RPG #10 - Gyin

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  1. Crys

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    The elves had done it. They’d held their own. The attacking Orga was a rather small attack force; at least it was for this side. The total populace of the Orga in Lorinea was only about 500, this was small for attacks, but large for raids. In the distance, there were howls of wolves, many, many wolves, and then, just moments later, these wolves mad their presence even more known.

    A flood of fur broke the tree line, and rushed the large purple beings, and yet, still more howls echoed through the forests surround the city of Lorinea.

    This fur however, did not only belong to wolves, but also, the minotaur who’d saved the elven ranger earlier that day. He charged into the fray, teeth bore as much as the wolves who used theirs to tear flesh from bone.

    The next flurry of events happened very quickly. An Orga came up behind a pair of rangers, the first one, on the left, was quickly chopped to bits, and the blade of the second was dropped. Just as the blade of the Orga’s axe was to pierce the being of the second Ranger, he stopped moving, and fell backward. The Ranger muttered thanks to Gaea. And scampered over to the corpse to see what had happened.

    The Orga was leaking the thick blue liquid known as blood, from a hole which was clean, narrow, and through the centre of its forehead. The Ranger looked toward the woods to see the bowman, there was none, and then looked the other way, and saw a bodkin sticking out of the wall, plunged nearly halfway up the shaft of the arrow.

    Upon looking back to the woods, there was in fact a bowman, a centaurian, standing with his longbow upright, another arrow knocked. He loosed, and the bodkin flew in the Ranger’s direction. The elf twinged, but the arrow never landed, he turned around to see where the arrow did end up, only to find it in the wall, another dead Orga lying behind him.

    The young male ranger then looked toward the bowman, who raised his offhand, two fingers extended. The ranger read his lips… “That’s twice now elf.” And then the centaurian trotted away, knocking another arrow, and loosing another bodkin through the head of an Orga soldier.
     
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    As Night walked down the road toward the City to see if there was anything there worth his time, He heard screams... The screams sounded like it was coming from some Orga... KILL IT, was his only thought...

    "I hope what ever it is hurtign that Orga kills him..." He mumbled to himself as he walked along... "Wait Orga never travel alone... That thing may need my help... There may be a reward for saving its life... And its a few less orga... Why not?" He thought to himself...

    He decided that he would hurry to the city, kill any Orga, pilfer any gold or valuables he would find, See if he could find a damsill while he was at it... He ran off the road into the forest... with one well placed jump off a tree trunk he was up into the trees... He pulled out his Dual whips (Sharan and Micheal) and began to swin from the highest branches he could reach... Swingign from tree to tree he was going a good distance quickly... Within 5 minutes or so he was there... As he hit the edge of the forest and the entrance of the city he survied the fight... A Small Raiding party of Orga, a few elfs, a Minotuar killing the orga, Wolves attacking the orga, and a Centaur leaving into the forest about 50 yards to his right. This battle was goign to end quickly... And If Night helped ot would end even quicker...

    Night Dove from the trees and a Jump worthy of a Centaur... He landed only a few feet from and orga... The orga was fussing with 2 or three wolves, but Night didn't care... *WHIPPPPPP* a loud Whipp/whirling sound as Sharan Sliced through the air and grabbed the Orga by the throut... *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*Came thundering sounds as Micheal Was whiping throgh the air taring at the Orga... The orga droped his weapon after the first hit... then dropped to his knees after the second... It was more of a beating then a fight... Micheal continued to abuse the Orga even after blood was flowing out of the limp body... With a slight tug of his wrists the whips came fling back to him easily caught in his trained hands... He Ran toward the nearest Orga and this time slug Micheal into combat first... Without any trouble Micheal wrapped aroudn the Orgas wrist just as he was about to attack an elf... The orga couldn't move his arms... *Wistle* Sharan made a slight whistling noise as she wrapped around the Orgas throat... *SNAPPPP* With a quick pull on sharan the Orga's Head was ripped from its place on his neck... And rolled away... The Body took a minute to reliez his head was gone, Then it fell to the ground...

    *ZIPPP* A bokin barely missed his head as it came flying by him... He ducked and turn sharp to the left to see the Centaur holding the bow that had just been fired... To his right he ehard a *Thump* as a dead Orga fell to the ground... A bokin trhough his temple... The Centaur had saved his life...
     
