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<blockquote data-quote="Nonlethal Force" data-source="post: 3068105" data-attributes="member: 35788"><p>Semeion laughed as Rhema pressed the issue. He slowly shook his head, assuming that her charming personality wouldn’t work on what seemed to be a ghost. But then again, he still hadn’t gotten the whole story about who this figure was and why the swords and armor were so important. Perhaps there was more to this story than appeared on the surface.</p><p></p><p>The light gray figured seemed to will its movement into existence. The figure did not simulate walking or even swinging its arms. Rather, it merely levitated several inched off of the ground and slid itself forward into motion. Occasionally the figure would have to pass through trees, braches, and an occasional rock face. Each of these things didn’t hamper the figure in the slightest. The smaller saplings would simply pass right through it. Or, perhaps it was the figure that would simply pass right through the saplings. </p><p></p><p>In the case of the larger trees or the rock outcroppings, part or all of the entire figure would vanish for a second or two and then emerge out the other side as if nothing had happened. It took the party a bit of time to become familiar with this odd type of movement. But after traveling with the figure for several miles, their minds became immune to feeling the need to tell the figure to watch out for an upcoming tree or rock.</p><p></p><p>Rhema continued to talk to the figure about the need to help one another and exchange favors. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“So you see, although we had helped you first and you likewise helped us get out of the fix we were in because of helping you in the first place, we could use a bit of a favor in return. You’re already familiar with the red wyrm Grixanthrosilithiss and his territory. Well, several months ago we interrupted his next phase toward world domination. We stole his Provenience.”</span> Rhema pointed over her shoulder with her thumb back toward Charis.</p><p></p><p>The ghostly figure responded in shock. <span style="color: Lime">“You stole a Provenience? That’s simply amazing. And you escaped with your lives nonetheless! So why do you want to return to the dragon’s land?”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema continued to speak to the figure. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“It would seem that the dragon was not altogether pleased with our adventure. He kept what few remaining loyal servants he had and more than likely sent them into the tunnels underneath the Tongra-Quehalost Mountains in order to round up any villagers who had fled but were having difficulty navigating the mountainous tunnels. Once he had managed to regain some means for control over his remaining people and formulated a new plan for the repopulation of his Drakontai, he sent several thugs after us. They wanted nothing more than to obtain both revenge and Charis on account of her apparent treachery. During the interrogation of one of the thugs that the red wyrm sent after us, we discovered that the original plans of the wyrm are still in the process of coming to fruition. He has the means and the desire to populate an army of half-breed children to take over more land.”</span></p><p></p><p>Ischarus continued where Rhema left off. <span style="color: LightBlue">“Yes, and knowing the greed of the average red wyrm he’ll likely not be satisfied until he has made an entire claim on all of Quehalost. Should he ever realize even a portion of that dream it will be too late to stop him.”</span></p><p></p><p>The light gray figure nodded as he drifted just above the ground. <span style="color: Lime">“Agreed. The reason that the rest of the world continues to exist is because the flux of evil in Quehalost. Should the evil ever become organized and mount an offensive against the rest of the land all but Barghost would certainly fall quickly. Barghost would only survive long if the holy divine agents would break their code against direct interference.”</span></p><p></p><p>Charis looked puzzled for a moment. <span style="color: Orange">“Barghost? The region to the east of Tongra? They have special claim to the divine agents?”</span> She had only heard of Barghost in passing. Even then it was only since she had left the region of Quehalost and learned a new life at the villa where she had heard mention of Barghost. Largely on account of her lack of understanding, her question had a simple tone of hurt within it. </p><p></p><p>Ischarus immediately knew the source for her confusion and hurt and began to explain and set the record straight. <span style="color: LightBlue">“In a way, Charis. That is not to say that evil does not exist in Barghost. And that is certainly not to say that terrestrial divine agents can only be found there. But Barghost is to holy what Quehalost is to evil. The only difference is that in Quehalost the evil fights against itself for control of this land. In Barghost the divine agents have a pact with the natives of the land which specifies guidance and non-direct interference. The affairs of the people in Barghost are up to them to decide. They may seek the divine for influence and guidance, but that is all.”</span></p><p></p><p>Charis wrinkled her eyebrows and brought up her hand to run it through her hair while she thought. <span style="color: Orange">“So the land of Barghost is good and holy, is that what you are telling me?”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion laughed. <span style="color: Plum">“A more fair question to ask is if anything good can come out of Quehalost.”</span></p><p></p><p>Charis turned to look over her shoulder at him. She gave him an odd look of questioning as if she was trying to figure out if the question was for real or not. In reply, Semeion gestured with an open palm and returned Charis’ look with an interested expression of his own. <span style="color: Plum">“Well?”</span></p><p></p><p>Charis smiled, still a bit confused. <span style="color: Orange">“I am from Quehalost!”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema and Ischarus chuckled audibly, amused at Charis’ slight offense at Semeion’s question. They were also amused by the way that she had phrased her reply. No doubt as Semeion had intended, Rhema had taken Semeion’s question more personally than intended. It was likely Semeion’s goal to accomplish such a stance with Charis.</p><p></p><p>The light gray figure paused as it passed through a significantly large birch tree beside the path. It allowed Rhema’s horse to pass by. As Charis’ horse passed by the same birch tree, the figure popped out of the birch tree and continued gliding along the surface of the ground. It kept pace with Charis for the time being. <span style="color: Lime">“I believe, madam, that you have discovered the young man’s point.”</span></p><p></p><p>Charis jumped out of her saddle nearly an inch as the figure startled her. She had been looking over her right shoulder, so she hadn’t noticed when he stopped on her left side and then followed her so closely. Charis could hear the chuckle of Semeion behind her and she responded to the ghostly figure with a question of her own. <span style="color: Orange">“He wanted me to take his question personally?”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion responded in the third person regarding himself before the light gray figure could reply. <span style="color: Plum">“He wanted you to answer your own question. Barghost has as much of a tendency to produce citizens leaning toward holiness as Quehalost has in producing denizens leaning toward the greed and selfishness that comes from evil. But among the great evil that is known to be Quehalost you were found! You refused to be selfish and were willing to offer yourself up in sacrifice to help your people. Granted, it wouldn’t have worked, but it was the best plan that you could come up with given what you had. You’re not evil, yet you came from Quehalost!”