01-21-2004, 12:56 AM | #11 |
The Potato sack... er elf
Join Date: Mar 2003
Location: Sailing between the stars is a white ship with silken sails...
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Ooc: They're rescuing... sort of...
Ic: Yinalin crept toward the camp, making no more noise than a moonbeam passing over water. He had made his troops stay behind to 'cover his escape,' because he couldn't risk their lives to save Laurana; this was his fight. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Laurana bit her lip, looking at the dwarf. He seemed more trustworthy than many of those of her own race, and she wanted to believe him. "... I am Laurana," she said finally, watching him. "I am magi, second general in the armies of the elves, and the only mage."
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