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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 18, 2009 14:16:55 GMT -6
The raid had been successful. The party of drow had found a small camp of surface elves, forest elves to be exact, and had massacred them. It was part of the ongoing war between the Underdark and the Surface world, almost guerrilla tactics. The drow only came out at night, but even then, it had to be on a waning phase of the moon, otherwise the light would hurt them.
Unless they had a high priestess.
Azazealyn motioned with her hands, chanting quietly to ease the light-sensitivity of the party of males, helping them to still maintain their vision. The drow were far better at seeing in the dark, no matter what kind it may be, they were suited for it. The beautiful yet deadly priestess moved forward, among the party of ten or so males as they fanned out, searching for survivors.
The bodies of what were forest elves were now scattered about in various shapes, some still connected, others were not. It had been a literal blood bath, a sure sign that the drow had done this, if the mutilation of every being in the camp, man, woman, and child, had not been an indicator. Drow were known for cruelty and for killing anyone that crossed them, which was rather unfortunate since they were avenging an age old vendetta against their peoples.
Azazealyn moved fluidly about, the blood never seeming to touch her nor stain her skin as she let lavender eyes dart about, taking in the carnage. "So once again we wage a small victory against the surface," she murmured, her voice being carried on the breeze.
One of the males made a sign that someone was out there and immediately all stood at ready, waiting. Someone was coming, but who?
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Post by Robin 'Hood' Locksley on Oct 18, 2009 17:12:37 GMT -6
The city was a bit crowded today, plenty of people wanting their merchandise from the markets, others just checking the sites, and some even messengers. Robin Locksley had a high position on a tree, not too far from the city, but enough to where people wouldn't reckognize him. He didn't mind the attention, but sometimes it just too much. He prefered to watch his city from a distance, until he was needed. His slender legs dangled lightly over a branch as he leaned back, looking at the city. He could see his home(it was a rather large, so clearly it would be hard to miss), and saw the trees all over the city. Robin loved Feiray, but missed his youthful past adventures. He let out a silent sigh as he looked into the dark sky.
One of his fondest memories Robin had was when he returned to a town he rather liked. It was mostly populated by humans, all very hard working farmers. Robin loved to watch them go off in the early morning, some would tend the fields, others head into the woods to catch a meal for their family. It was quite herroic of them, he thought. Robin figured that maybe, long long ago, the gods just didn't have enough juice of abilities to give to these poor creatures, yet they still worked hard everyday with what they got. Robin loved humans. He leaned on the fense of a family's property, the Germhs to be precise. They liked Robins company, and today was no exception. Mrs Germhs came up with her basket full of crops, and gave Robin a smile. "Why, hello there Robin. What brings you here today?"He just calmly smiled back shrugged his shoulders. He didn't really have a reason, he just wanted to get away from troubles. Suddenly, her kids ran out of the house and tackled Robin's legs. They screamed his name, Robin Hood. He gave a puzzled look at the Mrs. and she just giggled and walked away. Soon, everywhere he went people were calling him that. He didn't mind and, in fact, he rather liked it.
His little memory vanished when the trees started to move, the branches quietly moving against him. Any other person would assume it was the wind, but Robin knew better. He jumped to his feet and gave a heafty sigh. Someone was doing something they aren't suppose to. He turned around, back to the city and walked off the tree. Suddenly, a part of the rose from the ground and caught Robin so he was able to walk to the next branch. This continued for a little while until there were sounds not far away. It was then that Robin decided to Jump from branch to branch. His ice blue eyes rose in shock, but he gave no other indecation of emotion. Then he saw the drows, and to his suprise, the High Priestess. He wondered what they wanted, for killing a town like this. Bodies were everywhere, Robin could barely stand it. He then sat on the high top of the tree and looked down on them all. It was a pity that they acted so violently, but there was nothing Locksley could do. Actually, there might. Robin gave a small whisper into the air, speaking to the trees. Out of no where, roots crawled on the ground, suddenly wrapping themselves around the Drow's arms and legs. That should hold them, at least for know. ooc: Im not sure if that last bit was GM, if it was, please tell me so i could change it.[/size] |
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 18, 2009 17:24:54 GMT -6
Az started at the branch roots that wrapped themselves around the drow, summoning a shield of her own to counteract the magic. The unfortunate males were not so lucky, so she sighed, chanting a spell to release them before anymore damage was done. Lavender eyes flashed around, looking for the tell-tale heat signature in the trees before they found it.
