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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 918405" data-attributes="member: 8222">Main Group Durgo's mind raced with the things that had befallen in just a few short hours. COnfusion at what the Shay-Man had told him, the desire to kill elfies, a vague need to whack bargo on the head for something (he must have done something bad, and Durgo had not hit him in far too long now). A sharp *Shing* resounds from the rear, the sound of Elf-Hewer being pulled forth, nothing else makes that noise. SInce Bargo carried his monsterous bow, the danger must be close for Elf-Hewer to come forth...very close.Kurg was thrilled to be in the open again. Yeenogh had seen him through the battle with the legion, given him some tasty treats to eat and had even shown his favor in a deliciously gibbous Moon this night...Kurg stopped his musings. There was something on the Wind. Looking leftward, the Gnoll spotted dark shapes racing across the fields towards them. Large shapes, strange shapes. What could they be?Whatever they were, they were still several hundred yards away.Looking frantically around, the Gnoll saw (under Yeehoghu's Blessed Moon) the edge of the swamp a mere mile away to the West, they could make it, or they could fight the Elfies, his Flail once again tearing through their flesh and bone, spurting their entrails into the air and releaving them of the Life that they do not deserve.Valrack fumed. That Damned Half-Demon dared to mock him!?! Dared to dangle the Key before his nose, attempting to parley?Well, he would show her, he would...'Elfs come. Many Elfs, much Blood to take. Much Blood. Elfs from the East, much Blood!' The Goblin stopped Hex for a second, looking the direction that Kithcor cad indicated, the bat somewhere up high and scouting. Valrack could make out large forms of some sort, racing towards the Band. WHat could they be...a creak resounded across the Field, the sound of a wheel. Chariots...dozens of them, and  behind them, something else. Looking about, Valrack saw the others stopped as well, Durgo pointing towards the rear, where his half-wit Son was, and the accurssed Half-Demon.Bargo and Midnight Fang Moving with Supernatural Grace, Midnight fang closes with the Elf, her blade poised for his death, hidden from his sight.With a sudden shift in her grip, the Dagger is out, stabbing at his abdomen...only to miss, as the Elf spins away, laughing 'I think you will like this,Beast' The Elf plunges his Sword into the earth, intoning 'Uvamearee!' Midnight Fang has only a brief second to decipher the ancient Elven...Fire.A ball of Flame erupt around the Elf, highlighting him in it's baleful light. Midnight Fang is thrown back, scortched, though alive<32 HP Fireball, MF missed her save, rolled a '4', sorry, 17 total, not quite enough 32-20 Resistance, =12 damage, MF down 26HP now>As soon as the Fireball goes off, a horn sounds to the East, followed by the sound of elvish voices raised in Hunt.Bargo had good plan, wait for Elfie to come and die, but Elf-Demon spoiled that. Charged Elfie. Now Elf-Demon burned and hurt bad. Bargo Mad at Elfie!Lumbering forward, Bargo takes the interveining distance with ease, his massive legs eating up the distance between himself and the Elf Wizard-Warrior. The Elfies face looks shocked, and he is burned a little too. Bargo smiles Bar-B-Q Elfie! . Swinging Elf-Hewer in a massive Arc, Bargo connects with the Elfie, watching with glee as the Elfie looses his head.<Charge,hit,32 HP, dead Elf>.Midnight fang regains her feet, retrieving her thrown knife, it's blade still crackling with electricity.Wekerak and the Centaurs Wekerak stabbs at the man-Horse, hitting with the Weeping Blade once and the Spirit Blade once < 14HP total>.Frostbite bites savagely as well,hitting the Centaur <14 HP>.The Axe-Wielding Centaur falters, his chest pierced by blades and his stomach tore open bit Wolf Teeth. Rearing back, the Centaur falls to the ground with a resounding *Crash*.The third Centaur's eyes go wide with Horror, seeing his situation. these were no mere Rabbits for the hunt, not this Goblin and his White Wolf from hell. The Centaur turns and Bolts away, heading North. <Run for 200' feet or so>Damn it, one was getting away. there were spoils to take, however, satchels, a massixeAxe, arrows for his Quiver...then Wekerak hears the horn to the South and East, an Elvish Hunting Horn. Thrice-Damned fools, what had they stirred up now!?!</blockquote>

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