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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ambrus" data-source="post: 3516751" data-attributes="member: 17691">Maelicent awakens to a nearby pounding sound. It's only once the goblin opens his eyes and tries to push himself to his feet that he realizes the pounding is within his own skull. Head spinning, the Gudwulf warrior slowly lowers himself back into the comforting embrace of the muddy puddle in which he woke. Once more he let's the darkness of oblivion engulf him.Awakening a short while later to peels of thunder, Maelicent once more tries to pick himself up off the ground before the growing puddle of water threatens to drown him in his sleep. Sitting up, the drowsy goblin looks around and sees that he's at the edge of a burnt-out clearing. Suddenly memories of the epic battle flood into his aching head. Scanning the area reveals the charred remains of the mallorn tree. It appeared that the rest of the trees had moved back to create a firebreak and so avoided being engulfed in flames as well. There was no sigh of the fir tree or the oak who'd nearly succeeded in squeezing the life out of the last Gudwulf.Maelicent tilts his head back and tries to let out a booming laugh, but barely manages to force a raspy chuckle from his aching chest. He'd survived, and even managed to push the forest back with his courageous attack. The victor lets the rain wash the grime from his face. If he'd been able to stand the goblin might have considered dancing a jig. He was too weak for that however. He also had little desire to try braving the forest again so soon without a clear head and fire at hand.Climbing to his knees, the goblin slowly makes his way to the charred husk of the mallorn. Using his woodland skill, the Gudwulf improvises a simple lean-to, using the toppled giant's trunk to shield himself from the driving rain. It wasn't great, but he'd suffered through worse shelter since leaving the tribelands. He was Gudwulf! He'd survived the battle and he would survive this night. Wrapping himself tightly in his russet coat Maelicent covers his face with his helmet and, with his handaxe clutched to his chest drifts back into sleep to dream dreams of vengeance against all those who'd wronged him.</blockquote>

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