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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Doomhawk" data-source="post: 3179148" data-attributes="member: 26187">Papers? Blast! I knew I forgot something. I also rearranged the order Selase's possessions are listed in (magic items are all at the top now), but nothing is changed.I'm still drawing a blank on Vignette 3, but see if you like this for the other two.War is Hell: Mind racing, Selase considered the options. After a few moments of introspection, she decided it was time someone got their priorities straight, and valued human life above patriotism. She joined Daellin's men as they hastily prepared themselves, hoping she was doing the right thing.She stood at the front of the archers' formation, trying not to shake, and as the riders drew near she brandished her blood-drop holy symbol like a weapon. "Did you abandon your eternal rest to slaughter innocents? Turn back, or lose even the semblance of life you now have!" The rotting horses thundered on heedless, and living and dead riders lowered their lances for the final stretch...Unusual Circumstances: "It will be all right," Selase assured the little boy tugging on her sleeve. She wasn't as confident as she sounded; blood was still spurting from the stump of his mother's leg despite the tourniquet she had torn from her tunic. A warning cry from Marot made her look up to see a warforged, bearing down on her with its axe as much as fleeing from the howling nightmare of swirling debris. Without time to think, she threw herself at it, grabbing its axe just below the head, and although she barely slowed its momentum, its weakened ankle-joint allowed her to bear both of them to the ground.She distinctly heard three ribs crack as the thing fell on top of her, and for a moment her whole world was white spots and a struggle to breathe, but the warforged had been dead before they hit the ground. The central portion of its breastplate was eaten away and the livewood beneath was already crumbling to ash where she had driven her palm bearing its spell. With a groan, Selase rolled the warforged off of her and rose to her knees. The mother's leg wasn't spurting any more. She folded the boy in her arms, bloody hands smoothing his dirty-blonde hair, and she sobbed with him.EDIT: Hm, a distinct lack of back and forth makes these less useful for character development.</blockquote>

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