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    Elril fought against the orgas as good as she could with only one arm functional. She killed two in a rapid succes then turned to hunt down more of the foul beasts. She saw that aid was coming to them and her hopes was lifted a bit. But still she knew there was battling left to be done. She cut an orga over its belly, its intestents spreading out on the ground together with the blue blood. Another she slashed over its ankles, just to make it's own attack against her miss. But it didn't fully and she took another hit at her allready wounded arm. Grimacing of pain and anger she bore down upon the orga and it didn't take long before it lay dead at the ground. Four, she thought and continued her hunt.

    She aided a fellow ranger who was attacked by three orgas at the same time. She stabbed one through it's chest from behind. That was a foolish move of hers since she had a hard time getting the blade out again. As she struggled she was scratched at her thigh by an orga blade, but at the same time the attack was complete she got loose her own blade and chopped the orgas head of. Six.

    With the old wound at her arm reopened in the fight and two new ones she didn't know for how long she would be able to fight. But she would not give up. She would defend Lorinea, may it cost her her life. But it never came to that. She contiuned her deadly dance on nothing but cheer fury, adrenaline pumping in her veins. Five more she cut down. Eleven. She understod then, by the pain running in her body, that she couldn't stay on the ground and fight anymore. So she retreated to the trees, not as gracious as usual because of her wounds, but up she came.

    With nothing but the thoughts of helping her friends she grabbed her bow and strung it. She couldn't use her left arm but in someway she managed to maneuver the bow, using her feet and the branches of the tree as help. But she hadn't many arrows, only five. And when they were out three more orga lay dead because of her. In normall circumstances she would have gotten one for each arrow, but in her condition three out of five was good. Fourteen. Out of arrows and exhausted from battle and wounds she lay back against a branch and lost consiousness.
     
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  4. Lillith Forbid

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    Irilse watched the dwarf struggle for sometime until she grew bored of the endless fighting. SNeaking away quietly, Irilse lifted the charm of invisablity. Ruffling her hair in the sunshine, she quickened her pace until she was out of range from the dwarf and the orgas. Once she was well far away from them, she started to hum cheerfully, intoxicating her senses and making her eyes look clearer. Taking a deep breath in the sunshine of the average day, she felt relaxed. Though something was eating at her. It seemed weird at first but when she turned around to look over her shoulders, a hasty rustle was heard. Turning back slowly, Irilse's heart qwickened.

    Some one was following her.

    Biting her lip a bit, she racked her brain for a spell of an enchantment. She could multiply herself so she took care in numbers....nah...She could change herself into a creature that would be too intimadating to approch...a dragon? Nah...She oculd make herself invisable again. Perfect. She scolded herself for not thining of it sooner.

    She forced a grin up to the sky and stretched her arms, making an act of relaxation. Looking over to the side of the trail, she saw a bush and walked over to it, pretending to smell the flower, she whispered the word and Pooft! She vanished.
     
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    (((BTW: There were around 500 Orga, I doubt even these hand picked fighters could kill 500 monstrousities that quickly.)))


    By the time Sihn had saved the whipman, he was well over 15 kills, most with bodkins to the brain, some with barbeds to less vital, but still important organs. He continued stalking through the dence foiliage surrounding the now very bloody, very one-sided battle. Many more of the elves that had been fighting with their blades now lie dead, most torn asunder by Orga blades.ust when Sihn, and yes, even Rangevar was beginning to lose some hope, but a wee bit late to be kind, the rest of the Alliance showed up.

    Rangevar sliced through the cranium of an Orga, his axe wedging into the skull of the now limp body, he let go, and tried more... primitive methods. As the second Orga charged, the Blood ducked the vial blade, and came upward, four knuckles sinking into the Orga's ribs. There was a crack, and then, a left hook caught the Orga in the nose, doing more damage to the already twisted visage. A third came, but stood no more chance than the first or second.

    With the reinforcements of the Alliance now in the clearing, Sihn charged, blade drawn, not needing his bow to kill from cover now, the Ranger charged. My wolves! He called out silently. The time to feed draws near! HE blitzed the clearing, and swung hard, and he swung high. The decapitated body fell, the head landing on top of it. It was, by far, one of his best kills to date.

    By this time, many Orga had died, though, on a rough count, including those flooding through the foliage, there were still about half a troop, or 250 left. And it was going to go by quickly.

    Rangevar, being the famed, yet psychotic Berserk he is, had no doubt gathered a group around him. There were now, not one, but 6 red blurrs, each killing in their own direction.

    The wolves too were not alone, there were now other animals as well, most noticable the pack of bears which had began tearing Orga hearts out.