The party fanned out, careful of the earth magics and instead countering it with some of their own, specifically levitation. It seemed that the drow males merely were picked up by some invisible hand as they entered the forest, searching for the lone elf, leaving the high priestess alone in the clearing.
She summoned a few offensive spells to her side as well as her spider companion, turning as a slight breeze picked up and caressed her skin, sending her white hair in all directions as she waited for her soldiers to come back, either in pieces or victorious.
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Post by Robin 'Hood' Locksley on Oct 18, 2009 17:57:43 GMT -6
The Priestess was no fool appearently, and successfully blocked herself from the trees roots. He gave a silent groan, thinking that it wouldn't be as simple to scare them, but then again, they were drows. They don't actually scare, unless of course the sun was out, which that clearly wasn't the case. He watched with his light blue eyes as the drows started to gain in elevation, growing very close to his spot of hiding. The trees wrapped themselved around Robin, creating a sort of 'hole' to hid in. He silently pulled his bow out, along with his specialized arrows. A few drows came close to inspect tree branches. As soon as one came close enough, a few feet or so, he strung his bow and shot an arrow, hitting the drow in the chest. He gave a moan and fell to the ground. Amazingly, another arrow flew and his a drow in the exact same spot before the first drow hit the ground. Robin watched in amusment as they looked around, trying to find the source of the arrows. Suddenly, four arrows flew in the air, catching two drows by the the shoulders of their clothes and dragged them through the air (only about a foot), hitting a trunk. The trees instantly moved and wrapped themselves around them tightly. Robin couldn't help but chuckle when his eyes watched two drows looked frightened, and then run off. Well, these were certainly new recuits.
Robin quickly jumped out of his little hiding place and unsheathed his broadsword. The remaining Drows came at him, each one getting hit in the back of the head with the butt of his sword. He rather hated killing people, so knocking them out was the next best thing. Robin glided down a truck of a tree and stepped over some Drows that happened to lay on ground. His eyes were locked on the High Priestess, looking over her. He rather had a fondness with her silver hair, thinking that it looked cute on her, but maybe that was just the night. He gave a coy smile, white teeth shining."That wasn't very nice you know. And here I thought we could be alone."His eyes looked at the scatter of dead forest elves. He would make sure each one had a proper burial. |
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 18, 2009 18:08:26 GMT -6
Azazealyn arched an eyebrow, cocking her hip out to the side as she placed her hands on her hips, watching the forest elf with an amused expression. She reached one hand up to capture her hair back, glaring at the taller elf with lavender eyes.
"And who says I would ever want you?" she asked, her voice flavored by the unusual accent that all drow had when they spoke the surface language. Az was fluent in most every language on the surface, from her previous excursions as well as insatiable curiosity.
Her magic shimmered around her, making a shield that any would be hard pressed to get past as her hands glowed faintly with magical energy, the only sign she was ready to press an attack. Of course, it would be magical in nature and she preferred not to use her physical weapons unless necessary. Of course, if the high priestess actually had to fight, then things were dire.
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Post by Robin 'Hood' Locksley on Oct 19, 2009 14:41:11 GMT -6
The female clearly dispised Robin, which made him to continue his use of that cute little smile of his."Who says that you don't?" However, he knew that this matter was very serious. He would have to take these Drows as prisioners, well the ones that were alive anyway. He would decide what he would do with them later, but he tried to focus on the present. His eyes flashed toward her hands, noticing its faint glow. Robin sighed and turned his back on the Drow.