</span></p><p></p><p>Charis nodded as she followed his reasoning. <span style="color: Orange">“So the average person in Barghost will lean to holiness. But evil is possible.”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema smiled as Charis worked the logic through in her head. Ischarus replied to the conversation that was happening behind him. <span style="color: LightBlue">“In fact, I am willing to assert that when you find evil in Barghost it will be a most heinous kind. It would have to be extremely wicked to survive in Barghost without being crushed under the holiness. Much like any good that is found in Quehalost is typically quite sacred. It would have to be impressively sacred to survive the atrocious evil that exists here.”</span> </p><p></p><p>Rhema smiled again as Ischarus spoke. He always had a way of speaking clearly while still magnifying the contrasting sides of right and wrong. She knew that Ischarus largely saw the world in white and black with little shade of gray. In this respect his religion served him well. She preferred to see shades of gray, but she respected Ischarus for the clarity of vision that he could sometimes speak towards.</p><p></p><p>Charis replied quickly to all of her mentors. <span style="color: Orange">“Thank you, all. Both for the …”</span></p><p></p><p>Suddenly a dark gray blur flashed before her eyes. It startled Charis enough that she forgot what exactly she was saying. It leapt up from the ground and knocked her from her saddle. In a moment she had her pick drawn and ready to return the attack. Another blur, this one black, leapt for Rhema and knocked her to the ground. Rhema found herself trapped under the paws of an enormous black wolf with green eyes.</p><p></p><p>Thana reared back, nearly throwing Semeion to the ground. To keep from falling, he rose to a standing position in the saddle and pressed his body against the neck of the rising horse. As Thana returned to the ground he could see that the two women had already been knocked out of their saddles and were struggling under the attack of the large wolves.</p><p></p><p>As the large wolves attacked, their ferocious snarls alerted Ischarus that trouble was brewing. He spun Elistra around and saw the beasts. In a moment, he was out of his own saddle. His weapon was in his hand as his feet hit the ground. He strode toward the wolf that had pinned Rhema to the ground and he heard the creature speak.</p><p></p><p>The wolf was apparently addressing Ischarus. <span style="color: Red">“Come no further or she dies feeling my teeth ripping out her neck.”</span> The black wolf’s head turned to face Ischarus and he felt himself caught momentarily by the eerily glowing green eyes.</p><p></p><p>Semeion took no notice of the monstrous wolf’s warning as it spoke to Ischarus. Instantly he conjured up the words he longed to use and then spoke them with authority now that Thana had settled beneath him. <span style="color: Plum">“Thin-tok.”</span> The words passed through his lips easily, and as the bright blue energy cascaded across his fingers he sent the charged ball directly into the side of the beast. The black haired wolf yelped slightly, but it maintained his position over Rhema.</p><p></p><p>Ischarus let out a low growl. At the end of his growl he smiled and muttered some magical words of his own. <span style="color: LightBlue">“Ahthach-gat”</span> As he pointed a finger at the wolf standing atop Rhema, a murky haze developed over the creature. The wolf appeared to grow weaker as the haze was absorbed into its body. When the haze had done its work, the creature still appeared ferocious, but much less able to put any hurt on Rhema.</p><p></p><p>Even though she was pinned, Rhema knew that she did not need her hands to work her best attack. She focused on the wolf as it recovered from Ischarus’ murky haze. Suddenly the large wolf let out another yelp. It had been attacked by a sharp force coming from beneath it, yet the wolf knew that it had Rhema trapped. The creature looked down at Rhema as if surprised to find that she was still largely pinned underneath him. Her hands had not produced the attack of force that he felt.</p><p></p><p>The wolf returned Rhema’s attack with one of its own. As it attempted to strike the woman pinned underneath it, the wolf found that Ischarus’ attack had reduced its ability to fight significantly. Its teeth sunk into Rhema’s shoulder area but it was unable to bite hard enough to penetrate her clothing. The beast released its bite and made a licking motion as if to remove fabric fibers from its tongue and mouth.</p><p></p><p>Semeion drew out one of his daggers, knowing that to throw it now would not in turn arm the enemy. From on top of Thana he released the dagger. It sailed through the air but missed the wolf completely as it flew too high. Semeion turned to see how Charis was fairing with the other wolf.</p><p></p><p>As Semeion turned, Ischarus continued his assault on the creature on top of Rhema. He noticed that on account of his weakening spell the wolf had trouble attacking as it had planned. With the immediate fear of life-ending danger slightly removed, Ischarus didn’t think twice about finishing his approach. His steel blade sliced through the air with a dramatic rush and the wolf yelped out in pain as steel cut through its thick coat and into its flesh. As Ischarus lifted his blade back into the air for another swing he noticed that the blade had been significantly bloodied.</p><p></p><p>Rhema took advantage once more of the strike from Ischarus and focused her mental powers upon the beast. Again the wolf yelped out in pain as a surprise attack came from below. Rhema was gratified that she had been able to take the wolf by surprise twice now. She hoped that perhaps her tactics would spook the beast.</p><p></p><p>The green eyed wolf knew that it was quickly losing its ability to stay on top of the fight. For that matter, it was struggling to simply stay on top of Rhema. It leapt into the air off of Rhema. In a moment it was gone. The only thing that remained was a crashing sound passing through the undergrowth. Once it had gone several paces, Ischarus and Rhema both heard it call back to its partner in a speech unknown to either of them. The call was followed by a quick howl.</p><p></p><p>As the fight over Rhema was going well, Charis found herself in a single duel against the gray haired wolf that had knocked her out of her own saddle. This wolf’s eyes glowed green as had the other wolf’s eyes. At the beast’s approach Abijou wisely retreated to a much safer distance. Charis stepped toward the wolf and connected with a solid blow. The pointed end of her pick struggled to find its way through the thick mat of fur, but the solid blow had been landed nonetheless.</p><p></p><p>As Charis swung her arms, the wolf sprang forward and snapped hard at Rhema. The creature’s powerful jaws snapped shut and found nothing but air. Charis had watched the attack coming and knew that she had to move her forearm out of harm’s way. It was only a split second difference between safety and a bloodied forearm. Fortunately, her reflexes were still good. The only damage that she found herself in was a slight spray of the creature’s spit as the jaws closed empty.</p><p></p><p>Charis struck out another blow, but this time the wolf ducked low. As Charis twisted with the motion of the pick the wolf returned the blow with a strike at her thigh. The powerful jaws of the beast found home this time. Charis watched as the beast’s teeth bloodied her leg. The creature seemed spurred on by the taste of blood until it heard the help and call from its partner. As the other wolf bounded off and howled, the remaining creature licked its lips and turned to Charis. <span style="color: Red">“I’ve tasted your blood, Drakontos. I know you’re not human and I promise you that I’ll be back to finish the meal. Drakontos is some of my favorite flesh.”</span></p><p></p><p>Having finished its thought, the creature followed its partner and leapt into the woods to find its companion. Once the threat had vanished, Semeion turned to Charis and asked, <span style="color: Plum">“Did it know you?”