    200. This was going to be easy for the joined forces of the Alliance, or so it seemed to even the Orga.
     
  6. NightChaser89

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    As Sihn Charged the beasts night reilized something... Not all Non-Humans are bad people, Err things... after all this complete stranger saved his life...

    Night quickly regained his composure after the near death experience... He Stod himself up and ran after the one he owed his life too, Maybe he could return the favor... As Night ran after Sihn he saw wolves, bears, and other beasts fighting with the alliance... He was hoping to fight along Sihn but he didn't make it... He was cut short by a team of orga... eight of them...

    "I feel sorry for you all... You caught me on a bad DAY!!!" And with Day being said he ripped the whips off the ground and whirled them trough the air VERY quickly... Almost fast enough to lift himself off the ground... With every time the whips connected you heard a *SLICE* as it ripped giant gashes in the bodys and faces of the orgas... After only a few seconds all eight of them lay limp dead and covered in dark blue blood... *CRACK* Nights whips where back at his side...

    He glanced at Sihn and noticed he was fine on his own... He looked around alittle more... A minotaur seemed to be able to handle himself, and 10 Orgas at once... He saw that the Orgas where mostly coming from the Forest south of where he came in... "There..." He muttered...

    Night took off at full run to where they flooded in... Whips back in his hands draging slightly behind him... Many Orga took swings at hi mas he ran... none connected... All he could think is "If I cut them off here I may save some of the Alliance..." He had almost no concerne for his own saftey... he got around 100 Feet from forest edge when it finally happend... One of the Orga connected... Got him in his left leg, Droping night to the ground liek a rock... As night hit the ground he rolled set up and ripped the legs out from under his attacker... Quickly killing this Orga was no problem... AS he set there wounded he knew one thng... "This may be it... I might not make it... But I MUST... I must kill as many of them as I can... Go big or go home..." He set there spinning his whips striking anythign and every thing that came in his way... Most of the Orga ignored Him... Or didn't see him... He killed a Good 17 or 18 more orgas this way untill one noticed him...

    Just nights luck that the one to notice him was about twice the size as the other orga... He was slow but drug a Sword the size of a man at his side! As The orga moved closer to night, He began to try to crawl back wards with his left hand and right leg, While attackign with the whip in his right hand... Every Hit was the hardest Night could hit, Yet the Orga didn't even flinch!!! HE just keep stalking after night... As night attempted to crawl away he hit a snag on a Fallen Orga blade... This was it... Now or never... He whirl his Whips at the Orgas legs and arms... Hopeing to slow him... His attacks connected like always, but to no help... He was Mad with Fury by now, his hands where goign num and his blood was flowing out of his leg wound...

    "Must keep fighting... At least this Orga... Take him with me..." He thought ot himself struggleing to stay contious... The Giant Orga's hands and legs where all cut up and bleeding steadly, But he didn't seem to notice... The Orga moved closer... 15 feet away... 10... 5... NOW! With one final attempt night wrapped his whip aroudn the blade of a fallen Orga and WHURLED it at the orga right as he was beging to attack... TWANGGGGGGGGG... It... It Worked!!! The blade met its mark in the Orgas throat... Blood gushed out of this new wound... The Orga couldn't breath... He stumbled back and fell to the ground... His sword with him... The sword landed flat agenst Nights wounded leg... A sharp shuder of PAIN ran up nights spine... He oculdn't handle the pain, loss of blood, and his Whips all at once...

    He passed out...
     
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    Elril fought her way back to counsiousness in time to see the heroic whip-wielder beeing attacked by a huge orga, the sword a size of a man. She was still dizzy from the great amount of blood she knew she must have lost. So she tore the bottom of her tunic of and wrapped her thigh and arm. She set in mind to help in the fight no matter her own condition. And she saw that the whip-wielder was in danger. But as she was finished attending her wounds she saw that the giant orga now lay dead on the ground. The man was still in great danger, she thought, with so many fiends at the battlefield. And it looked like he passed out too. Great

    She saw the body of one of the archers she had found earlier that day, hanging limp across a branch not far from Elril. She was very sad at the sight but more important was the quiver she saw at the woman's hip, a quiver which supported at least twenty arrows. The archers other quiver was totally empty. She made her way to her comrade-elf, blessing her soul and closing her eyes. Then she took the quiver and steadied herself at the branches around her.

