests. Haelan gagged and grabbed his holy pinecome symbol...again! He knew that smell all too well and wasn't about to let any ghouls lay a paralyzing talon on himself or his new friend. The scents of honey and pine filled the area and dismissed the "ghoul stank" as Duor liked to say. It also gave the Arinanish priest and the Hilltender a wide diameter of breathing room, as skeleton and zombie goblinoids shattered and turned to dust in the honey colored glory that was Faerantha's might. Those that did not, as well as the, as yet unseen, ghouls beat a hasty retreat. "I don't think I'll ever tire of that." smiled the elf moon-priest. "You really must tell me how that's done when this is all over." Then Haelan noticed that between his toes was a literal layer of this undead "dust." Had they truly been fighting THAT many creatures! "Ew gross, " Haelan complained, "I'm stepping in zombie!" It was only moments after the "turning" corona faded from the very tired daelvar priest that it seemed a breeze whipped up...yet there was no breeze. All across the field before him, and through his very toes, the undead grey dust and bone shards seemed to "blow" and roll and sweep up together...Another few moments and a brand new force of undead creatures was again facing the elvin troops. Haelan exhaled a rather defeated sounding exhale. "We can't keep doing this." he muttered. The elf priest, little more than an acolyte of a mere century in age, named Cyrillian (Haelan was pretty sure that was what it was), looked down at the daelvar in some confusion. "You tire?" he said perplexed. Then understanding crossed his chiseled face. "You tire!" Cyrillian realized. The invocations the daelvar used must take a toll. Cyrillian also recalled, he had heard, the bodies of mortal races were more fragile, prone to disease and exhaustion. Cyrillian stepped between the new under and the Hilltender, who sank to his knee for a moment. The elf threw out his arms and uttered the odd tongue of the lost human empire of Seluria to invoke the Bright Lady's blessings upon them. A momentary flash of silver light ringed the two priests. Secure that his prayer was answered, the elf turned and knelt down to the Hilltender. "Take a moment, now, my friend. The night is far from ended." he said in a kindly tone. There was a flash of blue light nearby and the low rumble of thunder to their other side. Haelan's eyes lifted to where the pale blue light flashed and slashed through the crowded battlefield. He'd been very impressed by Braddok's new weapon when the thing had burst into flame before the battle had been joined. "Braddok!" Haelan called through the crowd, seeing the warrior attempting to make his way toward their general direction. "Braddok, help!" The warrior was there in a moment. His face was awash in concern to see the daelvar priest on the ground with an elf kneelying over him. "Haelan! Are you..." "I'm fine, for the moment." Haelan began. The warrior was able to near the two priests (as he was not intending them harm or attacking) and helped Haelan back to his feet. "But we need to stop them!" he used his mace to point toward the surrounding undead. "Every time we take them down, they just come back together. We'll never beat them. They must be being controlled from somewhere! Endore's putrid hand is all over this. I can feel it. We need to find those priests and stop them!" [I]*Kandu...can help.*[/I] came the curious voice into Braddok's head. "Then do it!" Braddok said out loud in some aggrevation. Haelan looked up at the warrior with the eyes of a kicked puppy. "I WILL! But I need your help! Alaria's too, probably. We don't know where they are." He was cold. It was dark. He was soooo tired. Up to his toe-hairs in zombie dust...and now Braddok was yelling at him! Healan's bottom lip quivered. "Not you, Haelan. The sword. I'm sorry. The sword was talking to me." the warrior apologized. [I]*Gaze into my crystals.*[/I] Kandu's voice echoed through the swordsman's thoughts again. Braddok did as bidden. Within the two sapphires in the hilt, a light flickered and blue and white color swirled together. Then there they were, in Braddok's mind's eye. Three priests near the tree line at the far end of the field. Sharp bony elbows and shoulders poked out at inhuman angles from beneath black tattered looking robes. They circled and twirled around each other. Sometimes throwing their arms here and there in what looked as much like fits as dancing. Sometimes reaching high then bending low. All the while, drawn and cracked pale lips moved unknown sounds from beneath the off-white skull-masks that covered the top of their faces. With a shutter, the image was sharply gone from Braddok's mind, but the knowledge of their location was clear to him. "I know where they are. Let's get Alaria and put an end to this." Braddok said. [I]*You're welcome.*[/I] Kandu's voice said to Braddok. Braddok rolled his eyes as he ushered the daelvar and elf priests before him back into the ranks to get to where he was confident Alaria had stationed herself. [/QUOTE]
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