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Child of the 7th Age · 06-20-2003, 04:30 PM

The blow to Vrain might have found its mark and cleaved the mighty dwarf in two, but for one stroke of luck. Elentari had been lying in the mud unconscious when she suddenly found her eyes groggily opening, becoming aware of the battle going on all around her. As the reality of the moment sunk in, her first thought was to grope down with her fingers to find her sword and daggers which always hung about her waist. But her weapons were not there. Even if they had been, she did not have the strength to stand up and fight.

Her head throbbed and her body ached as the world wavered in and out before her eyes. Then it happened. She saw the ruffian reach for his weapon and swing it downwards for the final stroke on top of the dwarf's head. Summoning all her strength, she rolled over in the mud and grabbed hold of the bandit's leg. Once more, Elentari valiantly struggled to stand up and fight, but to no avail. Then, in desperation, the Elf reached out to grab the man's leg and sank her teeth neatly in the flesh of his calf.

The ruffian howled with rage and pain as his mighty stroke was deflected. His weapon hit home but only along the side of Vrain's head, rather than hitting him full on the brow and offering him mortal injury. With an angry kick, he'd knocked Elentari's and Vrain's bodies over to the side. It was Ewinda and Lostlondwen who valiantly slipped into the heat of battle and managed to gather them up one at a time dragging their bodies to safety at the edge of the compound.

The battle was beginning to wane. Four of the thieves had been slain and two more rounded up for capture. The remaining thug had taken off into the thick grass, but several companions were already giving chase.

Aravorn had his men guard the unconscious Elf leader and the dwarf, and asked one of the companions to go off and search for water and some herbs which he would need to help tend the wounded. One of the companions readily agreed to do this task and ran off with a water bottle. Suddenly, from just outside the camp came an excited voice, "Aravorn, come quickly. There's a child...."

[ June 20, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]

06-20-2003, 04:30 PM	#100
Child of the 7th Age Spirit of the Lonely Star Join Date: Mar 2002 Posts: 5,133	The blow to Vrain might have found its mark and cleaved the mighty dwarf in two, but for one stroke of luck. Elentari had been lying in the mud unconscious when she suddenly found her eyes groggily opening, becoming aware of the battle going on all around her. As the reality of the moment sunk in, her first thought was to grope down with her fingers to find her sword and daggers which always hung about her waist. But her weapons were not there. Even if they had been, she did not have the strength to stand up and fight. Her head throbbed and her body ached as the world wavered in and out before her eyes. Then it happened. She saw the ruffian reach for his weapon and swing it downwards for the final stroke on top of the dwarf's head. Summoning all her strength, she rolled over in the mud and grabbed hold of the bandit's leg. Once more, Elentari valiantly struggled to stand up and fight, but to no avail. Then, in desperation, the Elf reached out to grab the man's leg and sank her teeth neatly in the flesh of his calf. The ruffian howled with rage and pain as his mighty stroke was deflected. His weapon hit home but only along the side of Vrain's head, rather than hitting him full on the brow and offering him mortal injury. With an angry kick, he'd knocked Elentari's and Vrain's bodies over to the side. It was Ewinda and Lostlondwen who valiantly slipped into the heat of battle and managed to gather them up one at a time dragging their bodies to safety at the edge of the compound. The battle was beginning to wane. Four of the thieves had been slain and two more rounded up for capture. The remaining thug had taken off into the thick grass, but several companions were already giving chase. Aravorn had his men guard the unconscious Elf leader and the dwarf, and asked one of the companions to go off and search for water and some herbs which he would need to help tend the wounded. One of the companions readily agreed to do this task and ran off with a water bottle. Suddenly, from just outside the camp came an excited voice, "Aravorn, come quickly. There's a child...." [ June 20, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ] __________________ Multitasking women are never too busy to vote.