    She saw there were still about 200 orgas. She cursed the situation and struggled to get her bow ready. It went pretty fast eventhough she was injured. She concentrated her arrows on the orgas closest to the unconsious man, but she couldn't get them all since the disatance was quite long. Having killed eight of them and injured two she decided she must now concentrate on closer targets and pray the man would somhow be rescued anyways. Fourteen and eight, that's twentytwo. But three of the arrows had not hit no mark but the ground. She sighed and clenched her teeth towards the wawes of nausea and pain threathening to wash over her.

    She had had 24 arrows and now there was only 11 left. She sighed and continued her attacks. She felled seven more orgas closer to the gathering hall and then she was out of arrows. Twentytwo and..she winced...seven. That's twentynine. The counting was now her way to stay focused, something she could concentrate on. And she needed it.

    But now her arrows was left again and she needed to see to her wounds. The dead archer beside her had had some herbs and she took them while saying her thanks to her fellow-elf. She made her way back to the platform in the center of the tree and started to prepare the herbs.
     
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    Ephrit stood at the edge of the forest, a good distance away from the fighting. He was merely a shadow among shadows and no one noticed him. It truly was a glorious sight, so many Orga being sluaghtered. But the elves were not doing so well, they were being brought down very quickly, even with the help from the beast's and half-men, one of them a Minotuar like himself. He could have just as easily left and let fate have it's way, but there was death to be brought, and that was after all his calling.

    Hefting his Death-Bringer, he charged forward out of the forest toward a group of Orga moving forward together, about 20 of them. Letting out a fierce roar he rammed into the first of their number, knocking them back off their feet into several of their companions behind them. Those that were still standing yelled and charged at him, their blades drawn. It was all for naught however, as they only charged into the swing of the Death-Bringer's axe, slicing two of them open and another clean in half. Seeing what happened to their companions, the others, instead of charging him, started to move around and surround him, the ones he had knocked to the ground now back up and doing the same.

    Ephrit looked at them with a snarl and started yelling at them. "Come weaklings! My blade thirst's for blood!!" And with that 3 of them luanched themselves at him, their blades held high, which of course was a very big mistake. Spinning in a circle he swung at their midsections, cutting them open and letting their blood spill to the ground. His expression changed from a snarl to a grin, a very wicked grin. "Next?"
     
  9. Lillith Forbid

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    She walked along invisable fore some time. It was quiet but she kept seeing things move behind her back and out of the corner of her eyes. Strange...But, she reasurred herself. I am invisable and they cannot see me. Grinning to herself, she walked along the trail that she was following.

    A roar was heard beside her in the forest. It chilled her bones to ice! Jumping clear out of her skins, she directed her attention to the woods. What-ever was behind her was forgotten as she plundged into the woods where fighting was heard. Furrowing her brow, she took a deep breath and continued over low hanging trees and crumbling leaves. More fighting was heard. Her hair got caught on a limb and she tried puylling it. No success. Gritting her teeth against the slight pain, she backed up and took her hand and wrestled with the limb to let go of her hair. In her struggled, her guard went down and off came her spell for invisablility. She didnt notice until it was too late. An orga was slashing through the woods when he found Irilse caught on the tree. THe orga grunted victoriously and went for the girl. Two others came with it.

    Great!, she groaned and pulled herself up, only to be wrenched back down by her hair. Taking out her whip, she snapped it at the Orgas who drew back momentarily then came at her again. Giving a snarl, Irilse yanked her head back and lurched forward. THat did the trick.

    Her hair snapped free with a rip. It made Irilse offballance and fall. THe Orgas were on her in a second flat. But, she had her whip stil in her hand. A mouth was near her hand and she shoved the whip hand in it. HTe Orga, startled, swung back with its other companions. Hopping up on her feet, a gash on her face, she cracked the whip acrossed one Orga's head, instantly chopping it off with as much force as an axe. Grinning coldly at the other two, they blinked but roared once more. Ducking down, as one lunged towards her, she moved forward through a thick mass of bushes. At once, her vision was full of Orgas. THere were people fighting them too. Elves? Gawking, she completely forgot about the two that wwere attacking her, when a force hit her back. Knocking her flat, the other orga wrenched the whip out of her hand and covered her motuh so she couldnt mutter a spell. Growling, she was trapped. Pinned by two Orgas.

    Irilse snarled under the Orgas hand, but the two ugly beast grinned back down at her, whispering to each other. THey nodded and picked her up. Squirming, she realized thiere mistake. They uncovered her mouth.

