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<blockquote data-quote="Manbearcat" data-source="post: 6453861" data-attributes="member: 6696971">[sblock]...and a little offscreen while we wait for our male elven hero to make an appearance.[/sblock]Meanwhile...many miles away...The chill wind is a hail of daggers on their exposed faces.&nbsp; Their lungs burn in their chests, their feet throb through their boots.&nbsp; Its a whiteout, but the hasty crunch of snow easily marks their fleeing path for their pursuit.&nbsp; The man blindly leading the trio by hand thinks &quot;...what was I thinking coming here...Gods help me, I've cursed us to an even crueler fate...&quot;The little one yelps as he takes yet another tumble in the uneven, unforgiving ground of the highland tundra.&nbsp; The snow is not soft, but icy hard.&nbsp; Where he hits it he bruises.&nbsp; Where he misses it, he gashes his skin on razor-rock.&nbsp; Whether through fear or wanting to show his father he is tough lad, he stifles a sob.The third of the trio wraps her arms around his tiny waist and scoops him up, nestling him near to her momentarily to offer him some security amidst the terror that he is surely feeling.&nbsp; She smiles at him &quot;...you are strong like your father.&quot;&nbsp; A hulking shadow casts over them, stealing the tenderness of the moment.&nbsp; The much smaller man attempts to throw himself between his family and the huge, looming brute. The back of a hand as large as the man's head greets him, felling him unconscious.&nbsp; &quot;The father is weak and so shall the son be.&quot;Another man, also covered in heavy furs, smaller, but no less imposing, walks up to the group.&nbsp; &quot;We've fed you lot for two weeks...given you shelter...kept you safe from 'the things&quot; out there....and this is how you show your gratitude?&nbsp; Slinking off in the night...your debt unpaid?&quot;&nbsp; He steps in close to the kneeling woman and her boy.&nbsp; One eye nothing more than an empty socket, face a mess of pocks and scars, he whispers &quot;...nothing in the highlands is free.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Manbearcat, post: 6453861, member: 6696971"] [sblock]...and a little offscreen while we wait for our male elven hero to make an appearance.[/sblock] Meanwhile...many miles away... The chill wind is a hail of daggers on their exposed faces. Their lungs burn in their chests, their feet throb through their boots. Its a whiteout, but the hasty crunch of snow easily marks their fleeing path for their pursuit. The man blindly leading the trio by hand thinks "...what was I thinking coming here...Gods help me, I've cursed us to an even crueler fate..." The little one yelps as he takes yet another tumble in the uneven, unforgiving ground of the highland tundra. The snow is not soft, but icy hard. Where he hits it he bruises. Where he misses it, he gashes his skin on razor-rock. Whether through fear or wanting to show his father he is tough lad, he stifles a sob. The third of the trio wraps her arms around his tiny waist and scoops him up, nestling him near to her momentarily to offer him some security amidst the terror that he is surely feeling. She smiles at him "...you are strong like your father." A hulking shadow casts over them, stealing the tenderness of the moment. The much smaller man attempts to throw himself between his family and the huge, looming brute. The back of a hand as large as the man's head greets him, felling him unconscious. "The father is weak and so shall the son be." Another man, also covered in heavy furs, smaller, but no less imposing, walks up to the group. "We've fed you lot for two weeks...given you shelter...kept you safe from 'the things" out there....and this is how you show your gratitude? Slinking off in the night...your debt unpaid?" He steps in close to the kneeling woman and her boy. One eye nothing more than an empty socket, face a mess of pocks and scars, he whispers "...nothing in the highlands is free." [/QUOTE]

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