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<blockquote data-quote="Lars Frehse" data-source="post: 1044030" data-attributes="member: 1674"><p><strong>Out of the frying pan- part 3 of 4</strong></p><p></p><p>As Torn plummeted to the ground, Hielaa saw her thunderkites attack the Paladin. Even though he cut one of the small elementals down, they discharged their electric charge into him, which proved to be too much for his already tortured body, and he collapsed to the ground.</p><p></p><p>Right then, Niklas jumped forward and fought the thunderkites. The magical snowstorm had subsided and Ben healed Trepat, who was unconscious as well. Back on his feet, the sorcerer cast another bolt of acid lightning at Hielaa, just as she created an ice storm down on the ground.</p><p></p><p>The magical storm froze Trepat to the bones and he was pummelled by the hailstorm. He felt like blacking out, but above, he saw the shape of the hag, and he summoned all his inner strength to stay conscious. Once more, he focused his magical energies to summon another acid lightning, but he never saw it hitting it’s target since at the moment when the spell worked, he felt like he was falling into a deep, black well and his body dropped to the ground.</p><p></p><p>He didn’t know how long he had been out, but when he came back, it was still raining, his friends were surrounded around him and Ben’s face was there right above his own. “You did it! You killed the witch”, the halfling said.</p><p></p><p>Trepat raised his head, and still lying on his back in a puddle of mud, he looked around. Somewhere in the back, he saw the carcass of Hielaa and all his friends were wounded. At least they would live for now, and he felt that their lives have just gotten a little bit safer.</p><p></p><p>They rode a little further and then settled down for the night in a small cave, which was hidden in the side of a hill. On the next morning, they took further care of their wounds and continued their trek through the Haggard Hills to the Ganjus.</p><p></p><p>The journey wasn’t easy but it was mostly uneventful. The small animals and raptors they had seen on their way to the Ganjus were gone and there wasn’t even the buzz of insects in the air anymore. It almost felt as if the land of the Haggard Hills was holding its breath.</p><p></p><p>After four days, they finally saw the first treetops of the Ganjus protruding above and between the hills. At last, the safety of the Ganjus was in sight again, and Trepat lazily turned around on his horse to get a final look at the bad lands they had left behind. He shielded his eyes with his hand from the glare of the sun, as he noticed something peculiar. It almost looked as if there was something in the sun.</p><p></p><p>He clenched his eyes together, and through the little slit that was left, he saw that there was indeed something. Whatever it was, it was huge and it was flying towards them…</p><p></p><p>“Quick! Something is after us”, he shouted and after his friends had looked over the shoulder, they too dug their heels into the sides of their steeds and rode as quick as they could, with the only exception of Niklas, who was running, since he was faster on foot then on horseback.</p><p></p><p>They raced towards the sanctuary of the Ganjus, but looking over their shoulders, they saw that the creature was catching up, and now it was even close enough for them to recognize their pursuer. It was a woodwrackdragon, probably the same one who had stolen the Amphora with Hielaa.</p><p></p><p>Now that they realized the danger they were in, the border of the forest, which had seemed so close just moments ago, seemed to be much too far away. Frantically, they pushed their steeds on, but the parched earth and rock beneath them was treacherous, and they had to be extra careful to avoid tripping or falling.</p><p></p><p>As the barren hills flew past them, they were soon riding in a giant cloud of dust, and everyone was inhaling the dirt those in front of them were whirling up. And still, with each hill they climbed, the forest hardly seemed to be getting any closer, while the dragon in their back was catching up.</p><p></p><p>Just as they struggled up the final hill that separated them from the forest, Torn was able to make out the sound of the giant beast’s wing over the thunder of their hooves, and as he whipped his head around, he saw how the dragon was exhaling lighting! The next moment, he felt the world around him explode in thunder and light, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw that his horse had turned into charred meat beneath him. </p><p></p><p>The dragon was now really close, but Torn knew that there was no point in fighting it, and so he turned and ran on his feet, hoping to join his friends who had already reached the forest. Just then, when he was sure that this was the end, something happened that turned the tables again.</p><p></p><p>Suddenly, everything seemed to be buzzing, as swarms of biting and stinging insects and birds shot out of the forest and attacked the dragon, who disappeared in this living cloud within moments. As Torn ran on to the forest, he saw fire raining from the sky, impacting on the vaguely visible shape in the cloud.</p><p></p><p>He reached the first trees, and saw how the cloud moved away and the weakened dragon eventually broke lose and flew back into the direction of the Hornsaw forest.</p><p></p><p>Now Torn felt the deep exhaustion and fatigue and he supported himself with one arm against a tree as he bent forward to breathe deeply and greedily. When he looked up again, he saw that he and his friends weren’t alone. With them were several elven druids, who had just saved their lives.</p><p></p><p>One of them, a grim looking elf who was garbed in a robe and only equipped with a long staff, a sickle and some mistletoe hanging from his belt, stepped forward:” As Tamlaine promised, we have awaited your coming. I greet you in the name of the Jordeh and the elves of Vera-Tre. I am called Enascine”.</p><p></p><p>“Is Tamlaine near, as well?“ Ben asked.</p><p></p><p>Enascine shook his head, his eyes darkened by a cloud of worry: “ Her injuries were quite severe. Fortunately, she is slowly recovering, but she is not well enough to meet you herself.