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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 6168167" data-attributes="member: 9255">SIBERYS SEVEN 004SEAWALL MOUNTAINSSEGMENT 053“WHEN THE HUNTER BECOMES THE HUNTED”DRAVAGO&nbsp; 5, 999“WARLORD BRAAK-&nbsp; the scouts are no longer reporting in.”“We hunt a worthy foe General Lortaal.&nbsp; It is a glorious night.&nbsp; Our gods approve of us and bless us. Select new scouts.”“Yes.”“You, you and you-&nbsp;&nbsp; scout ahead.&nbsp; NOW!” snarls General Lortaal after walking to a small grouping of archers.&nbsp; The three frown but do as commanded.&nbsp; They go ahead of the front line.&nbsp;&nbsp; Though not the best of trackers they can easily follow the trail.&nbsp;&nbsp; A warforged and two full plate targets leave easy to follow trails.&nbsp; They reach a small still stream with steep tall banks surrounded by trees and brush.&nbsp;&nbsp; One bends down to see which way they went and freezes in horror.&nbsp;&nbsp; Reflecting in the water are eyes in the darkness.&nbsp; Dozens.&nbsp;&nbsp; The three have almost no time to even scream.&nbsp;&nbsp; High above them, clinging to a tree is the team’s rogue and resident Dhampir.&nbsp; He has decided to use his supernatural powers over the creatures of the night.&nbsp;&nbsp; Something he hates doing but must for the others to survive.He never once asks himself when did he start to care about others.Wolves rush and overwhelm the awaiting ambushers.&nbsp; It is not pretty but at least it is short.Lortaal and his personal guards last only slightly longer.&nbsp; But those are taken down by the other six traveling companions.“The sooner we get to civilization the better.&nbsp; I need a long hot soaking bath.” Comments Dura as she discovers a leech has attempted to attach to her forearm.“Before then we have to still cross the dangerous mountains that are loaded with eager to fight gobliniods.”“For a bath- I’ll take them ALL down.”</blockquote>

[QUOTE="megamania, post: 6168167, member: 9255"] SIBERYS SEVEN 004 SEAWALL MOUNTAINS SEGMENT 053 “WHEN THE HUNTER BECOMES THE HUNTED” DRAVAGO 5, 999 “WARLORD BRAAK- the scouts are no longer reporting in.” “We hunt a worthy foe General Lortaal. It is a glorious night. Our gods approve of us and bless us. Select new scouts.” “Yes.” “You, you and you- scout ahead. NOW!” snarls General Lortaal after walking to a small grouping of archers. The three frown but do as commanded. They go ahead of the front line. Though not the best of trackers they can easily follow the trail. A warforged and two full plate targets leave easy to follow trails. They reach a small still stream with steep tall banks surrounded by trees and brush. One bends down to see which way they went and freezes in horror. Reflecting in the water are eyes in the darkness. Dozens. The three have almost no time to even scream. High above them, clinging to a tree is the team’s rogue and resident Dhampir. He has decided to use his supernatural powers over the creatures of the night. Something he hates doing but must for the others to survive. He never once asks himself when did he start to care about others. Wolves rush and overwhelm the awaiting ambushers. It is not pretty but at least it is short. Lortaal and his personal guards last only slightly longer. But those are taken down by the other six traveling companions. “The sooner we get to civilization the better. I need a long hot soaking bath.” Comments Dura as she discovers a leech has attempted to attach to her forearm. “Before then we have to still cross the dangerous mountains that are loaded with eager to fight gobliniods.” “For a bath- I’ll take them ALL down.” [/QUOTE]

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