"Why are you so tense?" There was a pause as Robin walked to a near by tree and leaned against it, looking rather casual considereing the dead bodies around them. His eyes suddenly filled with strong emotion, one that was completely opposite of the one he wore only moments before."I want you to leave the surface."His tone was full of authority, but Robin had enough experience to know that this Drow would most likely refuse his request and then he would have use force. Hopefully, if he is able to hurt her enough, she could be captured and brought back to Feiray. Worth a try, he thought. So Robin slide a glance to the tree above him, looked at the nearest branch which was about five or six feet above him. He considered jumping up there, but waited to see if the Priestess would do anything."I'm Robin Locksley. You are...?" His tone was somewhat casual again, but not even near the light tone from before. |
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 19, 2009 16:13:49 GMT -6
A pale eyebrow arched delicately as she watched him, her magics already working and causing the spilled blood to bubble, filling the area with steam as thick as cloth. It didn't help that she'd plunged the entire area into darkness as well, slightly evening the playing field. Darkness was her area of expertise and the forest was his.
She knew who he was of course, she was no fool despite her young age, but she also knew that most of her strength was in her magic, rather than actual swordplay but she could wield her whip as a master could. She moved silently, only a breath could tell that she'd passed through the area, the only senses that remained were hearing, touch, and smell. Neither could see.
She concentrated slightly, rising off the ground to float in the air as she prepared another spell, this one setting off into flames that seemed to mark off an area, following the bodies, turning the slain into ash. Azazealyn wore no armor, merely her normal clothing, consisting of a long skirt and her rather revealing top, a sign of her station in the drow society.
"Spoken like a true surface elf. Tell me, then Robin, what gives you authority to command me to do your bidding? I am not one of your subjects, nor am I an ignorant fool," she said, her voice floating but masked enough not to give away her position.
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Post by Robin 'Hood' Locksley on Oct 19, 2009 17:58:16 GMT -6
His eyes watched as a dark fog rose from the blood of the dead forest elves. His eyes grew a bit angry as he looked at the priestess. By now, it was getting exceptionally hard to see her, until he could no long. He darted his eyes back and forth through the dark surrounding, but it was useless. There wasa barely audible shift of movement, then nothing. Everything was quiet. Robin made a silent groan and realized that this probably wasn't going to be easy. His hands wrapped themselves around the tree, and then suddenly, the tree silently grew branches from where Robin was standing and tightly wrapped itself around him, creating a sort of bulge from the trunk. Robin Locksley dissappeared, but it wasn't like she could see him in the first place.
Robin's ears picked up a soft voice, no doubt form the priestess talking. Spoken like a true Drow, he thought and forced himself to concentrate. His hands were still pressed against the trunk, but slowly, it started to move and break apart (the middle of the trunk where Robins back is at), creating an opening in the middle of the trunk. Robin slid his body backwards into the small crater formed and turned around in the tight space. He continued to do this to the other side, while patching the area that was now behind him. Soon, Hood ended up in the back of the tree. His eyes remained shut, he wouldn't be able to see even if they were open. However, the trees began to move as if there was a breeze pushing them, but of course, there wasn't.
Fire suddenly enveloped the ground, not too far from where Robin was. In fact, it was a bit too close to the front of tree where he was at only seconds ago. He passed a glance upward, then lungded upward. His steady hands barely made the branch that was about six or seven feet from the ground. As he pulled himself up, he noticed the scortching ground bellow. It was clear that the bodies were being burned. Damnit... he thought. This girl was seriously starting to piss him off. Robin looked up in hopes to see her but to no aid. It was dark as every, and even the light from the fire below couldn't help him see. He glared, but reluctantly closed his eyes. He needed to do something, before she did another spell. He then grabbed three arrows, and strung them, all in different directions; north, northwest, and northeast. Hopefully she would think that he was aiming blindly for her, but then again, she did say that she was no ignorant fool. The purpose of that was to hear the echo. Robin listened intently. |
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 19, 2009 18:12:30 GMT -6
Azazealyn grew silent, her lips moving with the chant as the fire spread out, consuming even the still living drow that were unconscious on the ground. At best, Azazealyn had no mercy for those she did not care for, rather using them in her own personal venture of ensure that she lived. Such was the way of the drow: kill or be killed.
