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"Im asking the questions, She is safe now tell me what you are doing here"

The elf clad in blue looks at the dark figure...

"A little more respect from you if you please... had it not been for me, the elfess would have remained in prision; my name... it is of no importance, i hunt in the shadows... call me what you wish."

Looks at the figure in the eyes... "And you are?"

Notices something passing by; looks around "what was that? an elf? or a rather fast human... the elfess may be in danger..."

Without waiting for a reply he chases after the figure

An elf clad in blue.. running through the forest.. all of a sudden he hears ripping and a shout of pain..

He stops; he then turns towards the direction of the sound, bow in hand...

The elf clad in blue continues running... in the distance he sees a male elf he recognises... Dravish? He decides to try to sneak past him, changes the rout towards where he can hear the sound of footsteps running... if that is the elfess, her speed shouldn't be too fast... thanks to the head injury...

The elfess sat quietly in one of the spacious rooms in Vanima, reading one of her favorite books. Her thoughts however drift elsewhere, to her beloved, or not so beloved, Dravish.

"Dravish...How could you...Why this woman...This not so well elfess? She is ignorant...She is unwise. She is not fit for you."

She lays the book aside gently, walking towards a window, looking over Tol Vanima. She lays her hand on the wooden craftmanship, slowly letting her hand slide alongside it.

"Maybe I should meet you a final time...Ask for an explanation. After that, I can leave, be it not in peace, but I can leave..."

Settling back down on her chair, she takes out a quill, some ink, and a large piece of parchment from her bag, and begins to write.

Aldriaa runs into a surprise — the crossbow of Konstantin Karmane locked, loaded, and pointed at her face from meters away, in the hands of a man in grey peasant's clothing and a familiar, wide-brimmed hat. Sian had quietly stepped out into the clear from behind a tree. Calmly, he guides his left index finger to seal his lips and gestures her to shush.

"Shhh, follow me quietly; if you go to the townsfools you'll meet death or worse," he utters to her with a stern glance, raising the crossbow.

Stephen walks through the forest, he had told Arynne he would protect her and help her solve the problem with her cousin. He is dressed in plain clothes, no weapon by his side. He now looks for Arynne, praying he can redeem his failure.

Sian lowers the crossbow to his side and stares at her. The only open right eye of his flashes in the remnant rays of light broken by the forest's trees, causing the pale blue within the unscathed eye to look as if it was burning within.

"Who? Who is dying?" he hushes a concerned murmur.

((Crap Sian beat me.))

Callith sneaks around behind the group, and places his sword against Sian's back.

"Arynne, at her feet you fool, put that crossbow away, and help her."

"Do not test me, Callith, you may have more experience with the blade but you are not an ounce faster than me," he smiles deviously. The crossbow had already been lowered before the elf rested the blade tip against his back.

"You would be surprised, boy, but I doubt you could spin fast enough to stop me putting this through you, put it away! Then we can go and help them."

((WTF? Stop posting so fast, everyone!!! GAH.))

Idiots! Stop wasting time! Follow me, Arynne is dying!

"True words, old friend, here, hold on to this for me," he replies, tossing the crossbow haphazardly over his shoulder for the elf to catch, using the moment of surprise and unleashing Karmane's feared technique, the Devil Blade — in a flash of reflection, two daggers flare up as he falls forward in an amazing roll that kicks the elf's blade off mark and levers him back up into a combat stance, applying two swift, subsequent slashes at his neck, however not geared to even touch Callith, but to drive him back a step away from him, both daggers then raising to a defensive stance.

"Now... how about we tend to the wounded and settle this another day?" he speaks, the words oozing out cooly, but intermingled with shorter breaths.

((Not fair you didn't give Callith the chance to react to that:))

"Pretty, had we actually been fighting you would be dead by now."

Callith steps away and picks up the crossbow, and examins it,
"Not bad, a good assassin's weapon, but not very powerful, you need to be close to the target." He fires the bolt into a nearby tree.

"I hope you don't keep it loaded for long periods, it weakens the wings. Now then, lets help the ladies shall we?"

Hearing a call for help to his southeast Stephen heads into that direction. His face pale, and his breaths become more and more shallow. Near his heart, covered by his fine red shirt is a gash, given to him by Nightmare, the skin around it has become purple. But Stephen makes his way to find Adriaa screaming for help, ignoring Callith and Sian's match of blades he goes to follow her.

Callith kneels and checks Arynne's pulse.

((Excuse me, but how did Callith sneak up behind Sian, who, we might add, has a good perception and might have noticed? Just a thought.))

Sian lets them pass him by, as he flicks his wrists, and the daggers spin over his palms, almost like spinning sawblades, before they are audibly holstered in concealment within the cloak's sleeves.

He nods in reply and emits a short: "Aye." Then follows the others to the location of Arynne.

"Someone check her bag, she's not breathing, or if she is it could be very shallow, the blade went right though, if any organs have been pirced there is nothing I can do for her, we would need Caitlin, and I doubt even with her talent's she could heal damaged organs."

A man in his early 30's begins to shout
Some one Quickly this way I have been attacked he threatens me with words of one he has killed, An elfess in the woods he says please help Quickly"