    " Rilukw!" SHe screamed . Instantly the orgas that were holding her stopped dead. She sent feelings into them, feelings of dread and true blinded fear. They were all afraid, shivering in thier boots and frozen. It was a powerful spell, only to be used on a vicious battle, and only when you are in need of it. She didnt mean to use that spell, but it just slipped out of her mouth. She groaned, but the frightened Orgas that held her dropped her instantly as a shock went through thier arms.

    Irilse rubbed her arms and head as the pounding pain came with her bruises and the gash on her head., Great, she groaned.
     
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  10. Elan Morin Tedronai

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    The Orga charged at Carambeth, weapons held high. It was folly to face them, surely he would die. Five on one were not good odds. Even the most experienced warrior would die. He knew his time had come, and he did not mourn for it. His life had been the Ranger's, and the Rangers were all but extinct, somehow it seemed fitting for him to die here, among his brethern.

    The first Orga came in front of the others, and their blades met in a clash of spark, they danced back and forth, the brutal, heavy handed fighting style of the Orga in stark contrast to Carambeth's poised, flowing attacks. The blades crashed together and Carambeth used his forearm to backhand the Orga across the face, momentarily breaking his concentration, it was all the First Ranger needed. He brought both hands onto the hilt of his blade, and with a wicked slash tore through ligiments and bone, slicing through the Orga's stomach. The beast collapsed to the ground, where he bled to death.

    As the second Orga came, a sharp whistling was heard, and the all fell dead before him. The White arrows of the Alliance piercing there corpses. He had been saved. Carambeth noticed one was still alive, and quickly made an end to it, sliding the slender blade across the Orga's throat, spilling his life's blood onto the ground. Carambeth wiped the blade down on the cloak of a fallen Elf and looked around to see Orga falling, and the Elves cheering.

    The Alliance has come ! That was what Aellam had done he thought. Aellam had brought peace to Lorinea. His name would be held in high regard in future generations.

    The dark silence of an ended battle was always difficult. Once the adrenline had lowered, and the clash of steel had dimmed, the moans of the dying and wounded could be heard. Their sorrowful wails filling all who heard it with dread. He wondered if any of the fallen were his friends, or his Rangers.

    Arrows still whistled overhead, snipers shooting from the dark corners of the forest. Carambeth had not realized, but the battle had raged for atleast 3 hours. The sun had set, and Lorinea was covered in an eerie darkness. Torches needed to be lit, but that could be seen too later. Carambeth looked around for any sign of his Ranger's, praying to Mother Gaea they were still alive. Others he espied, a minotaur, a human. There was no reason they should be here, he knew they were not part of the Alliance from their dress, but questions would come after, it was not important right now. His duty was to his Rangers, and the people they protected. He thanked the Gods the battle was done, but he knew the worst was yet to come.
     
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    Leaning against a branch of a low hanging tree, Irilse caught her breath. Her heart was racing and her mind was too. Taking a deep breath, she steadied them gently and kept her eyes to the ground. The gash on her head was throbbing shots of pain through her and causing a massive headache. She winced, this wont be good tomarrow. Propping herself up, she ran her hands through her hair and heaved another sigh, looking around. The orgas seemed to be thinning and some of them were gone. It seemed like these elves where in a group. Rangers more like it. Staring down at the corpses of her own captors, she spat at them and kicked them once. SHe was in a sour mood, but almost seemed cheerful about it all.

    She had better get out of here before the elves questioned her. SHe didnt want to tell them why she was here.She didn’t want to be questioned that much. She had stumbled apon their battle and was attacked. It wasn’t by choise that she had stayed. Heaving a deep breath, she brushed the hair out of her face to avoid the blood that gently ran down her face. Her fingers brushed her belt Noticing something wrong, she looked down and saw an empty place in her belt. Her whip was supposed to be there. Looking down to the ground, she frowned and searched the leaves. There!

    Giving a sigh of relief, she hobbled painfully over to it and snatched it up ; stuffing it back into her back loop where she had always kept it.

    Looking up at the people hurrying around, she backed up a bit and hit something. Just another elf. Muttering an apology, she winced and walked off in the opposite direction, finding some way just to slip away from them all.
     
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    When Elril finally had prepared the herbs and attended her wounds she looked upon the battlefield. Many elves lay dead, but there were many more orgas laying spread out on the ground. She took that as a good sign, thinking the battle might be won after all. And as she watched it all, unable to help her comrades, the fighting diminished and soon all she could hear was the dying gasps of her friends and the moaning of the severly wounded. She closed her eyes hard, both to shut out the horrible sight as for to fight back the pain. Twentynine, that's all I got. Hoped it saved the life of someone, she thought, strong feelings of guilt washed over her. She had wanted to do more but knew that she couldn't have. Eventhough she knew that, the guilt wouldn't leave her.

