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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 674400" data-attributes="member: 9255">Segment 001 was entitled&nbsp; &quot;Prelude of the hero&quot;Segment 002 was entitled&nbsp; &quot;Captured &amp; Enslaved&quot;UNDER A DARKSUNSEGMENT&nbsp; 003“Elven Rescuers”Bryceson didn’t care for his job but it was better than being a captive.&nbsp; He has been working as a slave caravan guard for two months now.&nbsp; He has seen many acts of cruelity in this time and wished to erase them from his mind but could not.&nbsp; He had a wife and a child.&nbsp; The wife worked within the psionics school in Nibenay.&nbsp; His son was showing possible early signs of psionic powers.&nbsp; He had to work.&nbsp; Bryceson was then startled when a black raven landed on a rock next to him.&nbsp; It made no sounds.&nbsp; It just stared at him tilting it’s head as if this would enable it to understand him better.&nbsp; “Go away you wretched animal” snarled the guard.&nbsp; “Away with you before you find…an arrow….in you…?”&nbsp;&nbsp; Bryceson never knew what hit him.&nbsp; The raven looks at him then from where the arrow originated from.&nbsp; An elf impossibly quiet and stealthy blended in with the rocks and weeds.&nbsp; He looked at the bird for a second then turned his attention to even another guard whom fell from his Crodlu seconds later.Mania barely heard the click of the lock as it was picked and opened by the elf.&nbsp; Alderoan placed a finger to his lips to signal Mania’s attention to quiet.&nbsp; Mania’s one lock was picked next.&nbsp; The other slaves were still fast asleep in the cool night.Quietly the two would-be escapees moved to the door.&nbsp; As quietly as possible, they moved back the door.&nbsp; However, it was not quiet enough.&nbsp;&nbsp; One of the people inside, the dwarf, awoke and began demanding his release.&nbsp; Suddenly his eyes glazed over…if only for moment as they lept out the jarred door.&nbsp; “Jump!” yelled Alderoan.The rescue consisted of two elven archers.&nbsp; Both of them were now on the run as riders charged down onto them.&nbsp; The caravan leader, a mindbender, had an arrow lodged in his chest.&nbsp; He lived but could not use his impressive powers.&nbsp; As such, the beast of burden was no longer under his control and became spooked by the activities.&nbsp; It bolted to one side then the other.&nbsp; The leader was thrown from the sheltered riders area onto the ground.&nbsp; A lantern fell from it’s perch and a fire quickly erupts further panicing the large lizard-like creature.“Run!&nbsp; The wagon is out of control!” yells the running elf.“But the people…..”&nbsp; Mania realises his mistake as the wagon groans and begins to topple over in a flaming heap.&nbsp; With no way to outrun it’s area of impact-&nbsp; Mania runs at full speed crouched over towards the inferno.&nbsp; He rolls between the short wheels coming out in a safe area.&nbsp; A thunderous crash sends sand and dust up briefly blinding him.&nbsp; The people inside are being killed by the flames and impact he thinks but can do nothing as suddenly he is struck down unconscience.&nbsp; An elf in brown robes stands over him.&nbsp; A mage of some sorts.&nbsp; His face is grim and has little promise of mercy.“Hold Faerun!”&nbsp; yells Alderoan.&nbsp; “Without this human I may not have been able to open the door.&nbsp; He is not to be touched!”“This is not our way.&nbsp; He has seen you.&nbsp; He should perish”“Let the desert decide then….but leave him be.”Thus three elves run off into the night.&nbsp; A burning husk of a wagon being dragged and whipped about by a frenzied small Mekillot into the sands of eternity.&nbsp; Mania, unconscience by magic, lays&nbsp; left for dead by an elven leader he thought he could trust.&nbsp; Left along with nothing or anyone but a silent black raven.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="megamania, post: 674400, member: 9255"] Segment 001 was entitled "Prelude of the hero" Segment 002 was entitled "Captured & Enslaved" UNDER A DARKSUN SEGMENT 003 “Elven Rescuers” Bryceson didn’t care for his job but it was better than being a captive. He has been working as a slave caravan guard for two months now. He has seen many acts of cruelity in this time and wished to erase them from his mind but could not. He had a wife and a child. The wife worked within the psionics school in Nibenay. His son was showing possible early signs of psionic powers. He had to work. Bryceson was then startled when a black raven landed on a rock next to him. It made no sounds. It just stared at him tilting it’s head as if this would enable it to understand him better. “Go away you wretched animal” snarled the guard. “Away with you before you find…an arrow….in you…?” Bryceson never knew what hit him. The raven looks at him then from where the arrow originated from. An elf impossibly quiet and stealthy blended in with the rocks and weeds. He looked at the bird for a second then turned his attention to even another guard whom fell from his Crodlu seconds later. Mania barely heard the click of the lock as it was picked and opened by the elf. Alderoan placed a finger to his lips to signal Mania’s attention to quiet. Mania’s one lock was picked next. The other slaves were still fast asleep in the cool night. Quietly the two would-be escapees moved to the door. As quietly as possible, they moved back the door. However, it was not quiet enough. One of the people inside, the dwarf, awoke and began demanding his release. Suddenly his eyes glazed over…if only for moment as they lept out the jarred door. “Jump!” yelled Alderoan. The rescue consisted of two elven archers. Both of them were now on the run as riders charged down onto them. The caravan leader, a mindbender, had an arrow lodged in his chest. He lived but could not use his impressive powers. As such, the beast of burden was no longer under his control and became spooked by the activities. It bolted to one side then the other. The leader was thrown from the sheltered riders area onto the ground. A lantern fell from it’s perch and a fire quickly erupts further panicing the large lizard-like creature. “Run! The wagon is out of control!” yells the running elf. “But the people…..” Mania realises his mistake as the wagon groans and begins to topple over in a flaming heap. With no way to outrun it’s area of impact- Mania runs at full speed crouched over towards the inferno. He rolls between the short wheels coming out in a safe area. A thunderous crash sends sand and dust up briefly blinding him. The people inside are being killed by the flames and impact he thinks but can do nothing as suddenly he is struck down unconscience. An elf in brown robes stands over him. A mage of some sorts. His face is grim and has little promise of mercy. “Hold Faerun!” yells Alderoan. “Without this human I may not have been able to open the door. He is not to be touched!” “This is not our way. He has seen you. He should perish” “Let the desert decide then….but leave him be.” Thus three elves run off into the night. A burning husk of a wagon being dragged and whipped about by a frenzied small Mekillot into the sands of eternity. Mania, unconscience by magic, lays left for dead by an elven leader he thought he could trust. Left along with nothing or anyone but a silent black raven. [/QUOTE]

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