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Message: <blockquote data-quote="daindarkspring" data-source="post: 7500646" data-attributes="member: 6939181">Zemryn's body tensed, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the handles of the shortswords tightly. She let her breath out slowly and evenly, forcing herself to calm despite the roaring of her quickened heart in her ears.The sled was coming. She could hear the yapping of the wolves, the grinding of metal on snow. She glanced from her hiding place, seeing the two sleds approaching. The shape of Gimlak was unmistakable. Somehow, the man had managed to lure the Korrud right into their waiting trap. Thank you, Atemi! The armor she was wearing smelled foul, of blood and Korrud sweat. It disgusted her, and it drove her to do what she had to do so that she could cleanse herself and be free. Free of all of it. The cruel hands, the leering eyes, the growling voices and the dark words. The pain. It was almost time. She hid the blades so that they would not gleam in some dim bit of torchlight."Atemi. Atami. Atemiri." The grace of Atemi was with her. She felt emboldened. Joyful even. A sharp pain, as familiar as a mother's voice, tore through her belly. Her teeth ground together as she endured the torment. She bent into a crouch, her soggy boots finding purchase in the snow as she coiled like a spring ready to strike.<cantrip: Blade Ward></blockquote>