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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tom Cashel" data-source="post: 963482" data-attributes="member: 321">Ringed by foes before dawn, slavering death on every side, Drakhar, Finn, Celine, Gnorvald and Rix all faced outwards from the middle of their tiny camp.  Pelor's Gleam had not yet crested the horizon; only a grey gloaming in the north hinted at its approach.The smoke still flowed from small craters caused by Celina's fusilade, and crept across the dew-dappled grass, causing the feral creatures--still gathering at the hilltop to replace those who had charged and perished in spellflame--to hesitate, unsure of easy victory and hesitant to approach.But the masked one raised one hand and brought it down in a single decisive gesture, like the arc of a headsman's axe.A great roar to rival thunder rose out of the forest, a rumbling rush of full-throated vitriol that scattered birds from the trees and pumped icewater into the lungs of those five companions.Feeling as though his chest were sinking inward and numb with fear, Finn prayed softly to Pelor, repeated the same exhortation over and over, wished and hoped and promised nearly anything if only this moment could pass into relative safety with relative swiftness.Gnorvald and Rix readied their weapons, unsure of what was to follow the great cry, and Celine just sneered as she nocked another spellcharged arrow in its berth.And then, like a ray of honey, like a flood of fine-spun silk, like a cooling bath on sweat-stained skin, the dawn's light cut through the trees and fell upon the companions' tiny camp.The horde, and its masked master, had vanished and left only ribbons of fog that stretched down the valley sides from the trees.Four people sighed deeply with relief, and cautiously made ready to leave this place with all due haste.But Rix paused, and looked back to see Drakhar frozen in his place, staring up the hillside.  His bearded face twitched once.  He was a force of nature held barely in check.  He was staring at the place where the harlequin had been standing.</blockquote>

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