</span></p><p></p><p>Charis shook her head, not knowing the proper answer. She was just as confused as he was. A few feet away from Semeion and Charis, Ischarus sheathed his sword and helped Rhema to her feet. He turned her around and brushed grass and dirt off of the back of her traveling cloak.</p><p></p><p>The ghostly figure spoke so that all could hear him. <span style="color: Lime">“Froves. They were big, mean, and nasty froves. They are used by goblins to track their enemies. The fact that we were caught by them means that the goblins are already in pursuit. Their tactics were to delay us and I’ve seen this before. You’ll note that the tactics worked. We have been delayed already. With any luck the smaller goblins won’t be riding atop the backs of other froves as mounts. If we are unlucky, well, you all better move pretty quickly.”</span> The light gray figure had a worried look upon its face.</p><p></p><p>[Sblock=Color-Free Speech Section]</p><p>Semeion laughed as Rhema pressed the issue. He slowly shook his head, assuming that her charming personality wouldn’t work on what seemed to be a ghost. But then again, he still hadn’t gotten the whole story about who this figure was and why the swords and armor were so important. Perhaps there was more to this story than appeared on the surface.</p><p></p><p>The light gray figured seemed to will its movement into existence. The figure did not simulate walking or even swinging its arms. Rather, it merely levitated several inched off of the ground and slid itself forward into motion. Occasionally the figure would have to pass through trees, braches, and an occasional rock face. Each of these things didn’t hamper the figure in the slightest. The smaller saplings would simply pass right through it. Or, perhaps it was the figure that would simply pass right through the saplings. </p><p></p><p>In the case of the larger trees or the rock outcroppings, part or all of the entire figure would vanish for a second or two and then emerge out the other side as if nothing had happened. It took the party a bit of time to become familiar with this odd type of movement. But after traveling with the figure for several miles, their minds became immune to feeling the need to tell the figure to watch out for an upcoming tree or rock.</p><p></p><p>Rhema continued to talk to the figure about the need to help one another and exchange favors. “So you see, although we had helped you first and you likewise helped us get out of the fix we were in because of helping you in the first place, we could use a bit of a favor in return. You’re already familiar with the red wyrm Grixanthrosilithiss and his territory. Well, several months ago we interrupted his next phase toward world domination. We stole his Provenience.” Rhema pointed over her shoulder with her thumb back toward Charis.</p><p></p><p>The ghostly figure responded in shock. “You stole a Provenience? That’s simply amazing. And you escaped with your lives nonetheless! So why do you want to return to the dragon’s land?”</p><p></p><p>Rhema continued to speak to the figure. “It would seem that the dragon was not altogether pleased with our adventure. He kept what few remaining loyal servants he had and more than likely sent them into the tunnels underneath the Tongra-Quehalost Mountains in order to round up any villagers who had fled but were having difficulty navigating the mountainous tunnels. Once he had managed to regain some means for control over his remaining people and formulated a new plan for the repopulation of his Drakontai, he sent several thugs after us. They wanted nothing more than to obtain both revenge and Charis on account of her apparent treachery. During the interrogation of one of the thugs that the red wyrm sent after us, we discovered that the original plans of the wyrm are still in the process of coming to fruition. He has the means and the desire to populate an army of half-breed children to take over more land.”</p><p></p><p>Ischarus continued where Rhema left off. “Yes, and knowing the greed of the average red wyrm he’ll likely not be satisfied until he has made an entire claim on all of Quehalost. Should he ever realize even a portion of that dream it will be too late to stop him.”</p><p></p><p>The light gray figure nodded as he drifted just above the ground. “Agreed. The reason that the rest of the world continues to exist is because the flux of evil in Quehalost. Should the evil ever become organized and mount an offensive against the rest of the land all but Barghost would certainly fall quickly. Barghost would only survive long if the holy divine agents would break their code against direct interference.”</p><p></p><p>Charis looked puzzled for a moment. “Barghost? The region to the east of Tongra? They have special claim to the divine agents?” She had only heard of Barghost in passing. Even then it was only since she had left the region of Quehalost and learned a new life at the villa where she had heard mention of Barghost. Largely on account of her lack of understanding, her question had a simple tone of hurt within it. </p><p></p><p>Ischarus immediately knew the source for her confusion and hurt and began to explain and set the record straight. “In a way, Charis. That is not to say that evil does not exist in Barghost. And that is certainly not to say that terrestrial divine agents can only be found there. But Barghost is to holy what Quehalost is to evil. The only difference is that in Quehalost the evil fights against itself for control of this land. In Barghost the divine agents have a pact with the natives of the land which specifies guidance and non-direct interference. The affairs of the people in Barghost are up to them to decide. They may seek the divine for influence and guidance, but that is all.”</p><p></p><p>Charis wrinkled her eyebrows and brought up her hand to run it through her hair while she thought. “So the land of Barghost is good and holy, is that what you are telling me?”</p><p></p><p>Semeion laughed. “A more fair question to ask is if anything good can come out of Quehalost.”</p><p></p><p>Charis turned to look over her shoulder at him. She gave him an odd look of questioning as if she was trying to figure out if the question was for real or not. In reply, Semeion gestured with an open palm and returned Charis’ look with an interested expression of his own. “Well?”</p><p></p><p>Charis smiled, still a bit confused. “I am from Quehalost!”</p><p></p><p>Rhema and Ischarus chuckled audibly, amused at Charis’ slight offense at Semeion’s question. They were also amused by the way that she had phrased her reply. No doubt as Semeion had intended, Rhema had taken Semeion’s question more personally than intended. It was likely Semeion’s goal to accomplish such a stance with Charis.</p><p></p><p>The light gray figure paused as it passed through a significantly large birch tree beside the path. It allowed Rhema’s horse to pass by. As Charis’ horse passed by the same birch tree, the figure popped out of the birch tree and continued gliding along the surface of the ground. It kept pace with Charis for the time being. “I believe, madam, that you have discovered the young man’s point.”</p><p></p><p>Charis jumped out of her saddle nearly an inch as the figure startled her. She had been looking over her right shoulder, so she hadn’t noticed when he stopped on her left side and then followed her so closely. Charis could hear the chuckle of Semeion behind her and she responded to the ghostly figure with a question of her own. “He wanted me to take his question personally?”</p><p></p><p>Semeion responded in the third person regarding himself before the light gray figure could reply. “He wanted you to answer your own question. Barghost has as much of a tendency to produce citizens leaning toward holiness as Quehalost has in producing denizens leaning toward the greed and selfishness that comes from evil. But among the great evil that is known to be Quehalost you were found! You refused to be selfish and were willing to offer yourself up in sacrifice to help your people. Granted, it wouldn’t have worked, but it was the best plan that you could come up with given what you had. You’re not evil, yet you came from Quehalost!”