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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Renfield" data-source="post: 1054230" data-attributes="member: 13493">***Jonovan ran after his sister laughing with joy, they were playing a simple game, chasing eachother down pretending to be a monster then catching the other and pretending to eat it. The Roles would shift and one would be the adventurer chasing the monster for eating the person, the adventurer would catch the monster and slay it (with wooden toy swords) and the cycle would start over. His sister, Trissy (a shortened version of Tristandra) was currently the monster running from the adventurer.It was evening, the sun had set though the sky was still lit with crimson and orange, as though aflame. Jonovan rounded the corner of a building and pushed aside his unruly brown bangs and noticed Trissy had stopped running. He laughed and ran forward and pretended to stab her "GOTCHA!" he cried and laughed for a moment. His laughter died as he noticed his sister was staring at something quite intently. His own brown eyes followed her gaze to a man holding something, something shiny and very pretty, he found himself fascinated with the object. His fascination was interrupted when he saw another figure pick up his sister and begin running off with the dazed girl. "TRISSA!" He yelled."Dammit Geran, you took her before the boy was fully under!" the figure holding the shiny said as he threw something at Jonovan. Whatever it was it had hurt, he looked down at a dart like the type his father threw at the tavern, sticking out of his arm. His vision began to blur and he felt himself being picked up. Summoning all of his energy he screamed and bit down on the hand about to cover his mouth and got a satisfied grunt as he was forced into silence. As the boy began to drift into unconciousness he heard a shout, it was Daven, one of the Guardians of Fire, Jonovan smiled as he passed out knowing with the faith of a child that he'd be safe. The badguys always lost right?***Amarbie opened her eyes slowly, she looked around the immediate area without moving her head and knew she was in a cottage, she heard the crackle of a fire. She finally turned her head slightly and looked to see a man! She sat bolt upright and glared daggers at the dark skinned bald man who sat in a chair near the bed. "What am I doing in a *mans* bed!" she growled and the man lifted an eyebrow."You are in the home of Erias Strongoak, a guest of his however temporary just as I am," the man said in a calm voice not taken aback in the slightest by her outburst "it would be considered polite if you were a tad more polite to your rescuers and your host."Amarbie continued to glare but in a softer growl she asked "Who are you?""I am Nym the Perceptor," the man said "A druid as is your host." Amarbie heard a far more feral growl than her own and turned her head, her already large eyes widened upon seeing the huge timberwolf sleeping next to a fireplace obviously ready should she attack his companions. She nodded to herself and turned back to face Nym, "I see..." "We came upon you lying unconcious and near death with fever," Nym said "That was a nasty cut you had, apparently healed a little too late. Erias and myself took you back here and proceeded to tend to you, he had to depart to help one of the other villagers today but said you'd likely awaken around this time."The true elf thought on this for a moment and softened her gaze towards the human. Even if he was a man he did save her life, and in a strange land such as this she could use any allies she could get, she glanced at the wolf again before looking back to the man. "I am Kerowyn." The elf said simply. "Where are we?""We are in the Village of Green, it is evening, you've been here for about a week." he stopped and handed Amarbie her belongings which had been sitting in a pile beside him he glanced at Nanaki who had long since relaxed sensing no threat to his companion "That is Nanaki by the way." Nym paused for a moment and looked at Amarbie for a long moment "You are definitely not like most True Elves I've seen..." he said letting the question hang unasked in the air should Kerowyn choose to answer."When I was but a babe I was somehow abandoned," Amarbie began as she started putting on her armour, she set her weapons aside out of politeness for her absent host "I don't know how I was abandoned but the Jungle is a dangerous place so any number of dangers could have killed my parents." Nym nodded for her to continue "I was eventually taken in by a tribe of humans who raised me as one of their own, as an Amazon warrior."At this Nym let out a groan that he couldn't stifle "I see, well, it explains your animosity towards males." he said with a sigh."You're familiar with Amazons?" Amarbie asked her curiosity piqued. "Yes I'm afraid, I had a run in with them some time back, they had-" at this point they both turned their heads as screams and sounds of fighting broke out and the village warning bell was rung. Wasting no time They both snatched up their weapons, Amarbie her huge greatclub and her shortbow while Nym grabbed his quarterstaff and his sling and both rushed out the door.***The village was aflame, numerous housed along the outskirts and even in the center of town had been set to the torch. Men in black armor ran about cutting down villagers and engaging the town militia as well as the Elite Guardians of Fire. Nym and Amarbie came running out of Erias' hut and into the town square. They saw three groups of black armour setting houses aflame with torches, looking across the square they saw three Guardians of Fire rush to engage the assailants.As the Crimson clad elite warriors of Alagor met two of the groups Nym and Amarbie noticed that had left one more, the one torching the inn, open. Wasting no time Nym hurriedly called upon gaia and summoned the roots and plants of the land to push up through the earth and entangle the men, there were five, four soldiers and one larger man clad in full plate, obviously a leader. Curses arose from the sounds of battle as many of the soldiers were quickly caught in the vines but the larger figure tore free and stalked towards the True Elf and the Druid.Delver saw the village below and frowned as he noticed the telltale signs