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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DiFier" data-source="post: 874335" data-attributes="member: 2345">Arsindis Awakens suddenly.  She can hear yelling and the sounds of a fight coming from the pilgrims' camp.  She grabs her long sword and shield and throws open the flaps to her tent.  Sithran runs past the front of her tent, carrying a longsword and a shield, heading toward the other campsight.  Raran is in his tent trying to rouse Iseria.  "wake up, we are under attack."  It has stopped raining but a thick fog hangs over the forrest.  Visibility is poor; the other campsite is obscured by the fog but the sounds of fighting allows Arcindis to easily pick out it's location.  As she runs past Ciramar's tent she yells, "wake up Ciramar."  She hears Koirin still snoring in his tent and yells to wake him too.  She notices that Esdor's Tent is empty.Ciramar Awakens as Arsindis passes his tent Yelling something.    He summons his nexus to his hand and Looks over to Lithindhoran his pseudodragon familiar who is still sleeping.  "wake up"  He puts on his bracers and steps out of his tent.  Raran is running toward the other campsite and disappears into the fog.  he hears the unique sounds of archana as Iseria cast's mage armor.  They run together toward the sounds of battle.  Arsindis and Sithran see the large cloaked figures at the same time.  They are standing at the edge of the pilgrims camp burning tents all around them.   In their midst is Eshdor surrounded and dancing around their axes, but bleeding from a nasty head wound.  Both Arsindis and Sithran attack the unsuspecting figures.   Arsindis's longsword cuts deeply into the shoulder of the closest one he screams out and she recognizes his as an orc.  Sithran's longsword cuts into another's side.  Raran appears charging out of the mists.   he is weilding two short swords, with one of he slices into a third orc.  Ciramar sees the battle he halts and begins calling to bring forth celestial bears to fight for him.  He hears a single word as slicky green bolt of energy flys forth from behind him where Iseria is.  She passes him and heads toward the orcs.  The orc's turn and attack the newcomers.  One burrying an axe into arsindis' leg.  Raran and Esdor are also struck.  A stone mace weilding Orc charges Ciramar but misses the chanting mage.  Ciramar sees a holy symbol hanging around his neck but is to busy casting to recognize it.  Arsindis calls forth the power of good and cleaves through the chin shirt of the orc that just hit her and he crumbles to the ground.     as Esdor steps away from his attacker and fishes for something in his shirt.  Raran and sithran both slamb into their opponents with little effect.  A celestial bear appears behind the Orc cleric and tears into its back.  then Ciramar raises his hand and fires a sickly green bolt into the face of the orc who staggers back in pain.  The orc attacking Iseria catches fire as a flaming ball appears at his feet.  Eshdor is propelled to the ground as an axe impacts his shoulder.  He stays their unmoving.   Ciramar is clocked by the stone mace of the cleric.  Raran takes another blow and looks to be barely standing.  The fog is closing in with visibility down to 15 feet.  the campsite beyond is totally obscured.  Arsindis and Sithran team up on one orc who Drops after recieving blows from both of them.    Raran stumbles back and pulling a wand from his belt issues the command word and touches it to his fallen comrad.  Some of Esdor's wounds close but he remains uncontious.  Ciramar fires a bolt of white energy at the cleric who stumbles back as a celestial badger appears and attacks him from one side as the celestial bear tears into him from the other.  finally as the acid eats away the skin of his face the orc cleric falls.  The flaming sphere jumps up and smacks into the orc that it had hit before and finally the dwarven fighter comes charging into the fray but his blow glances off the only uninjured orc's armor.  Ciramar's Familiar alights on his shoulder.   The orc returns the blow to Koirin but with better effect.  The one on fire moves away to be out of the fire and charges at the caster but having his attack bounce off her mage armor.  Visibility is terrible It is impossible to see anything that isn't right in front of you.  Still Arsindis is able to find Raran and lays her hands on his back sending her healing energy into him.  He then reaches into the mist with his wand and Arsindis hears Esdor stir.  then sees the rogue still bleading profusly making his way past her towards their camp.  A Scream erupts from the only source of light, the flaming sphere which then winks out.  Ciramar casts shield on his familar and then listens to know what is going on.  He hears Koirin yell "take that you ***tard"  and then all is quiet except for the sounds of grunts and footsteps.     Lithindhoran jumps from his shoulder and heads for the sounds of the nearest orc but cannot find him in the fog.  Arsindis whistles to the Orc that cannot be more than ten feet infront of her and wait for him to appear.  Ciramar tries accesses the guild spellpool and retrieves gust of wind.The orc  Appears out of the swhirling mist but Arsindis is ready for him and he is impaled on her sword.  She pushes him off as she hears Ciramar yell "Arsindis, where are you?" She responds, as she hears what can only be orcish swearing and the swoosh of an axe attacking the air.  Ciramar arrives where Arsindis is waiting.  He turns toward the pilgrims camp and casts gust of wind blowing a long narrow corridor of wind in the fog. The camp is decimated there are bodies of Elves and Orcs littering the ground.  It only a small area of the camp but they do not hear anything else.   Ciramar yells, " is anyone out there.  They hear responces from all around them but Raran's voice is the closest. "Over here""then his brother Yells,  "Raran Stay put"Lithindhoran returns to Ciramar and he deceides to cast detect magic to see if the fog is magical.  it is not but something small out where they were fighting is.  Arsindis detects evil but ony the remainng orc shows up as evil and as she is watching him he collapses.   "he collapsed""Lithindhoran's venom."  Lithindhoran takes off agian and then Ciramar says "the fog is at least 60 feet high."  his familiar soon returns to his shoulder.  Arsindis Yells,  "Raran where are you?"his responce "We have returned to camp" sounds like he is alot further away than the 100 or so feet that the camp should be from their current location.  "Keep talking." Arsindis responds, "so we can follow your voice. seconds later Sithran's voice is hear singing a song of reunification.  But it sounds like he is walking away from them. "your'e going in the wrong direction."   But now it sounds like he is moving off even faster.  "stop"  Ciramar stops concentrating and begins casting the spel he gleaned from the guild spellpool.  locate object.  he located his spell book and with Arsindis in tow heads toward it.    As they travel Sithran's songs gets further and further away untill they cannon hear it anymore.  "I do not like this"</blockquote>

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