</p><p></p><p>Charis nodded as she followed his reasoning. “So the average person in Barghost will lean to holiness. But evil is possible.”</p><p></p><p>Rhema smiled as Charis worked the logic through in her head. Ischarus replied to the conversation that was happening behind him. “In fact, I am willing to assert that when you find evil in Barghost it will be a most heinous kind. It would have to be extremely wicked to survive in Barghost without being crushed under the holiness. Much like any good that is found in Quehalost is typically quite sacred. It would have to be impressively sacred to survive the atrocious evil that exists here.” </p><p></p><p>Rhema smiled again as Ischarus spoke. He always had a way of speaking clearly while still magnifying the contrasting sides of right and wrong. She knew that Ischarus largely saw the world in white and black with little shade of gray. In this respect his religion served him well. She preferred to see shades of gray, but she respected Ischarus for the clarity of vision that he could sometimes speak towards.</p><p></p><p>Charis replied quickly to all of her mentors. “Thank you, all. Both for the …”</p><p></p><p>Suddenly a dark gray blur flashed before her eyes. It startled Charis enough that she forgot what exactly she was saying. It leapt up from the ground and knocked her from her saddle. In a moment she had her pick drawn and ready to return the attack. Another blur, this one black, leapt for Rhema and knocked her to the ground. Rhema found herself trapped under the paws of an enormous black wolf with green eyes.</p><p></p><p>Thana reared back, nearly throwing Semeion to the ground. To keep from falling, he rose to a standing position in the saddle and pressed his body against the neck of the rising horse. As Thana returned to the ground he could see that the two women had already been knocked out of their saddles and were struggling under the attack of the large wolves.</p><p></p><p>As the large wolves attacked, their ferocious snarls alerted Ischarus that trouble was brewing. He spun Elistra around and saw the beasts. In a moment, he was out of his own saddle. His weapon was in his hand as his feet hit the ground. He strode toward the wolf that had pinned Rhema to the ground and he heard the creature speak.</p><p></p><p>The wolf was apparently addressing Ischarus. “Come no further or she dies feeling my teeth ripping out her neck.” The black wolf’s head turned to face Ischarus and he felt himself caught momentarily by the eerily glowing green eyes.</p><p></p><p>Semeion took no notice of the monstrous wolf’s warning as it spoke to Ischarus. Instantly he conjured up the words he longed to use and then spoke them with authority now that Thana had settled beneath him. “Thin-tok.” The words passed through his lips easily, and as the bright blue energy cascaded across his fingers he sent the charged ball directly into the side of the beast. The black haired wolf yelped slightly, but it maintained his position over Rhema.</p><p></p><p>Ischarus let out a low growl. At the end of his growl he smiled and muttered some magical words of his own. “Ahthach-gat” As he pointed a finger at the wolf standing atop Rhema, a murky haze developed over the creature. The wolf appeared to grow weaker as the haze was absorbed into its body. When the haze had done its work, the creature still appeared ferocious, but much less able to put any hurt on Rhema.</p><p></p><p>Even though she was pinned, Rhema knew that she did not need her hands to work her best attack. She focused on the wolf as it recovered from Ischarus’ murky haze. Suddenly the large wolf let out another yelp. It had been attacked by a sharp force coming from beneath it, yet the wolf knew that it had Rhema trapped. The creature looked down at Rhema as if surprised to find that she was still largely pinned underneath him. Her hands had not produced the attack of force that he felt.</p><p></p><p>The wolf returned Rhema’s attack with one of its own. As it attempted to strike the woman pinned underneath it, the wolf found that Ischarus’ attack had reduced its ability to fight significantly. Its teeth sunk into Rhema’s shoulder area but it was unable to bite hard enough to penetrate her clothing. The beast released its bite and made a licking motion as if to remove fabric fibers from its tongue and mouth.</p><p></p><p>Semeion drew out one of his daggers, knowing that to throw it now would not in turn arm the enemy. From on top of Thana he released the dagger. It sailed through the air but missed the wolf completely as it flew too high. Semeion turned to see how Charis was fairing with the other wolf.</p><p></p><p>As Semeion turned, Ischarus continued his assault on the creature on top of Rhema. He noticed that on account of his weakening spell the wolf had trouble attacking as it had planned. With the immediate fear of life-ending danger slightly removed, Ischarus didn’t think twice about finishing his approach. His steel blade sliced through the air with a dramatic rush and the wolf yelped out in pain as steel cut through its thick coat and into its flesh. As Ischarus lifted his blade back into the air for another swing he noticed that the blade had been significantly bloodied.</p><p></p><p>Rhema took advantage once more of the strike from Ischarus and focused her mental powers upon the beast. Again the wolf yelped out in pain as a surprise attack came from below. Rhema was gratified that she had been able to take the wolf by surprise twice now. She hoped that perhaps her tactics would spook the beast.</p><p></p><p>The green eyed wolf knew that it was quickly losing its ability to stay on top of the fight. For that matter, it was struggling to simply stay on top of Rhema. It leapt into the air off of Rhema. In a moment it was gone. The only thing that remained was a crashing sound passing through the undergrowth. Once it had gone several paces, Ischarus and Rhema both heard it call back to its partner in a speech unknown to either of them. The call was followed by a quick howl.</p><p></p><p>As the fight over Rhema was going well, Charis found herself in a single duel against the gray haired wolf that had knocked her out of her own saddle. This wolf’s eyes glowed green as had the other wolf’s eyes. At the beast’s approach Abijou wisely retreated to a much safer distance. Charis stepped toward the wolf and connected with a solid blow. The pointed end of her pick struggled to find its way through the thick mat of fur, but the solid blow had been landed nonetheless.</p><p></p><p>As Charis swung her arms, the wolf sprang forward and snapped hard at Rhema. The creature’s powerful jaws snapped shut and found nothing but air. Charis had watched the attack coming and knew that she had to move her forearm out of harm’s way. It was only a split second difference between safety and a bloodied forearm. Fortunately, her reflexes were still good. The only damage that she found herself in was a slight spray of the creature’s spit as the jaws closed empty.</p><p></p><p>Charis struck out another blow, but this time the wolf ducked low. As Charis twisted with the motion of the pick the wolf returned the blow with a strike at her thigh. The powerful jaws of the beast found home this time. Charis watched as the beast’s teeth bloodied her leg. The creature seemed spurred on by the taste of blood until it heard the help and call from its partner. As the other wolf bounded off and howled, the remaining creature licked its lips and turned to Charis. “I’ve tasted your blood, Drakontos. I know you’re not human and I promise you that I’ll be back to finish the meal. Drakontos is some of my favorite flesh.”</p><p></p><p>Having finished its thought, the creature followed its partner and leapt into the woods to find its companion. Once the threat had vanished, Semeion turned to Charis and asked, “Did it know you?”