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Message: <blockquote data-quote="carpedavid" data-source="post: 1933274" data-attributes="member: 6971">The following is actually my fiancee's recently retired character. Laurel Sylvan Oakenblade Laurel is the scion of the Oakenblade family, a proud wood elf clan dedicated to the defense of the natural world against the forces of darkness. At 5'4", she's tall for an elf, but she retains the lithe build of her race. Her eyes are amber, her skin the color of golden leaves, and her hair is a dark green with yellow highlights that evokes the sensation of watching light filter through the forest canopy. As a ranger/rogue, Laurel wears leather armor that's easy to move in. She carries two blades: an ancestral longsword that blazes with fire upon command, and a short sword that has a blade permanently covered in frost. She put her blades to good use when, one day, she and her adventuring companions were ambushed by a group of winter wolves. She and her friends fought valiantly, but as the snow-covered ground turned crimson, her friends fell one by one. Eventually, all three of her companions were lying crumpled in the snow, while she faced off against the remaining two beasts. Every nerve in her body screamed as adrenaline coursed through her body. Her legs felt weak, and her arms were heavy, but she knew that she was the last chance that her friends had of surviving this encounter. She wiped the blood from her eyes, and charged the lead wolf. Twisting and turning, she barely managed to avoid its bloody jaws as she landed the telling blow. Then, before the wolf's lifeless body could fall under its own weight, she vaulted over the beast, propelling herself toward the remaining wolf. With a desperation matched only by a mother protecting her children, Laurel flew through the air, her blood-spattered hair trailing behind her, as she drew back the fiery sword of her ancestors. The beast reared back to meet its opponent, blood and fangs opposing fire and steel. Laurel screamed -- forcing every ounce of remaining energy into what she knew would be her last blow. The wolf howled as it snapped at her, attempting to catch her head in its massive jaws. At the last moment, Laurel ducked her head and swung her sword blindly, eliciting a deafening crack that echoed through the frozen forest as she crushed the beast's ribs. Both Laurel and the wolf collapsed. Laurel felt the cool kiss of snowflakes hit her face as she lay in the blood-soaked snow, and she smiled when she realized that she was the one still left alive.</blockquote>

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