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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cerebral Paladin" data-source="post: 3442319" data-attributes="member: 3448">As she expected, one of the Drowan Harlequins was dueling the gray elf captain of the Eldar’s guard.  The gray elf seemed more skilled, but he also had an advantage:  the Harlequin was carefully holding an elaborately carved wooden box in his off-hand and kept on adjusting his position to protect the box.  As the wood elves charged him, the Drow gave a short cry of despair.  Before they could reach him, he cursed, flipped a latch on the box, and tossed it at a human cowering in the corner of the kennel-- the master of the hounds, and the traitor within the palace. Dame Brionna flung her spear forward-- it was too heavy to be an effective missile, but if she could just deflect the box…  But while the spear was close, it clattered ineffectually to the ground as the box tumbled towards its target.  The master of the hounds held up his hands but a lump of ugly, angry mineral bounced free from the box and struck him in the chest.  He clutched at the mineral in horror while the Harlequin cried out in the same tongue he had used before and redoubled his attack on the gray elf captain. Even as Dame Brionna watched, the dog trainer began to change, convulsing and twitching as the warpstone took effect.  She knew that she could not make a difference in the battle between the elves, but perhaps she could do something about this.  She pulled out the piece of orichalcum that she carried to protect herself and flung it at the man, if he could still be considered human.  As it struck him, the orichalcum disappeared in a brilliant flash of energy, leaving a gaping hole in his chest where about eight times as much volume as the orichalcum had been blasted away.  The transformation stopped, and the kennel master collapsed in a pool of blood and strange ichor, with tentacles and other appendages scattered about him. The Harlequin glanced at this, then looked around at the elves surrounding him, and murmured something.  He then ground his sword edge against the floor and bowed his head.  The gray elf checked his attack midswing, sheathed his own sword, and took the Harlequin’s weapon from his unresisting hands.  In one sharp motion, he brought the sword down on his knee, shattering its blade, before giving a short instruction in Elven to his troops.  They stepped forward and placed rope of the finest, golden-hued filaments against the Harlequin’s arms.  The rope then tied itself, binding him tightly. The gray elf gave a short bow to Dame Brionna.  “Knight Captain.  Would you care to take him to your holding cells?  You may be able to get some information from him.  Since he has surrendered, he is likely to be cooperative.” “Thank you.  And thank you for your assistance.  We would have been hard-pressed to stop him ourselves.” The gray elf bowed his head, acknowledging the praise.  “It was our pleasure.” “Can you tell me what he said?  I am afraid that I do not speak your language.” “Ah.  He cursed his associate for being discovered, and then cursed me for clinging to Eiru-- this was after the initial exchange of alchemical flame and force bolts.  Then he swore that he would kill me for Morgrath, and I swore in response that I would not be slain, but would redeem him for the Light.  Once it was clear that he would lose, he said ‘Join with that you worship,’ and threw the rock at the human traitor.  And then he surrendered.” “Thank you again for your assistance.  You have done our realm a great service.”</blockquote>

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