</p><p></p><p>Charis shook her head, not knowing the proper answer. She was just as confused as he was. A few feet away from Semeion and Charis, Ischarus sheathed his sword and helped Rhema to her feet. He turned her around and brushed grass and dirt off of the back of her traveling cloak.</p><p></p><p>The ghostly figure spoke so that all could hear him. “Froves. They were big, mean, and nasty froves. They are used by goblins to track their enemies. The fact that we were caught by them means that the goblins are already in pursuit. Their tactics were to delay us and I’ve seen this before. You’ll note that the tactics worked. We have been delayed already. With any luck the smaller goblins won’t be riding atop the backs of other froves as mounts. If we are unlucky, well, you all better move pretty quickly.” The light gray figure had a worried look upon its face.[/Sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Nonlethal Force, post: 3068105, member: 35788"] Semeion laughed as Rhema pressed the issue. He slowly shook his head, assuming that her charming personality wouldn’t work on what seemed to be a ghost. But then again, he still hadn’t gotten the whole story about who this figure was and why the swords and armor were so important. Perhaps there was more to this story than appeared on the surface. The light gray figured seemed to will its movement into existence. The figure did not simulate walking or even swinging its arms. Rather, it merely levitated several inched off of the ground and slid itself forward into motion. Occasionally the figure would have to pass through trees, braches, and an occasional rock face. Each of these things didn’t hamper the figure in the slightest. The smaller saplings would simply pass right through it. Or, perhaps it was the figure that would simply pass right through the saplings. In the case of the larger trees or the rock outcroppings, part or all of the entire figure would vanish for a second or two and then emerge out the other side as if nothing had happened. It took the party a bit of time to become familiar with this odd type of movement. But after traveling with the figure for several miles, their minds became immune to feeling the need to tell the figure to watch out for an upcoming tree or rock. Rhema continued to talk to the figure about the need to help one another and exchange favors. [Color=PaleGreen]“So you see, although we had helped you first and you likewise helped us get out of the fix we were in because of helping you in the first place, we could use a bit of a favor in return. You’re already familiar with the red wyrm Grixanthrosilithiss and his territory. Well, several months ago we interrupted his next phase toward world domination. We stole his Provenience.”[/Color] Rhema pointed over her shoulder with her thumb back toward Charis. The ghostly figure responded in shock. [Color=Lime]“You stole a Provenience? That’s simply amazing. And you escaped with your lives nonetheless! So why do you want to return to the dragon’s land?”[/Color] Rhema continued to speak to the figure. [Color=PaleGreen]“It would seem that the dragon was not altogether pleased with our adventure. He kept what few remaining loyal servants he had and more than likely sent them into the tunnels underneath the Tongra-Quehalost Mountains in order to round up any villagers who had fled but were having difficulty navigating the mountainous tunnels. Once he had managed to regain some means for control over his remaining people and formulated a new plan for the repopulation of his Drakontai, he sent several thugs after us. They wanted nothing more than to obtain both revenge and Charis on account of her apparent treachery. During the interrogation of one of the thugs that the red wyrm sent after us, we discovered that the original plans of the wyrm are still in the process of coming to fruition. He has the means and the desire to populate an army of half-breed children to take over more land.”[/Color] Ischarus continued where Rhema left off. [Color=LightBlue]“Yes, and knowing the greed of the average red wyrm he’ll likely not be satisfied until he has made an entire claim on all of Quehalost. Should he ever realize even a portion of that dream it will be too late to stop him.”[/Color] The light gray figure nodded as he drifted just above the ground. [Color=Lime]“Agreed. The reason that the rest of the world continues to exist is because the flux of evil in Quehalost. Should the evil ever become organized and mount an offensive against the rest of the land all but Barghost would certainly fall quickly. Barghost would only survive long if the holy divine agents would break their code against direct interference.”[/Color] Charis looked puzzled for a moment. [Color=Orange]“Barghost? The region to the east of Tongra? They have special claim to the divine agents?”[/Color] She had only heard of Barghost in passing. Even then it was only since she had left the region of Quehalost and learned a new life at the villa where she had heard mention of Barghost. Largely on account of her lack of understanding, her question had a simple tone of hurt within it. Ischarus immediately knew the source for her confusion and hurt and began to explain and set the record straight. [Color=LightBlue]“In a way, Charis. That is not to say that evil does not exist in Barghost. And that is certainly not to say that terrestrial divine agents can only be found there. But Barghost is to holy what Quehalost is to evil. The only difference is that in Quehalost the evil fights against itself for control of this land. In Barghost the divine agents have a pact with the natives of the land which specifies guidance and non-direct interference. The affairs of the people in Barghost are up to them to decide. They may seek the divine for influence and guidance, but that is all.”[/Color] Charis wrinkled her eyebrows and brought up her hand to run it through her hair while she thought. [Color=Orange]“So the land of Barghost is good and holy, is that what you are telling me?”[/Color] Semeion laughed. [Color=Plum]“A more fair question to ask is if anything good can come out of Quehalost.”[/Color] Charis turned to look over her shoulder at him. She gave him an odd look of questioning as if she was trying to figure out if the question was for real or not. In reply, Semeion gestured with an open palm and returned Charis’ look with an interested expression of his own. [Color=Plum]“Well?”[/Color] Charis smiled, still a bit confused. [Color=Orange]“I am from Quehalost!”[/Color] Rhema and Ischarus chuckled audibly, amused at Charis’ slight offense at Semeion’s question. They were also amused by the way that she had phrased her reply. No doubt as Semeion had intended, Rhema had taken Semeion’s question more personally than intended. It was likely Semeion’s goal to accomplish such a stance with Charis. The light gray figure paused as it passed through a significantly large birch tree beside the path. It allowed Rhema’s horse to pass by. As Charis’ horse passed by the same birch tree, the figure popped out of the birch tree and continued gliding along the surface of the ground. It kept pace with Charis for the time being. [Color=Lime]“I believe, madam, that you have discovered the young man’s point.”[/Color] Charis jumped out of her saddle nearly an inch as the figure startled her. She had been looking over her right shoulder, so she hadn’t noticed when he stopped on her left side and then followed her so closely. Charis could hear the chuckle of Semeion behind her and she responded to the ghostly figure with a question of her own. [Color=Orange]“He wanted me to take his question personally?”[/Color] Semeion responded in the third person regarding himself before the light gray figure could reply. [Color=Plum]“He wanted you to answer your own question. Barghost has as much of a tendency to produce citizens leaning toward holiness as Quehalost has in producing denizens leaning toward the greed and selfishness that comes from evil. But among the great evil that is known to be Quehalost you were found! You refused to be selfish and were willing to offer yourself up in sacrifice to help your people. Granted, it wouldn’t have worked, but it was the best plan that you could come up with given what you had. You’re not evil, yet you came from Quehalost!”