    She made her way carefully down to the lower branches to see if she could spot any of the dead elves. And she could. With great pain in her heart she saw the faces of several elves she had known and loved. From the branch she could see three dead rangers, two male and one woman. She sighed heavily and leaned back against the branch behind her. She put her hands above her face to collect her thoughts and all she felt was sorrow.

    She thought about the battle, played it up in her mind. She had saved one elf only for him to be slain later in the battle. But that had cost the enemy more losses and she tried hard to think of it from that point of wiew. Her sword was coverd to the hilt in blue orga-blood and her quiver was as empty as ever it could be. She moved her hand to her side, to the pouch of arrowheads, and discovered she had about six or seven she could turn into arrows before the next battle. But she realized she might not be able to fight if that were to happen soon. Shaking the thought out of her head she began chewing on some herb to further numb the pain. Her eyes closed she listened to the symphony made of her wounded comrades silent cries and prayers to Mother Gaea.
     
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    Ephrit stomped down hard on the head of the last Orga, crushing it and instantly making silent his moans of pain. He looked at the battlefield, it seemed that all of the Orga had been slain, but he also seen many elves lying wounded or dead. It's a shame, they were good fighters... They had fought against an opponent that was larger and stronger than they, and won, and Ephrit had a great deal of respect for those who could win under such odds. Even if they did have a little help. With this thought he looked at the other minotuar, a Blood by his coloring, and the centuar. They had both fought hard and killed many, and Ephrit had to wonder why. Was it for the same reason that he joined the battle? Or might they have had a better purpose than to just kill the Orga? Well it would all be known in due time.

    Ephrit wiped his Death-Bringer on the grass to clean it's blade and walked out into the center of the battlefield, hunting for any Orga that might be lying injured. They would all die before long anyway, but he wanted to kill them himself.
     
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    Lillith Forbid Returned Queen of Bondage

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    Irilse gave up tryin gto find a way out. Every time she looke dover to the dead elves, she felt guilty and stayed. Guilt was one of her more negative feelings she had. Heaving a heavy sigh, she put a hand to her throbbing head and tryed to wpe the blood that was on her face. Shuddering, she looked at the blood. SHe never liked the look of blood, but in battle, she loved it. Faintly grinning, she sat down on the grass next to acouple wounded elves (who all looked at her strangly) and wiped the blood off into the grass.

    She felt dizzy, extremely dizzy. Hugging her knees, she put her chin on her knees and looked around. Many of the elves were either dead or wounded and fighting death. Looking over to the ones next to her, she grinned and they grinned back uneasily. At least they were somewhat friendly. Blinking, she looked again to the battle field and saw something that surprised her. A minotuar. THat caught her attention. Following the minotar with her gaze, she decided he must be looking fo rmore Orgas.

    Once again, she got knocked over the head by a dizzy spell and put her head back down on her knees.
     
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    Via_Amarth Wicked Me

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    Elril found she hadn't enough peace to stay still, eventhough she was quite exhausted. She felt a little better because of the herbs so she made her way down to the ground, slowly and very carefull. Well down she supported herself on her bow since she didn't want to reopen the wound at her thigh. She looked upon the battlefield, her eyes seeking Carambeth or any other of the rangers. She spotted Kyman and grew stronger with the sight. He seemed to be farily well, though he clearly had done much damage to the enemy and no doubt taking many hits. She wawed her hand a bit for him to se her and he came to her Imediatly.

    "How are you, second ranger? It looks as you fought well." he said. She grimaced a bit on the 'fighting well' part, thinking she should have done much more. "I'm pretty fine," she winced abit of pain but didn't want Kyman to loose hope. She must be strong infront of her cooperates. "By your referal to me as second ranger I take it Carambeth is well and alive. Where is he?" "He is at the feild, blessing the souls of the dead, along with two other fellow rangers." "That's good news." I suppose. How many has been found dead?" Kyman just stared at her with a blank expression, showing her it was to many that had left the realm of the living. "You are dissmissed." She said and he went a way, continuing what he had been doing.

    So there were many dead? Another boulder of sorrow placed itself in her heart. At least we did win the battle. If by winning it means loose the greater part of your kin and leave after you a couple of dead fiends. She sighed and continued her slow walk, looking for dead friends whos' souls needed to go to rest. A long rest among the stars.
     