Anger was her friend and she knew it, attempting to make the forest elf angry and to goad him into a mistake. It would not be easy, at all for her or for him. While she was young, she had a high priestess, placing them on roughly equal footing. She was floating in midair, above the flames but still could feel the heat around her.
The breeze picked up, pushing the magical flames towards the forest, where the elf was hiding. Az would burn the forest down if she had to, or she would at least try. It was quiet on the field, except for the crackling of the flames and the sound of the breeze.
The high priestess felt her levitation weakening, so she set herself down outside the flames and dispelled the darkness, uncoiling her whip to rest in her free hand as she muttered something and blew into her palm, sending out a dust that seemed to shimmer before it dispersed, rolling in a heavy fog to lay on the field. She pushed her hair out of her face impatiently, her smaller frame well hidden in the fog.
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Post by Robin 'Hood' Locksley on Oct 20, 2009 7:06:41 GMT -6
The area around them was still dark, even with the fire light. The arrows hit each tree, and Robin listened to the echo. Hopefully, it would pinpoint the priestess location if she was in the air, but she may not. The echo's came back, and then Robin shot another petrified arrow, hoping that this one might hit her, but it made a clank as it struck a tree. No luck. He glared and then looked down. Smoke was starting to become heavy as the fire raged on. He needed to do something, other wise it would destroy most of the forest, if not all. Concentrating, Robin took in a deep breath. The ground started to shake and then suddenly it was breaking apart in front of the fire. His idea was that maybe he would be able to create a giant circle, sort of like a divider, so that the remaining forest wouldn't be hurt by the fire.
Robin looked pleased when he finished the earth magic spell, but was still a bit worried. The flames were still growing, and he knew that they wouldn't stay in this little divider for long. His mind was totally not worried about the priestess right now, and was glad that they couldn't see each other. Concentrating again, Robin proceeded to move mounds of dirt from the scorched ground. Slowly he lifted it, until it was placed on top of the fire. It slowly smothered the flames down, but there was still red embers glowing about. His eyes were glaring now, and jumped down from the tree. The ground was quite hot underneath his feet, but being an elf, he barley put pressure on the ground. He looked up, but saw nothing except blackness. He was pretty sure that the Drow had something to do with this. Night wasn't usually this hard to see through, especially with his eye sight.
A sort of fog started to envelope the ground as he walked. He stopped and looked down with curiosity. Like hell this was natural. Robin quickly pulled out his arrow and strung it. While he released it, it instantly became petrified as it flew through the air. |
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 20, 2009 9:00:49 GMT -6
Azazealyn flinched when the arrow grazed her but wisely kept silent, following it's flight path slowly and carefully, now that the ground had moved. Lavender eyes narrowed and she moved silently, more like a dark shadow in the fog she had created to replace the darkness spell.
The arrow had opened up a rather nice wound on her upper arm, which she was currently ignoring in favor of finding the damned forest elf so she could kill him. A strong breeze that was not her doing had picked up, tossing her hair around and began thinning the heavy fog she had created so shapes were visible. She cursed in her head, not wanting to expend more energy and fight the elements.
Tilting her head to the side, she stayed where she was as she thought up several spells that she could use in a counterattack that would be low in energy use and high in damage, considering she was running low on energy as well at the moment. She was not the best in hand to hand combat, but she could hold her own for a while.
Praying silently to Lloth, she moved again, keeping her steps silent.
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Post by Robin 'Hood' Locksley on Oct 20, 2009 9:32:53 GMT -6
The arrow made a slight difference in sound, giving a sly grin to Robin's face. He wasn't sure if it killed her, or even if it hit the mark at all. It could have hit a bush or a tree, but Robin prefered to look on the positive. He slowly took out another arrow and strung it. It was always good to be careful in these situations. His eyes tried despreatly to see throught the fog, but he had no luck until some wind came. He smiled again as the fog seemed to disappear somewhat. Know he was able to see a dark figure not 10 yards away. Well, at least he hadn't killed her. It would be a waste of a good prisioner.