[/Color] Charis nodded as she followed his reasoning. [Color=Orange]“So the average person in Barghost will lean to holiness. But evil is possible.”[/Color] Rhema smiled as Charis worked the logic through in her head. Ischarus replied to the conversation that was happening behind him. [Color=LightBlue]“In fact, I am willing to assert that when you find evil in Barghost it will be a most heinous kind. It would have to be extremely wicked to survive in Barghost without being crushed under the holiness. Much like any good that is found in Quehalost is typically quite sacred. It would have to be impressively sacred to survive the atrocious evil that exists here.”[/Color] Rhema smiled again as Ischarus spoke. He always had a way of speaking clearly while still magnifying the contrasting sides of right and wrong. She knew that Ischarus largely saw the world in white and black with little shade of gray. In this respect his religion served him well. She preferred to see shades of gray, but she respected Ischarus for the clarity of vision that he could sometimes speak towards. Charis replied quickly to all of her mentors. [Color=Orange]“Thank you, all. Both for the …”[/Color] Suddenly a dark gray blur flashed before her eyes. It startled Charis enough that she forgot what exactly she was saying. It leapt up from the ground and knocked her from her saddle. In a moment she had her pick drawn and ready to return the attack. Another blur, this one black, leapt for Rhema and knocked her to the ground. Rhema found herself trapped under the paws of an enormous black wolf with green eyes. Thana reared back, nearly throwing Semeion to the ground. To keep from falling, he rose to a standing position in the saddle and pressed his body against the neck of the rising horse. As Thana returned to the ground he could see that the two women had already been knocked out of their saddles and were struggling under the attack of the large wolves. As the large wolves attacked, their ferocious snarls alerted Ischarus that trouble was brewing. He spun Elistra around and saw the beasts. In a moment, he was out of his own saddle. His weapon was in his hand as his feet hit the ground. He strode toward the wolf that had pinned Rhema to the ground and he heard the creature speak. The wolf was apparently addressing Ischarus. [Color=Red]“Come no further or she dies feeling my teeth ripping out her neck.”[/Color] The black wolf’s head turned to face Ischarus and he felt himself caught momentarily by the eerily glowing green eyes. Semeion took no notice of the monstrous wolf’s warning as it spoke to Ischarus. Instantly he conjured up the words he longed to use and then spoke them with authority now that Thana had settled beneath him. [Color=Plum]“Thin-tok.”[/Color] The words passed through his lips easily, and as the bright blue energy cascaded across his fingers he sent the charged ball directly into the side of the beast. The black haired wolf yelped slightly, but it maintained his position over Rhema. Ischarus let out a low growl. At the end of his growl he smiled and muttered some magical words of his own. [Color=LightBlue]“Ahthach-gat”[/Color] As he pointed a finger at the wolf standing atop Rhema, a murky haze developed over the creature. The wolf appeared to grow weaker as the haze was absorbed into its body. When the haze had done its work, the creature still appeared ferocious, but much less able to put any hurt on Rhema. Even though she was pinned, Rhema knew that she did not need her hands to work her best attack. She focused on the wolf as it recovered from Ischarus’ murky haze. Suddenly the large wolf let out another yelp. It had been attacked by a sharp force coming from beneath it, yet the wolf knew that it had Rhema trapped. The creature looked down at Rhema as if surprised to find that she was still largely pinned underneath him. Her hands had not produced the attack of force that he felt. The wolf returned Rhema’s attack with one of its own. As it attempted to strike the woman pinned underneath it, the wolf found that Ischarus’ attack had reduced its ability to fight significantly. Its teeth sunk into Rhema’s shoulder area but it was unable to bite hard enough to penetrate her clothing. The beast released its bite and made a licking motion as if to remove fabric fibers from its tongue and mouth. Semeion drew out one of his daggers, knowing that to throw it now would not in turn arm the enemy. From on top of Thana he released the dagger. It sailed through the air but missed the wolf completely as it flew too high. Semeion turned to see how Charis was fairing with the other wolf. As Semeion turned, Ischarus continued his assault on the creature on top of Rhema. He noticed that on account of his weakening spell the wolf had trouble attacking as it had planned. With the immediate fear of life-ending danger slightly removed, Ischarus didn’t think twice about finishing his approach. His steel blade sliced through the air with a dramatic rush and the wolf yelped out in pain as steel cut through its thick coat and into its flesh. As Ischarus lifted his blade back into the air for another swing he noticed that the blade had been significantly bloodied. Rhema took advantage once more of the strike from Ischarus and focused her mental powers upon the beast. Again the wolf yelped out in pain as a surprise attack came from below. Rhema was gratified that she had been able to take the wolf by surprise twice now. She hoped that perhaps her tactics would spook the beast. The green eyed wolf knew that it was quickly losing its ability to stay on top of the fight. For that matter, it was struggling to simply stay on top of Rhema. It leapt into the air off of Rhema. In a moment it was gone. The only thing that remained was a crashing sound passing through the undergrowth. Once it had gone several paces, Ischarus and Rhema both heard it call back to its partner in a speech unknown to either of them. The call was followed by a quick howl. As the fight over Rhema was going well, Charis found herself in a single duel against the gray haired wolf that had knocked her out of her own saddle. This wolf’s eyes glowed green as had the other wolf’s eyes. At the beast’s approach Abijou wisely retreated to a much safer distance. Charis stepped toward the wolf and connected with a solid blow. The pointed end of her pick struggled to find its way through the thick mat of fur, but the solid blow had been landed nonetheless. As Charis swung her arms, the wolf sprang forward and snapped hard at Rhema. The creature’s powerful jaws snapped shut and found nothing but air. Charis had watched the attack coming and knew that she had to move her forearm out of harm’s way. It was only a split second difference between safety and a bloodied forearm. Fortunately, her reflexes were still good. The only damage that she found herself in was a slight spray of the creature’s spit as the jaws closed empty. Charis struck out another blow, but this time the wolf ducked low. As Charis twisted with the motion of the pick the wolf returned the blow with a strike at her thigh. The powerful jaws of the beast found home this time. Charis watched as the beast’s teeth bloodied her leg. The creature seemed spurred on by the taste of blood until it heard the help and call from its partner. As the other wolf bounded off and howled, the remaining creature licked its lips and turned to Charis. [Color=Red]“I’ve tasted your blood, Drakontos. I know you’re not human and I promise you that I’ll be back to finish the meal. Drakontos is some of my favorite flesh.”[/Color] Having finished its thought, the creature followed its partner and leapt into the woods to find its companion. Once the threat had vanished, Semeion turned to Charis and asked, [Color=Plum]“Did it know you?”