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<blockquote data-quote="steeldragons" data-source="post: 6060376" data-attributes="member: 92511"><p>"ALAAARIA!" Haelan shouted over the bustle of the battle.</p><p></p><p>The magess turned to see the cleric and Braddok with some silver-haired dark robed elf heading her way.</p><p></p><p><em>"CASTERS READY!</em>" <translated from elvin> the soraryn captain shouted again from atop his stag, not far from her.</p><p></p><p>What did they want? She needed to prepare another battery of energy to take out the goblins nad hobgoblins slinking around behind the lines of undead. She could always just use her staff again, but if she wasn't careful she'd burn out the freshly recharged weapon in a single night!</p><p></p><p>"What is it?" she shouted back.</p><p></p><p>"We need to go get th-..." Braddok began to say and then just...stopped? In mid stride he stopped. Haelan, near the Grinlian swordsman's knees was similarly froen, seemingly in mid-run. The elf with them. No trace of the moon-priest's robes or silvery tresses moved at all.</p><p></p><p>Alaria immediately feared the worst. She turned in alarm to see the captain, his stag frozen, like a golden statue, rearing. The elf's voice wide open in the midst of some command. The elves around the stag and herself, all, just...stuck in whatever pose they had been in a heartbeat before. </p><p></p><p>The undead, the wounded, the wounding, arrows from both sides just sitting perfectly still in mid-air.</p><p></p><p>What could she do?! Whoever cast this holding had covered a HUGE amount of area. How...she didn't even know if was possible...Then she felt a breeze behind her and a familiar slightly gravelly voice of the elderly sounded very near her, but soft.</p><p></p><p>She whireld around again to see...a cloud, or was it a mist, sweep up and take form. White then pale lavender. Then darker. A bit of gold, some brown...the purple deepened as the humanoid form literally "stepped" into solidity.</p><p> </p><p>"Celerion?!" Alaria exclaimed. "What...how...what are you doing?"</p><p></p><p>"And greetings to you, Magess Alaria. I do as I have done these passed centuries....Carrying out my lordmage's will." the wrinkled elderly elf stepped slowly toward her. His gnarled staff seeming like it ought not be strong enough to keep the bent old elf on his feet beneath the heavy violet velvet and heavily inscribed gold-trimmed robes.</p><p></p><p>"The Lordmage Arganor has seen fit to grant your request." Celerion said and reached into the billowing sleeves behind the knotted hand holding the twisted staff.</p><p></p><p>"My request? He...really?!" Alaria was somewhat surprised.</p><p></p><p>"Of course, the matter of your compensation can be dealt with at some later time." the elf said calmly and looked around at the utter chaos of battle surrounding them. "Seems you might continue to need the Staff of Aanna for the moment, eh?"</p><p></p><p>The elvin chamberlain grinned a thin-lipped grin and winked at the magess as he withdrew the crystal orb, the Ihs Repahl. Almost immediately air seemed to flow around the two wizards and the swirling white clouds of light within churned as it was placed into Alaria's palm.</p><p></p><p>"Use it wisely, magess...and do not lose it!" Celerion said with a shake of a bony finger, as one might to a naughty child.</p><p></p><p>"Lord Chamberlain..." Alaria started, unsure of what to say or who to thank first. "My most humbled thanks to the Lordmage...and yourself for transporting it here. If I may, what is the magic you've worked here? I've never seen the like. With might such as yours we could win this battle easily."</p><p></p><p>"No, I imagine you've not seen the like." Celerion chuckled. When it seemed to Alaria he had no intention of responding to Alaria's second comment, he said, almost absentmindedly, in a soft "far off" sounding voice, "Winning the battle means nothing if the war is lost."</p><p></p><p>"But..." he said, looking at the amassed evil in the broad field. He took a few steps from Alaria, toward the reaching and silently shrieking undead. Celerion reached forward and tapped his staff just before between the elf forces. A light, silent, unassuming tap. Alaria didn't even think the old elf had the strength to leave a mark on the ground.</p><p></p><p>"Take care, Alaria Stormrider. There is much yet to do." Celerion said and as suddenly as he'd stepped into solid form, he seemed to fade from view and step away into nothingness.</p><p></p><p>Alaria looked at the orb within her palm and a slightly unnerving wicked smirk formed on her face. She looked up and around and all was still...still and silent. One pulse...two.</p><p></p><p>SHHHHHHEEEEEERRRRKOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!!!!!</p><p></p><p>Everything began to move again, just as it had been, but instead of the hustle and bustle and cries and roars and clangs, the whole of the battlefield cringed at the immense thunderous boom that left visible waves in the air before her. Undead, goblins and hobgoblins as far as the length of the field, back to the treeline high above and several hundreds of yards from her position, either shattered or exploded where they stood or fell to the ground clutching their ears before the shockwave.</p><p></p><p>Haelan, Braddok and the elf whose name she did not know stopped immediately. After the cringe, they looked at the nearly half-cleared battlefield. Then turned their stunned open-mouthed faces to Alaria.