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Choosing a path that would offer some distraction if the dragon and demons were to return. They find themselves at the edge of Ald'Seran's forest...
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where the air is dense and their is an aweful odor in the air
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Corpses of unwary travellers, hang from twisted tree limbs. Faces a twisted grotesque mask, a testament to slow poisonous painful death. Fortunately Morash has had dealings with Ald'Serans son, Sald-Morack...
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And Morash would never turn away from Sald-Morack as there is too much at stake to free the lands of the
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Even though Sald-Morack couldn't care less about the lands afar. He did look after his forest. His anger consumned any who would oppose him.
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But what he didnt know, was that there was a greater power, stronger than he had ever known, that would soon be near and the threat would be so terrible that he would have no choice but to find other forces to join him
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Morash's party was surrounded by the dark elves...
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who couldnt wait till total darkness was upon them only the glow of the half moon. When the dark elves gathered together, they're strength would unleash
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An ancient vendetta. But Sald-Morack recognised Morash in the darkness. Morash quickly told of the skirmish with the dragon, as they were led back to the encampment.
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As they approached the emcampment, they noticed the silence...It was so quiet not even a small critter moved, in a moment, a bright light flashed through the woods in the distance. The entire force of fighters stood there staring and on guard with their various weapons drawn and the shields held high
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Stand ready, the dragon approaches. This time the dragon is going down hard. Ranks of archers flank the encampment, waiting for the demons to arrive.
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The demons are no match for these dark elves. Swift acting poison on arrows fired true. Quickly laid waste to those demonic servants. " Bring the dragon down alive" cries Ald'Seran, "Let us make this scaled one talk."
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Sald Morack waves his hands frantically as a huge spell is formed. "Arashi'karanikum!" he screams as the dragon is enshrouded by a electrical static cage. Sald Morack laughs out loud as he watches the dragon try to escape itself.
Borash pulls two arrows out of his shoulders and looks at the two dark elvin leaders sceptically. |
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He couldn't help but laugh, for he wore an itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dotted.....
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tunic when a small little creature no bigger then a humans hand emerges from some bushes.
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The pixie pointed at the itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dotted tunic, tittered gleefully. "Looks like hes wearing an itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dotted tunic for the very first time...
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the adventurers look oddly at the pixie with the awkward outfit
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Ald'Seran shook his head and approached the dragon. Reaching into his pouch he pulls out ...
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her mirror. She blew her dust everywhere, muttered something about house cleaning.
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Realising he was only having a drag queen daydream, pulled out some of his vilest slow working painful poisons.
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