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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Arkhandus" data-source="post: 5251865" data-attributes="member: 13966">Liiros Tivaniel, High Elf Crusader of Corellon LarethianLiiros practices his combat forms in his mind, recalling his drills with the instructors back home, and the nightly lessons Corellon or the stranger gave him during those childhood trances, back when he was a fresh-faced novice of only seven decades.  As he has done countless nights before, Liiros spends his trance in practice and training, mentally preparing himself for the battles ahead.  The rest and reflection of meditation show him how disgruntled and harried he's been lately.........he resolves to fight the negativity foisted upon him by the circumstances of his brief time in Gate Pass and now the Fire Forest.  He must not let the enemy oppress his true nature!  Elves were not meant for worrying and petty grudges.  Corellon molded him to be affable and upbeat, and so he would be.  So what if Indomitability tried to order him around, and Ragessians might threaten the homeland?  He is elven.  Like all things, these troubles will pass and he will live on.  Shahalesti will live on.  For that is how Corellon wills it.  Elves will always live on, even after losses like those suffered in Innenotdar before.Liiros returns to his combat training recollections, and again glimpses the stranger, the old veteran giving him pointers as he tries out various weapons in the memories of his youth.  Like his lessons in the greatsword, rarely used by elvenkind but potent in the hands of a muscular human or orc.  He was taught to understand the weapons of his enemies, and greatswords were one such weapon he might have to face, so he needed to learn how it was used.  Perhaps the old blade recovered at the caves near Gate Pass would be useful here, or perhaps not.  But Liiros revisits those few memories of greatsword-training anyway, before finally letting his mind drift back towards consciousness and exiting the trance.Liiros rises from his trance long before dawn, and briefly looks about at the sleeping forms of the humans and others.  You'd think they'd run the whole way here, with how long they spend sleeping now.......  The elf sighs and resigns himself to continuing the excessive stretches of wasted time, necessary when traveling amongst the more slothful races.  Liiros spends the time in prayer and mentally reciting the tales and lessons that Corellon's priests taught him as a boy.  Once the others begin to stir with dawn's early light, he finally begins eating a trail ration and preparing his gear for the new day, taking a swig from his waterskin afterward.As soon as he gets the opportunity he asks Torrent how long the heat-reducing potions last, and when they'll need to drink the next batch.Strapping on his armor, pack, quiver, and weaponry at last, Liiros says "Well, my friends, it is about time we stop dawdling here and head out to see what the new day brings!  We have much walking to do and likely more monsters to fend off along the way, but if we start early we can get out of this Fire Forest sooner and be on our merry way to better places, better food, and better drink!"</blockquote>

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