</p><p></p><p>"I got the orb back." Alaria smiled broadly and lifted the crystal toward her friends. "See!"</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="steeldragons, post: 6060376, member: 92511"] "ALAAARIA!" Haelan shouted over the bustle of the battle. The magess turned to see the cleric and Braddok with some silver-haired dark robed elf heading her way. [I]"CASTERS READY![/I]" <translated from elvin> the soraryn captain shouted again from atop his stag, not far from her. What did they want? She needed to prepare another battery of energy to take out the goblins nad hobgoblins slinking around behind the lines of undead. She could always just use her staff again, but if she wasn't careful she'd burn out the freshly recharged weapon in a single night! "What is it?" she shouted back. "We need to go get th-..." Braddok began to say and then just...stopped? In mid stride he stopped. Haelan, near the Grinlian swordsman's knees was similarly froen, seemingly in mid-run. The elf with them. No trace of the moon-priest's robes or silvery tresses moved at all. Alaria immediately feared the worst. She turned in alarm to see the captain, his stag frozen, like a golden statue, rearing. The elf's voice wide open in the midst of some command. The elves around the stag and herself, all, just...stuck in whatever pose they had been in a heartbeat before. The undead, the wounded, the wounding, arrows from both sides just sitting perfectly still in mid-air. What could she do?! Whoever cast this holding had covered a HUGE amount of area. How...she didn't even know if was possible...Then she felt a breeze behind her and a familiar slightly gravelly voice of the elderly sounded very near her, but soft. She whireld around again to see...a cloud, or was it a mist, sweep up and take form. White then pale lavender. Then darker. A bit of gold, some brown...the purple deepened as the humanoid form literally "stepped" into solidity. "Celerion?!" Alaria exclaimed. "What...how...what are you doing?" "And greetings to you, Magess Alaria. I do as I have done these passed centuries....Carrying out my lordmage's will." the wrinkled elderly elf stepped slowly toward her. His gnarled staff seeming like it ought not be strong enough to keep the bent old elf on his feet beneath the heavy violet velvet and heavily inscribed gold-trimmed robes. "The Lordmage Arganor has seen fit to grant your request." Celerion said and reached into the billowing sleeves behind the knotted hand holding the twisted staff. "My request? He...really?!" Alaria was somewhat surprised. "Of course, the matter of your compensation can be dealt with at some later time." the elf said calmly and looked around at the utter chaos of battle surrounding them. "Seems you might continue to need the Staff of Aanna for the moment, eh?" The elvin chamberlain grinned a thin-lipped grin and winked at the magess as he withdrew the crystal orb, the Ihs Repahl. Almost immediately air seemed to flow around the two wizards and the swirling white clouds of light within churned as it was placed into Alaria's palm. "Use it wisely, magess...and do not lose it!" Celerion said with a shake of a bony finger, as one might to a naughty child. "Lord Chamberlain..." Alaria started, unsure of what to say or who to thank first. "My most humbled thanks to the Lordmage...and yourself for transporting it here. If I may, what is the magic you've worked here? I've never seen the like. With might such as yours we could win this battle easily." "No, I imagine you've not seen the like." Celerion chuckled. When it seemed to Alaria he had no intention of responding to Alaria's second comment, he said, almost absentmindedly, in a soft "far off" sounding voice, "Winning the battle means nothing if the war is lost." "But..." he said, looking at the amassed evil in the broad field. He took a few steps from Alaria, toward the reaching and silently shrieking undead. Celerion reached forward and tapped his staff just before between the elf forces. A light, silent, unassuming tap. Alaria didn't even think the old elf had the strength to leave a mark on the ground. "Take care, Alaria Stormrider. There is much yet to do." Celerion said and as suddenly as he'd stepped into solid form, he seemed to fade from view and step away into nothingness. Alaria looked at the orb within her palm and a slightly unnerving wicked smirk formed on her face. She looked up and around and all was still...still and silent. One pulse...two. SHHHHHHEEEEEERRRRKOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!!!!! Everything began to move again, just as it had been, but instead of the hustle and bustle and cries and roars and clangs, the whole of the battlefield cringed at the immense thunderous boom that left visible waves in the air before her. Undead, goblins and hobgoblins as far as the length of the field, back to the treeline high above and several hundreds of yards from her position, either shattered or exploded where they stood or fell to the ground clutching their ears before the shockwave. Haelan, Braddok and the elf whose name she did not know stopped immediately. After the cringe, they looked at the nearly half-cleared battlefield. Then turned their stunned open-mouthed faces to Alaria. "I got the orb back." Alaria smiled broadly and lifted the crystal toward her friends. "See!" [/QUOTE]
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