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    Elan Morin Tedronai The Forsaken

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    A light sheen of sweat covered Carambeth's forehead as he jogged quickly to the Alliance's camp, not ten minutes from Lorinea. As the foremost Ranger, it was his duty to represent his people, he looked for Elril, hoping for a companion of high rank to take with him, but he could not find her. He hoped she had survived.

    As Carambeth left Lorinea, he looked upon the destroyed environments, and felt both sadness and regret. The beauty of the forest would be mended in time, he hoped the newer generations would get to see it in its prime. He made his way to the camp, feeling as relaxed as he had in days, the fight was over, if fight it could be called. More like slaughter, he thought, as he remembered the fallen. And he felt safe with such a strong army encamping Lorinea. He found the camp guarded by several Men in white, scale armour, their halberds blocking the way into the camp's only entrance.

    "I am Carambeth, First Ranger of Lorinea. Let me pass," he said, in a friendly tone. He owed the Alliance his life, but he needed to speak with the Queen about the attacks on the Elven Kingdoms. He had not anticipated it so soon, something was making the Orga restless, more ill-tempered. The Men lowered their halberds to their sides.

    "Welcome," they intoned, "The Council sits in the largest pavilion, in the centre of camp. I trust you have clearance, as the Queen is expecting you."

    Carambeth nodded, and stalked past the Guards. He wrapped his black cloak around his body, and used his black wolf clasp to pin it just below his left shoulder. He almost looked presentable, the blood and grime could not be seen behind his cloak. He went to a Fountain in the main square of camp, and washed his face, blue pouring from it in earnest as he washed away the blood of the Orga, and the dirt of battle.

    He saw many different races in the rugged camp, Men in steel plate, Minotaurs with their bows, and even some Elves, though he did not know them. It was fortunante indeed that the Alliance had arrived when it did, Aellam had done good. His name would be remembered in song throughout the Ages.

    Carambeth took a deep gulp of air, and he truly felt alive. In the last few moments of battle, he had felt his death close in around him, til the arrows of the Alliance pierced his enemies. He thanked again Mother Graea, for sending the Alliance so swiftly. He looked up from the fountain, and ran some water through his dark hair, letting his fringe fall down to cover half his face.

    Straightening up, he headed towards the large black and white pavillion in the centre of camp. Atleast six times bigger than any other pavilion, he knew it was were the Council had taken their seats. As if that didn't announce to the world their presence within this camp, the fifty or so armoured guards did.

    Making his way towards the pavilion, he could not help but think of Lorinea, and he wondered again how its people had faired...
     
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    After a half a day of silent drifting on the battlefield that seemed like an eternity full of goodbyes, Elril was exhausted. She had payed a visit upp in the main tree to see if someone of the remaining elves wanted to speak with her. She had held a quiet speach for the dead, respecting them and all the sorrow of her kinfolks. She also had talked about the coming battles in Lorinea. Had told them what nedeed to be done and who would do what. After some pep-talk to her kin she made her way to see their un-elven allies; the minotaurs, the human wip-wielder and maybe the centaur.

    She treated her wounds once again and saw they had become much better, she wouldn't need to support on her bow anymore, thanks to her knowledge of herbs. She sighed at that and went to where she last had seen the wip-wielding human. Well there she couldn't find him. "He must have escaped then, bless Mother Gaea." she mumbled to herself and went on too see if she could find the others. In the edge of the forrest, on the other side of the battlefield from the gathering hall seen, she found a small group of elves sitting down, treating their wounds. With them was a young woman, she was beutiful for a human but Eleril didn't think of that for long. What is she doing here? A lone wanderer wandering our land, sith no apparent kinship to the elves? Has she helped in the battle? Judging by her wounds she must have.

    "Greetings friends." she said to the elves when entering the small clearing. The elves nodded in response, their face grim, but she could see they were happy to see her. Elril turned to the human woman. "Greetings stranger. From your apperance I draw the conclusion you have fought orgas as well and I respect that and I thank you. I'm Elril, second ranger of Lorinea. Who might you be? You who wanders through our land in times of trouble? Aiding us in our struggle?"

    Her face was expressionless, she had never come to care as much for other races as much as she did for the elves, but unlike many other elves she didn't think herself superior to, for example, the humans just because she was older and had more experience. Instead she respected them for how much they could accomplish in their short life-time and she never underestimated them because of some arrogance or the like. But she didn't openly welcome them either. This, however, was an exception. The young woman apparently had fought with the elves, if not so, against the orgas. She needed too be treated with respect for taking on a fight that wasn't hers. And thus Elril would treat her so.
     