[/Color] Charis shook her head, not knowing the proper answer. She was just as confused as he was. A few feet away from Semeion and Charis, Ischarus sheathed his sword and helped Rhema to her feet. He turned her around and brushed grass and dirt off of the back of her traveling cloak. The ghostly figure spoke so that all could hear him. [Color=Lime]“Froves. They were big, mean, and nasty froves. They are used by goblins to track their enemies. The fact that we were caught by them means that the goblins are already in pursuit. Their tactics were to delay us and I’ve seen this before. You’ll note that the tactics worked. We have been delayed already. With any luck the smaller goblins won’t be riding atop the backs of other froves as mounts. If we are unlucky, well, you all better move pretty quickly.”[/Color] The light gray figure had a worried look upon its face. [Sblock=Color-Free Speech Section] Semeion laughed as Rhema pressed the issue. He slowly shook his head, assuming that her charming personality wouldn’t work on what seemed to be a ghost. But then again, he still hadn’t gotten the whole story about who this figure was and why the swords and armor were so important. Perhaps there was more to this story than appeared on the surface. The light gray figured seemed to will its movement into existence. The figure did not simulate walking or even swinging its arms. Rather, it merely levitated several inched off of the ground and slid itself forward into motion. Occasionally the figure would have to pass through trees, braches, and an occasional rock face. Each of these things didn’t hamper the figure in the slightest. The smaller saplings would simply pass right through it. Or, perhaps it was the figure that would simply pass right through the saplings. In the case of the larger trees or the rock outcroppings, part or all of the entire figure would vanish for a second or two and then emerge out the other side as if nothing had happened. It took the party a bit of time to become familiar with this odd type of movement. But after traveling with the figure for several miles, their minds became immune to feeling the need to tell the figure to watch out for an upcoming tree or rock. Rhema continued to talk to the figure about the need to help one another and exchange favors. “So you see, although we had helped you first and you likewise helped us get out of the fix we were in because of helping you in the first place, we could use a bit of a favor in return. You’re already familiar with the red wyrm Grixanthrosilithiss and his territory. Well, several months ago we interrupted his next phase toward world domination. We stole his Provenience.” Rhema pointed over her shoulder with her thumb back toward Charis. The ghostly figure responded in shock. “You stole a Provenience? That’s simply amazing. And you escaped with your lives nonetheless! So why do you want to return to the dragon’s land?” Rhema continued to speak to the figure. “It would seem that the dragon was not altogether pleased with our adventure. He kept what few remaining loyal servants he had and more than likely sent them into the tunnels underneath the Tongra-Quehalost Mountains in order to round up any villagers who had fled but were having difficulty navigating the mountainous tunnels. Once he had managed to regain some means for control over his remaining people and formulated a new plan for the repopulation of his Drakontai, he sent several thugs after us. They wanted nothing more than to obtain both revenge and Charis on account of her apparent treachery. During the interrogation of one of the thugs that the red wyrm sent after us, we discovered that the original plans of the wyrm are still in the process of coming to fruition. He has the means and the desire to populate an army of half-breed children to take over more land.” Ischarus continued where Rhema left off. “Yes, and knowing the greed of the average red wyrm he’ll likely not be satisfied until he has made an entire claim on all of Quehalost. Should he ever realize even a portion of that dream it will be too late to stop him.” The light gray figure nodded as he drifted just above the ground. “Agreed. The reason that the rest of the world continues to exist is because the flux of evil in Quehalost. Should the evil ever become organized and mount an offensive against the rest of the land all but Barghost would certainly fall quickly. Barghost would only survive long if the holy divine agents would break their code against direct interference.” Charis looked puzzled for a moment. “Barghost? The region to the east of Tongra? They have special claim to the divine agents?” She had only heard of Barghost in passing. Even then it was only since she had left the region of Quehalost and learned a new life at the villa where she had heard mention of Barghost. Largely on account of her lack of understanding, her question had a simple tone of hurt within it. Ischarus immediately knew the source for her confusion and hurt and began to explain and set the record straight. “In a way, Charis. That is not to say that evil does not exist in Barghost. And that is certainly not to say that terrestrial divine agents can only be found there. But Barghost is to holy what Quehalost is to evil. The only difference is that in Quehalost the evil fights against itself for control of this land. In Barghost the divine agents have a pact with the natives of the land which specifies guidance and non-direct interference. The affairs of the people in Barghost are up to them to decide. They may seek the divine for influence and guidance, but that is all.” Charis wrinkled her eyebrows and brought up her hand to run it through her hair while she thought. “So the land of Barghost is good and holy, is that what you are telling me?” Semeion laughed. “A more fair question to ask is if anything good can come out of Quehalost.” Charis turned to look over her shoulder at him. She gave him an odd look of questioning as if she was trying to figure out if the question was for real or not. In reply, Semeion gestured with an open palm and returned Charis’ look with an interested expression of his own. “Well?” Charis smiled, still a bit confused. “I am from Quehalost!” Rhema and Ischarus chuckled audibly, amused at Charis’ slight offense at Semeion’s question. They were also amused by the way that she had phrased her reply. No doubt as Semeion had intended, Rhema had taken Semeion’s question more personally than intended. It was likely Semeion’s goal to accomplish such a stance with Charis. The light gray figure paused as it passed through a significantly large birch tree beside the path. It allowed Rhema’s horse to pass by. As Charis’ horse passed by the same birch tree, the figure popped out of the birch tree and continued gliding along the surface of the ground. It kept pace with Charis for the time being. “I believe, madam, that you have discovered the young man’s point.” Charis jumped out of her saddle nearly an inch as the figure startled her. She had been looking over her right shoulder, so she hadn’t noticed when he stopped on her left side and then followed her so closely. Charis could hear the chuckle of Semeion behind her and she responded to the ghostly figure with a question of her own. “He wanted me to take his question personally?” Semeion responded in the third person regarding himself before the light gray figure could reply. “He wanted you to answer your own question. Barghost has as much of a tendency to produce citizens leaning toward holiness as Quehalost has in producing denizens leaning toward the greed and selfishness that comes from evil. But among the great evil that is known to be Quehalost you were found! You refused to be selfish and were willing to offer yourself up in sacrifice to help your people. Granted, it wouldn’t have worked, but it was the best plan that you could come up with given what you had. You’re not evil, yet you came from Quehalost!” Charis nodded as she followed his reasoning. “So the average person in Barghost will lean to holiness. But evil is possible.” Rhema smiled as Charis worked the logic through in her head. Ischarus replied to the conversation that was happening behind him. “In fact, I am willing to assert that when you find evil in Barghost it will be a most heinous kind. It would have to be extremely wicked to survive in