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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dirigible" data-source="post: 1236902" data-attributes="member: 12631">Session 3 - - - A deep, bestial rumble welled up in the ungrael's throat, and Cael's former companion stepped forward, his giant wooden mallet surging up in his hand. The wildlander loosed his arrow, and it bit deep into Urlandt's thigh, tearing a strip of dead flesh away. The huge figure stumbled just a little, tearing leaves from the branches as he twisted. Coel's fingers found the fletchings of the next shaft by instinct, and he barely heard Ellionwy's gasp of fright."Wait..." the word spat like gravel from Urlandt's cracked and bloody lips, his tone low and drawn out, as if in great pain. He took a step foward, his maul digging a shallow furrow in the forst floor. "I can... control the... hunger". He shuddered, a look of misery and anguish etched on his face. "It gnaws at my belly like a starving wolf... but I can endure it."Ellionwy's eyes were as wide and dark as the sky itself, and she clamped her hands over her mouth as if holding in a scream or holding down her gorge by main force. Coel tensed, and sidled backwards into the shadows of the canopy. Something felt wrong... wronger than the fact a former ally in battle had returned as one of the deathless. Urlandt's filmed eyes roamed over the clearing, and suddenly alighted on the iron pot that simmered over the hot ashes of the cooking fire. He lunged forwards with a sorrowful howl, flinging himself to his knees in front of it. Reaching down, he cupped the pot like a tiny bowl between his massive hands, and raised it to his lips. Coel could hear the sound of dead flesh sizzling as the giantblooded ungrael slurped down the soup, his lips pressed to the too-hot metal heedless of pain. Or more likely, unfeeling.The hairs on the back of Coel's neck stood up, and he drew his bow, aiming into the night sky. Ellionwy stepped forward, hand out to touch Urlandt's shoulder, a look of pain and sympathy etched on her features. There. The silent swoop of a feathered form stooping form the sky, talons extended towards the woman's head, eyes red with malign intelligence. Coel let his shaft fly... but not fast enough. The hawk screeched as it slashed Ellionwy's face, and she stumbled and screamed. Blood splashed down her cheek and over her shoulder form the gash, matting her hair, and strange motes of golden light seemed to flicker out of the wound, coallesing on the hawk's talons.Then it met the arrow.The bird twitched faintly as the shot pinned it to the trunk of a tree, a tangle of it's own limbs pierced through wing, breast and head. Pale smoke seemed to ooze out of the creature's beak, and for just a moment it hung in the air, an image of a repellent, malevolent spectre, before fading into the night.It was all over in a fraction of a second. The bowl dropped from the fell giant's fingers, and he started to rise, his warrior instincts active even in death. Ellionwy gasped, reaching up to gingerly probe the wound, looking dazed form the suddenness. Coel steeped past them both and wrenched the arrow from the wood, scraping the dead animal off against a branch."A demon-sniffer," he growled. "Which means..."Not far away, a war-horn sounded.</blockquote>

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