</p><p></p><p>“At least you have all returned safely. We will take you deep into the Ganjus, to the place of power. Only there can that…, that <em>thing</em> you brought with you be destroyed”.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Lars Frehse, post: 1044030, member: 1674"] [b]Out of the frying pan- part 3 of 4[/b] As Torn plummeted to the ground, Hielaa saw her thunderkites attack the Paladin. Even though he cut one of the small elementals down, they discharged their electric charge into him, which proved to be too much for his already tortured body, and he collapsed to the ground. Right then, Niklas jumped forward and fought the thunderkites. The magical snowstorm had subsided and Ben healed Trepat, who was unconscious as well. Back on his feet, the sorcerer cast another bolt of acid lightning at Hielaa, just as she created an ice storm down on the ground. The magical storm froze Trepat to the bones and he was pummelled by the hailstorm. He felt like blacking out, but above, he saw the shape of the hag, and he summoned all his inner strength to stay conscious. Once more, he focused his magical energies to summon another acid lightning, but he never saw it hitting it’s target since at the moment when the spell worked, he felt like he was falling into a deep, black well and his body dropped to the ground. He didn’t know how long he had been out, but when he came back, it was still raining, his friends were surrounded around him and Ben’s face was there right above his own. “You did it! You killed the witch”, the halfling said. Trepat raised his head, and still lying on his back in a puddle of mud, he looked around. Somewhere in the back, he saw the carcass of Hielaa and all his friends were wounded. At least they would live for now, and he felt that their lives have just gotten a little bit safer. They rode a little further and then settled down for the night in a small cave, which was hidden in the side of a hill. On the next morning, they took further care of their wounds and continued their trek through the Haggard Hills to the Ganjus. The journey wasn’t easy but it was mostly uneventful. The small animals and raptors they had seen on their way to the Ganjus were gone and there wasn’t even the buzz of insects in the air anymore. It almost felt as if the land of the Haggard Hills was holding its breath. After four days, they finally saw the first treetops of the Ganjus protruding above and between the hills. At last, the safety of the Ganjus was in sight again, and Trepat lazily turned around on his horse to get a final look at the bad lands they had left behind. He shielded his eyes with his hand from the glare of the sun, as he noticed something peculiar. It almost looked as if there was something in the sun. He clenched his eyes together, and through the little slit that was left, he saw that there was indeed something. Whatever it was, it was huge and it was flying towards them… “Quick! Something is after us”, he shouted and after his friends had looked over the shoulder, they too dug their heels into the sides of their steeds and rode as quick as they could, with the only exception of Niklas, who was running, since he was faster on foot then on horseback. They raced towards the sanctuary of the Ganjus, but looking over their shoulders, they saw that the creature was catching up, and now it was even close enough for them to recognize their pursuer. It was a woodwrackdragon, probably the same one who had stolen the Amphora with Hielaa. Now that they realized the danger they were in, the border of the forest, which had seemed so close just moments ago, seemed to be much too far away. Frantically, they pushed their steeds on, but the parched earth and rock beneath them was treacherous, and they had to be extra careful to avoid tripping or falling. As the barren hills flew past them, they were soon riding in a giant cloud of dust, and everyone was inhaling the dirt those in front of them were whirling up. And still, with each hill they climbed, the forest hardly seemed to be getting any closer, while the dragon in their back was catching up. Just as they struggled up the final hill that separated them from the forest, Torn was able to make out the sound of the giant beast’s wing over the thunder of their hooves, and as he whipped his head around, he saw how the dragon was exhaling lighting! The next moment, he felt the world around him explode in thunder and light, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw that his horse had turned into charred meat beneath him. The dragon was now really close, but Torn knew that there was no point in fighting it, and so he turned and ran on his feet, hoping to join his friends who had already reached the forest. Just then, when he was sure that this was the end, something happened that turned the tables again. Suddenly, everything seemed to be buzzing, as swarms of biting and stinging insects and birds shot out of the forest and attacked the dragon, who disappeared in this living cloud within moments. As Torn ran on to the forest, he saw fire raining from the sky, impacting on the vaguely visible shape in the cloud. He reached the first trees, and saw how the cloud moved away and the weakened dragon eventually broke lose and flew back into the direction of the Hornsaw forest. Now Torn felt the deep exhaustion and fatigue and he supported himself with one arm against a tree as he bent forward to breathe deeply and greedily. When he looked up again, he saw that he and his friends weren’t alone. With them were several elven druids, who had just saved their lives. One of them, a grim looking elf who was garbed in a robe and only equipped with a long staff, a sickle and some mistletoe hanging from his belt, stepped forward:” As Tamlaine promised, we have awaited your coming. I greet you in the name of the Jordeh and the elves of Vera-Tre. I am called Enascine”. “Is Tamlaine near, as well?“ Ben asked. Enascine shook his head, his eyes darkened by a cloud of worry: “ Her injuries were quite severe. Fortunately, she is slowly recovering, but she is not well enough to meet you herself. “At least you have all returned safely. We will take you deep into the Ganjus, to the place of power. Only there can that…, that [I]thing[/I] you brought with you be destroyed”. [/QUOTE]
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