Robin inched foward, bringing his bow to eye level. Suddenly, he stopped and started to send at least 5 arrows flying in about 3 seconds. None of them were aimed to kill her, but they flew through the air so fast, it could easily be mistaken. He aimed some to hit right in front of her feet, while others would zoom just inches before her face. At least, that was the plan. It would certain change if she decided to move in any direction. |
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 20, 2009 9:41:47 GMT -6
The sound pricked her ears and her whip moved with a silent snap, knocking down a few of the arrows. It was the one weapon she wielded as a master and could as easily caress your skin as tear it from your bones. She flinched slightly, muttering another spell under her breath that dropped the temperature down to freezing, a frost coming up to coat the grass and drop it down.
Now the point was who could last the longest in the cold air. Although she was running low on magical energy, her physical strength was not depleted. She bit her lower lip, lavender eyes darting around before she moved again, stepping back into the mist again, fading so her outline was nothing more than a whisper. Silence was her ally in this point and she was determined not to make another sound.
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Post by Robin 'Hood' Locksley on Oct 20, 2009 10:15:08 GMT -6
There was the faint sound of one of his arrows being broken. He glared at the silhoutte but didn't move. He needed to think up a plan before he did anything rash. The priestess was prettyly evened matched with him, but she must have doe some serious magic, considering that the fog was still up and the magic she has done before this little meeting of theirs. He put back his bow and thought that he might as well use some of his own magic. Just then, there came a quick chill that froze the ground. The asshole was trying to freeze him? He glared but concentrated on some spells.
Robin quietly muttered something under his breath, and then some of the trees began to move. Their branches became entwined with each other, making sure that no one would be able to leave. He then placed his hands on the ground and tried hard to feel the ground. He thought that maybe he would be able to pinpoint her location, but only getting a subtle vibe, he decided to do something else. Suddenly, freezing dirt rose from the ground and shaped itself into pointy spikes. It started to shoot from all angles. Robin didn't care what it hit at this moment, as long as it hit her. Locksley then looked up, and jumped on a branch. The height was an advantage, at least he hoped. From his position, he decided to start to shoot arrows straight out in front of him, towards the ground. Hopefully he would have more luck hitting their mark, with the conmfort that she wouldn't be able to get out this little ring. |
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 20, 2009 10:26:09 GMT -6
Azazealyn groaned, feeling the magic shift and the heightened change in the aura around them. She was tempted to just teleport back home, but her stubbornness wouldn't let her. It wasn't pride, it was just that she was stubborn and refused to give up. Forming a defensive shield, she stopped the physical hits for the time being.
However, that didn't mean she didn't feel the force behind them. It ended up with her on the ground at which she was determined to stay low and move quickly. Caves were excellent places and she relied on her other senses as she felt the fog lifting because her magic was waning. Once the arrows started flying, her whip moved with a seeming mind of its own, keeping its owner safe.
Her weapon suited her but that didn't mean she didn't have another blade on her for close. Last resort she could always do a suicide murder, but for now she would hold her ground.
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Post by Robin 'Hood' Locksley on Oct 20, 2009 11:02:30 GMT -6
The fog started to grow thin and the tree lines became more visible with each second. Robin was glad that she was finally running low, which reminded him of himself. He hadn't used too much magic, but he might want to continue to keep it low, just in case he needed to use it in a severe time. He kneeled down close to the branch he was standing on and was glad that he saw the priestess much better now. It also helped to hear her whip break his arrows. He swiftly sumersulted off the branch, landing on one knee.
Quickly taking out his sword, Robin ran towards the Drow with ease, and then jumped up to do a tornado kick*. He put forced into it, hoping to send the drow backwards and into the tree. Robin watched as it worked, thankfully. He ran back up to the Drow and shoved his sword next to her throat and put pressure on it."Why the hell did you kill these people?" Robin figured he already knew the answer, but while he was asking her this question, the tree suddenly began to grow around her, making her tightly wound up.