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    Lillith Forbid Returned Queen of Bondage

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    Irilse got to know the leves that were sitting around her. All except for one, which was apparent to her that he did not want to do a thing about her or even look at her for no apparent reason. Suits himself. She didnt need his attention at all. THere were still two other elves that would kindly talk to her. Although she didnt learn there names, (she didnt ask) she learneed that these were just no pack of elves. They were the Ranger elves. They didnt tell her where but it didnt matter. Irilse grinned and than winced as her head gave a throb. That was some nasty cut the Orga gave her on her head. Throbbing like crazy. Even a flick of her head set it off. She had wiped the blood off hastily with her sleeve at the end of the battle, but when one elf, a very nice one by the way, started peering oddly at her temple, she knew blood was still there. Great....she thought with a grimace.

    When the woman elf came up, Irilse hung back hesitatingly. SHe knew elves. Some held there noses up at humans. She's met a few hostile ones too in her travels. Avoiding her eyes a bit as the lady elf talked to the others, she tried to see if there was any blood on her face. Only a dribble on her temple that had run donw to her jaw. Wiping it hastily away before the lady elf turned to her, she ripped a piece of cloth from her pack and helf the wound for a bit so the bleeding went down.

    When the lady moved on to her, she bowed deeply out of respect and said to her in a clear voice, " I am Irilse, from the kingdom of Ulrik. I travel just to seek something I lost in childhood " Her mind screamed REVENGE! But her mouth held steady " I am sorry I tresspassed on your battle. I was ambushed a bit away from the bulk of it and was mainly dragged into it. But out of your kindness, I was not to be pushed away with coldness. " She glanced over to the two elves she had been talking to with a hint of a smile and then her attention was back on Lady Elril,

    " Thank you..."
     
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    Elril was glad the woman had willingly given her the information, eventhough she supected it not to be the whole truth. But it was enough for Elril to stay content, if not Irilse decided to stay for a while, then she needed to know more.

    "Thank you for your honesty lady Irilse. If you approve let one of my fellow ranger here take care of that wound of yours." She made a gesture for one of the rangers to rise and he willingly stepped forward. "This is Luin. Luin this is lady Irilse. Treat her with respect and tend her wounds." she intruduced them dispite the fact Luin had certanly heard Irilse's name. She turned again to Irilse. "Now you must pardon me, I have other things I must attend to." She turned to the rangers and bade them farewell with a nod. When leaving she signalised in the hand-code to the elf not that fond of Irilse to follow her, there were other things for him to do.

    The elf, Celeg, followed her, offering a quick nod towards the remaining elves and Irisle. When they had walked for a while along the edge of the forrest Elril spoke: "Saw you the non-elves helping us in the battle? Two minotaurs, one human and a centaur. I need to see them. I know you're are not fond of intruders, neither am I, but they aided us and we owe them our thanks." Celeg nodded to her, accepting the task. He set of at a swift pace, a silent and gracious apperal, seeking the combatants who had helped them and were not of the alliance. As he left Elril cintinued her walk, heading again towards the gathering hall.
     
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    Lillith Forbid Returned Queen of Bondage

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    She glanced over to the Kind elf that had talked to her eariler. Liun was his name. She smiled her thanks and bowed graciously to Lady Elril., saying softly " Thankyou Lady..."

    While Elril was gone, Irilse asked Luin about the lady.

    " She is a golden one, that one...A ranger and one hell of a fighter! SHe was and illusionist once...though Im sure she still knows the tecniques. Always be on good basis with her. NEver treat her down."

    Luin didnt know much beyond that, but Irilse smiled and sucked it all in. And Illusionist....just like her. Tilting her head to the side, she remained in silence as the elf bound her head and put some herbs into the wound to help it close. Then he moved on to her wrist where is splintered a bit when she fell on the ground. It was sprained..not broken. Fortune was with her. tHat was her whip hand. If she couldnt do that, all she had was the Illusionist charms. Those were more that reliable, but one always had to have a weapon to protect ones self. THats what her teacher said.

    At the end of the dressing, Luin helped her up and she smiled " Thankyou. I'm sorry if I created an inconvieniance by being here..." she looked over her shoulders at acouple elves who avoided there eyes. Shesighed and turned back as Luin opened his mouth " Oh dont mind them...I'm always one for all the races. If there good..then people are people. Even if there not immortal" He grinned, she grinned back.
     
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