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<blockquote data-quote="Radiating Gnome" data-source="post: 309846" data-attributes="member: 150"><p><strong>He's not heavy, he's my dwarf, part 5</strong></p><p></p><p>Part Five</p><p></p><p>Pah user the boxcars for cover and made her way to a spot behind the tank. Then, sword in hand, she leapt into the air, to land on top of the tank's turret.</p><p></p><p>When her feet touched the top of the tank, however, it disappeared in cloud of smoke and photons. Pah landed hard on the ground where the illusion of the tank had been.</p><p></p><p>Although the tank ha been an illusion, the SS and Wehrmacht reinforcements that kept arriving were plenty real, and keeping steady pressure on Eli, whose steady stream of arrows was the one thing keeping the waves of soldiers away from Crys who continued to search the buildings around the train station for Irk's Equipment. </p><p></p><p>Uri, relieved that the tank was not real moved towards one of the unexplored buildings. he opened the door and was greeted by a quartet of German officers and their pistols. </p><p></p><p>While Uri dove for cover, Ulric, still holding the potion Uri had handed him. When he saw Uri being shot at he looked for a moment at the potion he had not yet had the time to drink. In a second the decision was made. and the potion rolled out of his fingers and his lips were moving again, calling down a flame strike on the building. As he passed out again he heard the screams of the Nazi officers.</p><p></p><p>Pah made her way back to Irk, who was crawling across the clearing Crys finished searching the buildings, not having found Irk's gear, made one last stop.</p><p></p><p>She ducked into the relocation center, where most of the civilians still cowered in fear. The gypsy couple that Pah had seen was not there, but no one else had taken the opportunity to flee.</p><p></p><p>Crys grabbed a woman close to the door and cast tongues. "You need to run away," she said.</p><p></p><p>The Jews didn't move. One of the spoke. "We can't. If we run, they will kill us, they'll kill our families."</p><p></p><p>Crys debated the issue for a few precious seconds, but they would not budge. Finally she gave up, and shifted gears. "I met a little girl named Gortie -"</p><p></p><p>A woman in one corner gasped. Crys pulled her out into the open. " can take you to your daughter."</p><p></p><p>"No- I-is she safe?"</p><p></p><p>"Screw this," said Crys under her breath. She quickly cast a charm on Gortie's mother. "Follow me."</p><p></p><p>"Of course," agreed the woman, following Crys out.</p><p></p><p>Crys and her new friend fell back, stopping to help Ulric while Eli brought up the rear, still shooting down any soldiers that got too close.</p><p></p><p>The soldiers did not pursue, seeming satisfied to have reclaimed the station. And the heroes limped back to their hideout.</p><p></p><p>Later, they heard an amplified voice calling out to the entire town. Gortie's mother started to cry. Crys reached over and touched her shoulder, casting Tongues one more time, and she was able to understand what was being said.</p><p></p><p>"Citizens of Selinka, we have tried to avoid this, but you leave us little choice. Today the terrorists and criminals that call themselves the Polish free army attacked the Selinka train depot and killed at least twenty of the brave soldiers helping to liberate your country from the depravations of the Russian Empire. Now, with so many of the heroes of the Reich dead, you know that we have no choice. The Fuhrer has declared that for every German soldier killed by partisans ten civilians will be put to death. </p><p></p><p>"But I will show you that I can be merciful. Tonight only twenty will die. Tomorrow, at noon, another twenty will die, and twenty more at sundown -- at noon and sundown everyday twenty more will die until two hundred have died and the fury of the Reich has been satisfied. That is they will die unless the Partisans responsible for this cowardly attack turn themselves in, or are turned in.</p><p></p><p>"But tonight, some must die for the sins of others. How many more will die? Only you know."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Radiating Gnome, post: 309846, member: 150"] [b]He's not heavy, he's my dwarf, part 5[/b] Part Five Pah user the boxcars for cover and made her way to a spot behind the tank. Then, sword in hand, she leapt into the air, to land on top of the tank's turret. When her feet touched the top of the tank, however, it disappeared in cloud of smoke and photons. Pah landed hard on the ground where the illusion of the tank had been. Although the tank ha been an illusion, the SS and Wehrmacht reinforcements that kept arriving were plenty real, and keeping steady pressure on Eli, whose steady stream of arrows was the one thing keeping the waves of soldiers away from Crys who continued to search the buildings around the train station for Irk's Equipment. Uri, relieved that the tank was not real moved towards one of the unexplored buildings. he opened the door and was greeted by a quartet of German officers and their pistols. While Uri dove for cover, Ulric, still holding the potion Uri had handed him. When he saw Uri being shot at he looked for a moment at the potion he had not yet had the time to drink. In a second the decision was made. and the potion rolled out of his fingers and his lips were moving again, calling down a flame strike on the building. As he passed out again he heard the screams of the Nazi officers. Pah made her way back to Irk, who was crawling across the clearing Crys finished searching the buildings, not having found Irk's gear, made one last stop. She ducked into the relocation center, where most of the civilians still cowered in fear. The gypsy couple that Pah had seen was not there, but no one else had taken the opportunity to flee. Crys grabbed a woman close to the door and cast tongues. "You need to run away," she said. The Jews didn't move. One of the spoke. "We can't. If we run, they will kill us, they'll kill our families." Crys debated the issue for a few precious seconds, but they would not budge. Finally she gave up, and shifted gears. "I met a little girl named Gortie -" A woman in one corner gasped. Crys pulled her out into the open. " can take you to your daughter." "No- I-is she safe?" "Screw this," said Crys under her breath. She quickly cast a charm on Gortie's mother. "Follow me." "Of course," agreed the woman, following Crys out. Crys and her new friend fell back, stopping to help Ulric while Eli brought up the rear, still shooting down any soldiers that got too close. The soldiers did not pursue, seeming satisfied to have reclaimed the station. And the heroes limped back to their hideout. Later, they heard an amplified voice calling out to the entire town. Gortie's mother started to cry. Crys reached over and touched her shoulder, casting Tongues one more time, and she was able to understand what was being said. "Citizens of Selinka, we have tried to avoid this, but you leave us little choice. Today the terrorists and criminals that call themselves the Polish free army attacked the Selinka train depot and killed at least twenty of the brave soldiers helping to liberate your country from the depravations of the Russian Empire. Now, with so many of the heroes of the Reich dead, you know that we have no choice. The Fuhrer has declared that for every German soldier killed by partisans ten civilians will be put to death. "But I will show you that I can be merciful. Tonight only twenty will die. Tomorrow, at noon, another twenty will die, and twenty more at sundown -- at noon and sundown everyday twenty more will die until two hundred have died and the fury of the Reich has been satisfied. That is they will die unless the Partisans responsible for this cowardly attack turn themselves in, or are turned in. "But tonight, some must die for the sins of others. How many more will die? Only you know." [/QUOTE]
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