Barghost without being crushed under the holiness. Much like any good that is found in Quehalost is typically quite sacred. It would have to be impressively sacred to survive the atrocious evil that exists here.” Rhema smiled again as Ischarus spoke. He always had a way of speaking clearly while still magnifying the contrasting sides of right and wrong. She knew that Ischarus largely saw the world in white and black with little shade of gray. In this respect his religion served him well. She preferred to see shades of gray, but she respected Ischarus for the clarity of vision that he could sometimes speak towards. Charis replied quickly to all of her mentors. “Thank you, all. Both for the …” Suddenly a dark gray blur flashed before her eyes. It startled Charis enough that she forgot what exactly she was saying. It leapt up from the ground and knocked her from her saddle. In a moment she had her pick drawn and ready to return the attack. Another blur, this one black, leapt for Rhema and knocked her to the ground. Rhema found herself trapped under the paws of an enormous black wolf with green eyes. Thana reared back, nearly throwing Semeion to the ground. To keep from falling, he rose to a standing position in the saddle and pressed his body against the neck of the rising horse. As Thana returned to the ground he could see that the two women had already been knocked out of their saddles and were struggling under the attack of the large wolves. As the large wolves attacked, their ferocious snarls alerted Ischarus that trouble was brewing. He spun Elistra around and saw the beasts. In a moment, he was out of his own saddle. His weapon was in his hand as his feet hit the ground. He strode toward the wolf that had pinned Rhema to the ground and he heard the creature speak. The wolf was apparently addressing Ischarus. “Come no further or she dies feeling my teeth ripping out her neck.” The black wolf’s head turned to face Ischarus and he felt himself caught momentarily by the eerily glowing green eyes. Semeion took no notice of the monstrous wolf’s warning as it spoke to Ischarus. Instantly he conjured up the words he longed to use and then spoke them with authority now that Thana had settled beneath him. “Thin-tok.” The words passed through his lips easily, and as the bright blue energy cascaded across his fingers he sent the charged ball directly into the side of the beast. The black haired wolf yelped slightly, but it maintained his position over Rhema. Ischarus let out a low growl. At the end of his growl he smiled and muttered some magical words of his own. “Ahthach-gat” As he pointed a finger at the wolf standing atop Rhema, a murky haze developed over the creature. The wolf appeared to grow weaker as the haze was absorbed into its body. When the haze had done its work, the creature still appeared ferocious, but much less able to put any hurt on Rhema. Even though she was pinned, Rhema knew that she did not need her hands to work her best attack. She focused on the wolf as it recovered from Ischarus’ murky haze. Suddenly the large wolf let out another yelp. It had been attacked by a sharp force coming from beneath it, yet the wolf knew that it had Rhema trapped. The creature looked down at Rhema as if surprised to find that she was still largely pinned underneath him. Her hands had not produced the attack of force that he felt. The wolf returned Rhema’s attack with one of its own. As it attempted to strike the woman pinned underneath it, the wolf found that Ischarus’ attack had reduced its ability to fight significantly. Its teeth sunk into Rhema’s shoulder area but it was unable to bite hard enough to penetrate her clothing. The beast released its bite and made a licking motion as if to remove fabric fibers from its tongue and mouth. Semeion drew out one of his daggers, knowing that to throw it now would not in turn arm the enemy. From on top of Thana he released the dagger. It sailed through the air but missed the wolf completely as it flew too high. Semeion turned to see how Charis was fairing with the other wolf. As Semeion turned, Ischarus continued his assault on the creature on top of Rhema. He noticed that on account of his weakening spell the wolf had trouble attacking as it had planned. With the immediate fear of life-ending danger slightly removed, Ischarus didn’t think twice about finishing his approach. His steel blade sliced through the air with a dramatic rush and the wolf yelped out in pain as steel cut through its thick coat and into its flesh. As Ischarus lifted his blade back into the air for another swing he noticed that the blade had been significantly bloodied. Rhema took advantage once more of the strike from Ischarus and focused her mental powers upon the beast. Again the wolf yelped out in pain as a surprise attack came from below. Rhema was gratified that she had been able to take the wolf by surprise twice now. She hoped that perhaps her tactics would spook the beast. The green eyed wolf knew that it was quickly losing its ability to stay on top of the fight. For that matter, it was struggling to simply stay on top of Rhema. It leapt into the air off of Rhema. In a moment it was gone. The only thing that remained was a crashing sound passing through the undergrowth. Once it had gone several paces, Ischarus and Rhema both heard it call back to its partner in a speech unknown to either of them. The call was followed by a quick howl. As the fight over Rhema was going well, Charis found herself in a single duel against the gray haired wolf that had knocked her out of her own saddle. This wolf’s eyes glowed green as had the other wolf’s eyes. At the beast’s approach Abijou wisely retreated to a much safer distance. Charis stepped toward the wolf and connected with a solid blow. The pointed end of her pick struggled to find its way through the thick mat of fur, but the solid blow had been landed nonetheless. As Charis swung her arms, the wolf sprang forward and snapped hard at Rhema. The creature’s powerful jaws snapped shut and found nothing but air. Charis had watched the attack coming and knew that she had to move her forearm out of harm’s way. It was only a split second difference between safety and a bloodied forearm. Fortunately, her reflexes were still good. The only damage that she found herself in was a slight spray of the creature’s spit as the jaws closed empty. Charis struck out another blow, but this time the wolf ducked low. As Charis twisted with the motion of the pick the wolf returned the blow with a strike at her thigh. The powerful jaws of the beast found home this time. Charis watched as the beast’s teeth bloodied her leg. The creature seemed spurred on by the taste of blood until it heard the help and call from its partner. As the other wolf bounded off and howled, the remaining creature licked its lips and turned to Charis. “I’ve tasted your blood, Drakontos. I know you’re not human and I promise you that I’ll be back to finish the meal. Drakontos is some of my favorite flesh.” Having finished its thought, the creature followed its partner and leapt into the woods to find its companion. Once the threat had vanished, Semeion turned to Charis and asked, “Did it know you?” Charis shook her head, not knowing the proper answer. She was just as confused as he was. A few feet away from Semeion and Charis, Ischarus sheathed his sword and helped Rhema to her feet. He turned her around and brushed grass and dirt off of the back of her traveling cloak. The ghostly figure spoke so that all could hear him. “Froves. They were big, mean, and nasty froves. They are used by goblins to track their enemies. The fact that we were caught by them means that the goblins are already in pursuit. Their tactics were to delay us and I’ve seen this before. You’ll note that the tactics worked. We have been delayed already. With any luck the smaller goblins won’t be riding atop the backs of other froves as mounts. If we are unlucky, well, you all better move pretty quickly.” The light gray figure had a worried look upon its face.[/Sblock] [/QUOTE]
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