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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Festy_Dog" data-source="post: 208385" data-attributes="member: 2561">A piece of the history of Alistair Delerone:It was the second month of the Great War and Alistair was on the surface of the Crystal Mists defending it along side the armies of Silver Phase and Vaeregoth.The armies were well dug in and occaisionally one would see a spelljammer or two flying above."Foul cowardly drow," he muttered to no-one in particular, "They should be up here defending their homes with the others."He had developed a particular a dislike for drow from their treatment of him, and based his dislike on other elves for the same stereotypical reasons.He sat in the trench and stretched. There had been no rain here so the trenches weren't muddy, which allowed him to sit on a nice rock with a bit of a view over the top should he move a couple of inches. A kobold jumped out of the trench and looked around."Hmm, doesn't seem ta be nuthin sneakin up on us," it barked to its superior officer," Wait a sec.................................. PALADINS!"The little creature shrieked and turned around before taking an arrow through the back of the head and exploding with a cloud of putrid smoke. Some kobolds collapsed around him from the stench while heavy thudding indicated a charge by mounted paladins. He grimaced and covered his mouth as he fled to a less fragrant part of the trench. On his way he picked up a firearm and ammunition owned by one of the unconcious high-ranking kobolds and cocked the primitive firing function.Alistair muttered darkly as he moved past heavy combat in the trench around him,"Damn Arcane Archers. Always carrying elven blood, I hate them, hate them. They're all the same, I swear, it doesn't matter to them if I have better goals in life than other dirty goblinoids. Hmmph, arrogant......................things. They'll learn not to consider all of us the same some day."He raised the rifle to his shoulder and fired the thing directly into the face plate of an armoured paladin charging towards him. Alistair raised his eyebrows as the shot threw the knight off his steed. He then ducked back down into the trench and pondered for a moment at how to reload the thing, a split second later he gave up and thrust it into the arms of a dwarf whose weapon, a sizable club, lay in two pieces on the ground."You know how to use one of these things?" he hurriedly inquired."Of course," she replied, "I'm an engineer."Alistair heartily slapped the dwarf on the back and a warm feeling came into him for the loyalty the troops here display. He was coming towards an area where the defensive line was in choas and enemy foot troops were leaking through into the trenches behind. He ducked as a whistling arrow thudded into a side of the trench his neck was close to. Nonetheless it exploded, throwing hard balls of snow everywhere.  Alistair managed to evade the blast by diving behind a dead horse. He saw a dwarf gets its head knocked clean off by one of the snowballs, then took advantage of the moment by drawing his rapier and leaping into combat.Blood sprayed up a wall as Alistair precisely struck the jugular vein of some unsuspecting human. Then he twisted and severed another's spine before redirecting an attack from a maul into the ground. The fighting going on around him was critical to whether they keep or lose the pass, the hole was widening and he knew he had to hold the trench until formian shock troops or spelljammers arrived. On the other end of the maul was an aggravated paladin in shining magical full plate.The paladin swung again but this time the attack was too well placed and Alistair was launched against a wall. He was winded and couldn't move, the paladin stood over him and brought the maul back behind his head for a big swing. "I smite thee evil goblin!" he yelled, but he never got the maul past his shoulders because there was another bang of a black powder weapon. Alistair was seeing red from the comment. The paladin was struck by the shot and knocked off balance but wasn't harmed because of his magic armour. Regardless of his broken ribs Alistair was fuming from being called evil and within a split second the point of his rapier was under the front of the paladin's helmet and into his brain. The paladin wavered as blood flowed down his shining breastplate.Alistair coughed and said, "Go to your god righteous paladin."The paladin fell backwards flat onto his back. Alistair then looked up to see spelljammers coming to their aid. He sat back down again and leaned on his rapier as he watched the enemies' remaining troops scatter. He turned around to see the dwarven engineer grinning back at him."Did you like my shot?" she said."Lifesaver. Do you mind my suggesting that you call for a cleric?" Alistair replied."Not at all," she said while laughing.</blockquote>

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