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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ShaggySpellsword" data-source="post: 3780011" data-attributes="member: 17626">So, no crap, there we were...We had just captured the grain tower in the Crying FIelds and had been resting no less than a day when we get word that part of the line we were holding had snapped--they decided to be heroes, push forward and take Thrane by surprise.  I guess we were inspiring or something.  This had happened before...we were just supposed to spread ourselves out, close th gaps, and hope there were survivors to reinforce us.  Thing is, the commander of that squad was none other than Lord Dover ir'Wynarn: Queen Aurala's own cousin!  We were ordered in to extract those we could from the fray...with little hope of success.  We flew in as tight as we could, avoiding the Thranish bows...no mean feat mind you...before we jumped into the fray, cutting our way through up0jumped peasants and country zealots, trying to make it to Lord Dover's van who had been cut off and surrounded.  I saw his men being cut down, and there was no way we could make it time...at best Ghaunder would be able to patch him up...so I did what any red-blooded Aundarian would have done: I cast my Transposition spell and took Dover's place.  The surprise on those Flamer's faces when their fancy kill became a half-elf hoodlum was priceless!  At that point it was a simple matter to do a couple of Sudden jaunts and get the heck out of there!</blockquote>