*Tornado Kick
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 20, 2009 11:23:13 GMT -6
Azazealyn glared at him, lavender eyes stubbornly refusing to answer or give in, despite the predicament she was in. She didn't have enough energy to teleport nor to summon assistance, so she remained silent, glaring at him with hatred. It was an age old fight that the elves were always fighting. She and her people were dark skinned and white hair, they did not look like elves and to the other two races, it was that way. The whole reason drows now lived underground.
She would not answer him, the forest elves, while not pacifists, they did not have the same level of skill in torture that the drow had. The drow could make anyone talk, despite what their training may be and how much they wanted to resist. She was not going to answer just because he was their king, he would have to drag any information he wanted out of her and she would fight him every step of the way.
Azazealyn knew she was pretty, even for an elf, but at that moment, she decided that there was an alternative to how she was going to fight him and grinned internally, knowing he was going to have one helluva fight on his hands.
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Post by boliko on Oct 20, 2009 11:36:22 GMT -6
Large feet moved silently through the forest, simple sandals making no noise against the leaves. Every so often, they would nudge a leave or rock, making sounds that any onlookers would assume that a animal of some sort did. Knowledgeable grey eyes seemed youthful compared to the wizened old body they were servant of. White robes covered his frail body, a loose sash hanging at his waist. White hair spilled out from his crown, and more grey spilled from his chin, forming a fine beard. Lines on his face seemed to reflect his knowledge, and wisdom.
Boliko the wise stood among the trees of the forest, watching the events unfolding silently. Of course, he had been following the king of Feriay across the lands - he had planned talks with him. The two were allies at the moment, as all were allowed in the kingdom of Temarra. However, darkness was once again spreading into the land, and hostilities were breaking out. However, skirmishes like the one he was witnessing right now were very common, even with the treaty.
As the elven king drew his blade and placed it against the drow's neck, the wizard decided to make his presence known. He allowed any of the cloaking spells he had in place fade, stepping out of the undergrowth and into the clearing. He held his white staff in his left hand, and his sword was in it's hilt on the left side of his waist so it could be drawn by his right hand easily.
"Robin," He spoke courteously, bowing to the king, before smiling kindly at the drow... although he was still sure every drow hated his name (probably the work of Amaji, but also the hatred of every surface dweller).
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Post by Robin 'Hood' Locksley on Oct 20, 2009 12:10:18 GMT -6
The air around these two seemed to grow heavy as Robin's crystal eyes stared deep into the shorter Drow's elf. He still had no idea what her name was, but that wa the least of his worries. He was pissed that this drow wasn't saying anything but somewhat figured that she wouldn't anyway. Drows were accustomed to torture, and lucky her, Robin disliked doing that unless neccessary. He continued to glare even when she smiled, seeming to have a plan up her sleeve. He wondered what she was up to, as he drew his blade tighter onto her neck, letting a small trickle of blood start to flow.
There was shift in their little arena and then the King of Tamerra appeared next to Robin. He bowed politly and seemed to not be surprised at the predicament before him. Still staring that the drow, Robin released his stabbing sword from the neck, but branchs and vines replaced it quickly. Aa little cautiously, Robin released his eyes from the priestess and turned his attention to Boliko."Hello dear friend." Robin gave a kind smile and bowed respectfully."Do you know what this priestess' name is? Im planning on using her of somesort, maybe get an advantage over the Drows. Do you have input?" Locksley's crystal eyes looked over the female and then returned his attention to Boliko. |
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Post by Azazealyn on Oct 20, 2009 12:15:08 GMT -6
Azazealyn resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Amaji would be terribly pleased if he knew the predicament she was in now. Then again, he would also be highly annoyed since she hadn't exactly told him she was accompanying a raiding party to the surface. She did sigh as the branched moved around her.
Well, this certainly was turning into a different sort of situation, she mused, bringing her patience up as she waited. Not much else she could do unless she was going to actually attempt a fire spell with the last of her energy, however pointless it was.
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