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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Forsaken One" data-source="post: 209475" data-attributes="member: 799">Our fatigued adventurer made for the next camp with the last of his strength while the forest got covered under the warm blanket of a midsummers evening.As he spurred his horse one last time he broke free from the trees and cleared the forests edge.  He sped out onto the plains in front of him where only a few hundred yards still away from him there lay the last elven outpost imbedded into the cliff of a mountain side.While he sped towards the gates they opened and he rode onto the centre square of the outpost only to be greeted by several elven bowmen and riflemen aiming their weapons at the traveler.Our human threw back his hood and a voice came from one of the guard towers ringing the outpost wall."Lower your weapons! Muoyn! Always good to see you even in these perilous times! How are you and what news do you bring?"The men lowered their weapons and as Muoyn demounted his horse the guard captain stepped through the ring of guards an greeted his friend.They went to his quarters where he got some food and whine and some dry clother before telling his story and his message from Sanctus himself.The guard captain looked worried and told him they were being harassed by drow for days now and that they were cut of by them from the outside world for several days now.He also told him about the lights flashing n the forests at night. The screams and shrieks that pierced the silence and the darkness at night and that kept his guards awake and alert.Strange things were going on out there in these woods these days. Several patrolls had reported about strange pieces of frozen forest and trees in the woods and about half a dozen drow they found maddened and clawing at their eyes or clasping their head just screaming about something that could be translated as reshaper in the common tongue of Oerth.Both went wondering to their beds tired and their heads filled with questions with no appearant answer to them.In the middle of the night the guards screamed and the horn sounded. Muoyn sprang from his bed, donned his armor and clasped his sword and crossbow and ran out onto the walls. What he see he did not like, he saw the darkness move and badly lit by the torches on the walls he could see the dozens of drow charging through the plain towards the outpost. They were many and as all drow they wield powerfull magic.Muoyn aimed his crossbow and fired, reloaded and fired again, but his second arrow went straight into the sky as he took a hit in the shoulder of a bolt, he already felt his body turn weak in seconds."Poison.. no!" He cried while desperately trying to remove the bolt from his shoulder.But as he clasped the bolt with both hands he felt his power drain away and his eyelids become heavy and the last thing he saw before falling into a deep sleep was the purple fire coming down on him from the skies and the bright light that filled the skies."The lights, so beautifu....."Several drow had charged the gates and other had breached through the mountain walls into the inside perimitar of the outpost. Now facing to numerous opponents from all sides the guard captain ordered his men to form a defensive circle in the center of the compound and hold as they would make there final stand against these spiders kissers.But as they formed they heard the drow scream and they looked up and from over the cliff appeared a purple light plummoting towards the valey floor where the battle was going on. The purple light turned ablaze and suddenly the sky turned light as if it were day as several projectiles from the purple object pierced the night darkness and only then could the elves see the drow crawling over the walls and coming through the battered gate in the dozens.But the lights blinded them and they cried out in pain as they clasped their eyes and then the screams came. It started as a flizzling noise, a humming but the flares came down upon them and they screamed. The elves clasped their ears and they despaired. The purple light landed in the middle of the outpost and it was a person in a glowing purple armor radiating powerfull energies and clasping a shining magical bow. His distorted and strange fading appeared made the elves look in awe as he sped towards the gates firing his bow at the now retreating drow why just kept screaming and crying about the remaker, the changer, the Warper. The drow fled, running from the blinding light and the rupturing screams that tore your inner organs apart. They ran and as they ran the elves looked up only seeing the liquid avenger screaming a battle cry and running right through a wall after the escaping drow. Now the elven defenders grapsed their weapons and ran after him cutting down ten, twenty, thirty stunned and blinded drow in the process.As they ran through the now cold frozen field cleavin' their way through wounded and stunned drow and shattering frozen dark elves everywhere they looked across the plaines, large parts illuminated brightly by these flares and the forest filled with strange lights and screams topped the forest and filled the forests edge. Screams of the flares, screams of the Warper, screams of its vitims.The next morning the elves found themselves still looking in awe and amazement across the plains and what had taken place their last night.A guard called from the western tower and they looked in that direction. The ground shook as hundreds of warhorses galloped across the plains longside the edge of the forest.It was Sanctus Punitor himself and his detatchment of elven paladins and elite cavilary to come and save his defenses at the southern edge of the woods. As they rode through the with bodyparts littered fields they were amazed at what had happened here.They reached the remains of the shattered outpost where they would hear a most unusual story. And from the edge of the woods a young elf watched, put up his hood and spit upon a drow body. As he walked away he pulled out a bowshaft from under his cloack and he smacked it against a frozen drow running away from the purple terror. As the drow siluete shattered he smiled a cruel smile full of hate and he walked away into the woods.</blockquote>

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