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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Arcturion" data-source="post: 3736189" data-attributes="member: 54632">1.0 Darksail ArgosyEltera grimaced as her jaw tightened in an effort to fight through the pain in her hands.  She had learnt to live with the occasional dullness of discomfort from the wicked wounds.  At most, she usually experienced a shock of pain at some odd moment.  Now, though, the pain was more than a minor annoyance, but boarding on agony as the fire ate at her skin.  She told herself that it was in her mind.There was something in this moment though and she fought through the pain, attempting to brush it aside.  Beyond the Hrundi, she felt something oddly different and distinct about this moment.  This very crowd had been turned to a near feverish pitch to kill the barbarians, but was not quieted in awe and fear.  Her skin was almost tingling and she would not be denied it.   Ignoring the pain as she balled her wrapped hands beneath her arms, she watched the parade of warriors and leaders.  They all seemed proud, standing tall with broad shoulders and chests.  Even the shortest of them was as tall as most of the Dracians present.  The scent of horses and furs mingled in the crisp salt air of the day.  The horses brayed in anxiety of the reptile beasts as the latter drooled in hunger.  The crowd hung in silence. Three barbarian lords and three ladies of unearthly presence.  Rentiki called them witches and somehow the Svari felt that the word lacked the truth.  They cared only for the Hrundic King though.  Or perhaps it was Ivar they now turned their attentions toward.  They seemed to have come from the three different ships of the . . .  Her head lulled slightly as stars began to flash across her vision, blurring the witches with the throngs of guards and Dracians.  Her head started to spin as she tried to balance herself.  Rentiki's warning brought her gaze to her blood-stained hands.  The Svari's tunic and cloak were stained with her life, she noted, as she watched for a moment in disbelief.  Blood flowed as freely as a fountain, staining her clothing and the wooden planks. Eltera's gaze snapped back up to the gathered trio of women.  She ignored Bulwygar and Ivar, instead looking to the three ladies.  She closed her eyes, fighting back the feeling to pass out and the cool throb at her hip as Amurisil asked her to come to it for help.  Instead, the Svari fell into the gift of Green that Tanius had bestowed upon her.  She felt that green feeling of warmth and life flowing within her.  The Green contrasted with the cooling soothe of Amurisil, instead, promising something similar, but entirely different. As she opened her eyes, her once hazel eyes were as green as the first leaf of spring as she looked to the trio.</blockquote>

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