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Post by johntherevolator on Feb 6, 2008 12:24:11 GMT -5
The warrior in red looked across the dank cave floor at the elven, looking back gripping his blade calmy. Tension was clearly in the air as the two watched eachother.
It seems I've found something better than what we were looking for.
The elven elven gripped the pommel of his Kurkri tighter as the warrior approched.
What?
The warrior in Red squared up to the elven staring into his eyes coldly as if looking into his very soul, a frown upon his face.
You! You attacked my friend, you shall suffer. Elvewyn sends his regards!
With that the man in Red snarled lundging forward and the was battle joined as the two clashed blades.
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On the western road into Suzail the mutliated body of an elven can be found. The head impaled atop a halebard. On closer inspection the head is known to be the elven Nolendil.
((OOC: Might not have got it 100% correct with what was said, but that was the jist of it.))
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Post by Charon's Claw on Feb 6, 2008 12:41:33 GMT -5
A lone Elven figure clad in fine armor and a blue cloak walks out of Suzail on a trek to Isinhold to speak to new arrivals of Tel'Quessir. He comes upon the scene on the side of the road and is instantly horrified and repulsed.
He then prays to his god for a spell of resurrection and patches up Nolendil. He proceeds to question him what he was doing out here, to which he had no recollection.
Lomeluril then shakes his head, frowning a bit, assuming that it was the work of ogres since he apparently traveled alone.
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