of battle, screams, burning houses, the clang of blade on blade. It had been a day since he set off for the village at the spirits plea and already it appeared he might be too late. He swooped down and landed on the roof of a building noticing the dark armored soldiers conveniently entangled below and quickly determining them to be the opposition he began the workings of a spell. A moment later one of the soldiers noticed an odd bead fly down and land in the middle of his struggling companions, he didn't have much time to ponder the bead before his world exploded in fire, pain, and death.Amarbie met the Captains longsword with her club, the hardened wood batting the blade aside as she swung and bashed the mans armored leg. He growled and deftly returned and attack feinting low only to slash a wicked gash across the True Elfs left arm. She growled in pain and attacked again. The man skillfully parried the blow before letting out a grunt of pain as a staff swung into his arm and a wickedly clawed paw slashed at his backside. Turning to face the new assailants he lashed out with two well places jabs of his sword, he smiled to himself beneath his helm as he heard the satisfying grunt of pain from the dark skinned man and the whimper from the huge wolf.Nym growled in pain, this guy was good, "Nanaki, retreat." he called out to his wounded companion and the wolf reluctantly obeyed snapping at the man one last time. Nym heard another howl of pain as Amarbie was hit again by the deadly blade, this howl was followed by a scream of rage and he lifted his brow as he saw the slight elf's tight corded and streamline muscles buldge in her rage. She lunged forward at the man with newfound strength and vigor causing the Captain to begin fighting on the defensive as he parried blow after vicious blow of that great club. Nym took the opportunity to disengage and concentrated, he focused his thoughts onto the spirit of the bear and began evoking one of the Druids famed abilities. Shifting and morphing he soon found himself in the form of a black bear, seeing Amarbie still in trouble despite her rage he moved forward again to attack the Captain.Delver smiled at the charred corpses, his tattered bone wings spread out again and he flew to the ground, he reached into his pouch and touched one of the bones within. Nodding he looked at one of the better preserved corpses and touched it infusing it with the spirit from within his pouch. The corpse slowly and stiffly stood up and Delver pointed towards one group of enemy soldiers, two of their number had been cut down but the other three were slowly overpowering the other, the corpses began to stagger over to give his former allies a little surprise.At the far end of the village square the two other Guardians were having a hard time as well, they had easily felled half of the large group one taking down three while the other took down two, but the remaining four were pressing the now wounded soldiers hard. Finally one of the enemies got lucky and with a wicked laugh his blade lashed out catching one Guardian in the throat.The other Guardian snarled in rage and plunged his sword through the killers armor and straight through his heart dropping the man dead. He felt a blade bite deeply into his shoulder as he tried to wrench his own sword free of the corpse and turned to see one of the men about to strike a killing blow. Just then a loud snap, like a large icecicle breaking, echoed through the square and a flash of cold blue light struck the would be killer. The Guardian smiled in grim satisfaction as the mans armor became covered in a layer of frost and he let out a pained scream as even the blood in his veins began freezing before falling over dead. The Guardian had little time to see, let alone thank his rescuer, before he found himself fending off the violent attacks of the remaining two enemies.Nym clawed and bit at the Captain but to little avail, the man's armor deflected his jaws while the claws merely scratched him. He focused on the wild and raging elf woman cutting into her again with his blade while recieving a rather painful slam to his shield arm. Nym attacked again managing to slash the man twice with his claws and was rewarded with a blade buried deep into his shoulder. He let out a growl of pain and backed away from the man. If a bear could smile Nym would have fore the man, distracted only slightly by the bear, fell for Amarbies feint, which was almost a perfect image of the one he used on her, she went low and struck high, only insted of hitting his arm her size assisted her in that her club slamed into his ribcage with great force, crushing armor and bone alike. The captain dropped.The battle wasn't over however, the animated corpse of the soldier staggered over to his companions and swung at one with the sword he carried in life still in his hands. "Gerwyn what are yo-!" was all his former ally could say before she blade took his head. The Guardian, on his last legs as it was, was finally cut down and the two remaining engaged the zombie that had been Gerwyn.Amarbie lifted her club and charged towards the two enemies as they laid into the remamining Guardian with vicious attacks. One of them grinned and seeing an opening on the Guardian moved to attack not expecting something quite solid and quite heavy to crush his skull and break his neck before he could lunge forward. His remaining companion, distracted by his comrades violent death at the end of a great club, was also killed as the Guardian of Fire took the Opportunity to plunge his blade through the mans gut and jerked it up into his ribcage. The Zombie had taken down another of the black armored soldiers, the man was already wounded and when the clumsily swung sword cut down at the base of the neck where it met the shoulder he dropped in time for the last enemy standing to lay into the zombie removing it's head and kicking it down. The man took a look at the situation, he was the last of the soldiers fighting in the square standing and knew that fleeing would be a wise choice. Turning to run he felt a sharp pain in the center of his back and reached back as though to scratch at an itch he couldn't reach before he too dropped a crossbow bolt sticking out of him.</blockquote>

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