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<blockquote data-quote="Edena_of_Neith" data-source="post: 140265" data-attributes="member: 2020">The red elven girl, speaks to Sanctus:&nbsp; The elf boy is mine.&nbsp; You will be mine.&nbsp; All of Oerth will be ours.&nbsp; The Red Death will devour you, body and soul, and will take us all.&nbsp; And then your Krynn will perish, and Toril will fall.&nbsp; The illithid will be enslaved, and the Elder Ones will kneel.&nbsp; All life, from the lowest slime of the sea floors to the loftiest of the Faerimm, will kneel to the Red Death, and the Red Death will pleasure itself with their agonized screams, for all eternity.&nbsp; Sanctus finds himself beaten back by her blades, as she orders the elven male to stand down.&nbsp; Sanctus is forced to defend himself doubly, for he must not let her swords touch so much as the smallest piece of his clothing.&nbsp; He dares not allow it - she may or may not have cancelled the killing power of her touch.&nbsp; She laughs gaily.&nbsp; You fight well, elf boy.&nbsp; You fight even better than this one.&nbsp; You delight me, you inspire me.&nbsp; &nbsp; I will not quickly take you, as I have taken most&nbsp; of my foes.&nbsp; You will follow the example of the elf yonder.&nbsp; I shall carve you like a roast of beef, and spill your blood onto the forest floor you hold dear.&nbsp; I shall shrive your flesh to the bone with my blades, but you will not die.&nbsp; I will punish you for your insolence ... you have dared to fight the minions of the Red Death, dare to defy us, and you shall pay dearly for this.&nbsp; I will punish you as you have never before been punished!&nbsp; And with every word above, several swings of her sword connect with Sanctus's weapons.&nbsp; Sanctus is perhaps the best elven fighter in the world, excepting Kalanyr alone.&nbsp; Yet he is having to fight for all he is worth, against this girl.&nbsp; This girl who should have been fighting at his side, would have been fighting at his side, had things gone differently.&nbsp; There is admiration in her eyes at Sanctus's skill and speed, but there is no pity.&nbsp; There is a grim joy as Sanctus receives his first cut, her sword slicing through his armor and flesh.&nbsp; Greater joy at the second cut.&nbsp; She smiles brightly as her sword draws blood the third time.&nbsp; Whenever she is hit, she flinches, but does not fall back, nor does she seem to be seriously hurt.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Edena_of_Neith, post: 140265, member: 2020"] The red elven girl, speaks to Sanctus: The elf boy is mine. You will be mine. All of Oerth will be ours. The Red Death will devour you, body and soul, and will take us all. And then your Krynn will perish, and Toril will fall. The illithid will be enslaved, and the Elder Ones will kneel. All life, from the lowest slime of the sea floors to the loftiest of the Faerimm, will kneel to the Red Death, and the Red Death will pleasure itself with their agonized screams, for all eternity. Sanctus finds himself beaten back by her blades, as she orders the elven male to stand down. Sanctus is forced to defend himself doubly, for he must not let her swords touch so much as the smallest piece of his clothing. He dares not allow it - she may or may not have cancelled the killing power of her touch. She laughs gaily. You fight well, elf boy. You fight even better than this one. You delight me, you inspire me. I will not quickly take you, as I have taken most of my foes. You will follow the example of the elf yonder. I shall carve you like a roast of beef, and spill your blood onto the forest floor you hold dear. I shall shrive your flesh to the bone with my blades, but you will not die. I will punish you for your insolence ... you have dared to fight the minions of the Red Death, dare to defy us, and you shall pay dearly for this. I will punish you as you have never before been punished! And with every word above, several swings of her sword connect with Sanctus's weapons. Sanctus is perhaps the best elven fighter in the world, excepting Kalanyr alone. Yet he is having to fight for all he is worth, against this girl. This girl who should have been fighting at his side, would have been fighting at his side, had things gone differently. There is admiration in her eyes at Sanctus's skill and speed, but there is no pity. There is a grim joy as Sanctus receives his first cut, her sword slicing through his armor and flesh. Greater joy at the second cut. She smiles brightly as her sword draws blood the third time. Whenever she is hit, she flinches, but does not fall back, nor does she seem to be seriously hurt. [/QUOTE]

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