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teflor the ranger
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Postby teflor the ranger » Tue Feb 01, 2005 7:53 am

His prayers had put her in a deep sleep, a deepness such that even her fiery will had been placed to gentle rest. An expression without doubts settled on her face as Teflor kneeled to pick her up.

Kailesa would take care of her. He wondered briefly who would take care of him when Ayra woke to discover what he had done. The strike force was assembling, and he knew that the armies of Auzorm'tvorl would soon come.

These simple thoughts carried Teflor back to the city of Waterdeep, where he stood in the Great Market Square for a full day and night, waiting for his enemies to come. The guards of Waterdeep stood uneasy but said little, as they too had observed far stranger in the past few days.

It came suddenly, as a single shout issued across the city. Guards mustered to their posts, as the hustle and bustle of daily city life was quickly overcome by the clank of steel, the rattle of armor, and the smells of warfare.

Citizens fled in fear of their lives, and armored halfings appeared seemingly from nowhere, assembling near the square, fully prepared to defend Waterdeep to their last half-man. All through out the city could be heard a steady chant from beyond the walls, a fearful reminder of what awaited the city outside.

The ranger stood in wait. He reveled in his enemy's boldness as finally they brought themselves to bear down upon the loved and the lost.

As the streets cleared, so did the ranger's mind. Gone were politics, the betrayers, the loved ones. Gone were the needs, the wants. He gripped his swords tightly, speaking with them through the leather bound grips, waiting for the single moment of advance.

Until a young mage pulled on his sleeve.

Teflor turned to look with soft eyes at what had called for his attention. The young mage Sonon was alive. Sonon looked at the ranger, lost, with the hope fading from his eyes as the chants of Auzorm'tvorl filled his mind. He had finally come down to his final question:

"What can we do?"

"Win."

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A few brave souls gathered near the square, many Teflor's former guildmates, the honored of the Northern Star. They gathered with the ranger to wait quietly as the voices of the city guard rose to challenge the chant of the armies of Auzorm'tvorl.

Sympathizers of Auzorm'tvorl spilled into the emptied streets, chanting as they brandished kitchen knives, spears, and other crude weapons, rushing into the square, the 'fifth' column bound in homemade robes, emblazoned with their support for their twisted diety.

Several of them ran at the ranger, as he moved to open his arms, throwing his cloak behind him. Flashes of steel met silently with flesh as the ranger tore out their throats with the tips of his blades, as those who rushed him fell to the ground, clutching their open wounds unable to even scream.

A burning anger gripped him as the crowd of sympathizers edged away from the ranger and his companions, several corpses lying at their feet as well.

Teflor barked out commands to the young mage Sonon, and a young paladin, Imi, whom made haste to scout their assignments.

So Auzorm'tvorl came, from the North, the South, and The East.

The Northern Star Officer, Vari, stood staring impassively towards the Eastern gates, where the chants for Auzorm'tvorl were the loudest.

Teflor spoke calmly to the warrior, "take your men to the east gates."

To which, without reply, she headed into battle, taking her guildmates, and all that had gathered with her, most bravely Sonon and Imi. Teflor knew the rogue's guild and the defenders of Waterdeep would take care of the army at the southern gates, so long as the army at the Eastern gates were breached by the Northern Star.

To that, Teflor headed north, as halfling guards scurried under his feet, and Auzorm'tvorl sympathizers parted to allow him through.

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An army sprawled out over the road leading into Waterdeep, chanting as they rattled weapons against their shields, daring a defender to step forth from the city.

A small door opened in the gates, and a lone figure stepped out in front of them bearing swords pointed idly towards the ground before them. A single shout was heard out before the gathered soldiers, and a knight of Auzorm'tvorl broke rank with his comrades to face the ranger.

Even death stood back as they battled, stepping in only briefly to take the knight as the weight of his armor brought him to the ground.

Another stepped out after him, and thus the fight continued, the crowd cheering each time blood was drawn from either combatant.

The empty shells of knights, clerics and mages piled underfoot, as the patience of the army of Auzorm'tvorl began to wear thin. The world started to spin as the ranger felt himself being drained of his own blood, yet derenched in the blood of his enemies. His strength begain to fail him as he stumbled in his steps, flesh soft without the aid of his woodland armor, blessings long having faded from his aura.

Each breath was a gasp, an anguished practice of resistance, a scream towards the ending of life, rattling his lungs despite the feeling long having been ripped from him with the blow of swords and hammers.

Teflor's vision was washed over in blood, his hearing turned murky and wet, unable to do anything but fight his challenger. Suddenly, his mind cryed out in panic, as he watched knight before him swing level and low, his left arm unable to raise his sword high enough to counter.

It smashed into his arm where it was least armored, sending the ranger to the ground, bouncing slightly as his armor clanked against the road. Teflor gritted his teeth in a quiet anger, clenching his fists tightly around his swords... Fists?

Parrying what was meant to be his end with one arm, and with the arm he should have no longer had, the ranger reached into the knight's armor, cutting off his foot. Teflor clambered to his feet as the knight went down, looking down at his exposed arm, now turned to dragonscale. He felt his wounds begin to close as he turned to look behind him, where a young necromancer draped in his dark cloak began to raise the dead against their former comrades. Others were behind him, strangers who called Waterdeep home, joined the ranger, as the army of Auzorm'tvorl charged the gates.

The band called out to their enemies as they charged into their midst.

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Exhausted and alone, Teflor came to the gates of Baulder's gate, mysteriously unthreatened. Wandering through the city, it was plain to see why. Banners hung from buildings, showing support for Auzormtvorl, and his supporters flooded the streets, dozens gathered in crowded squares brandishing small weapons. The elite guards of the flaming fist did not move to action, perhaps without the stomach to kill the citizens they had guarded through the seasons.

Most of them had faces he recognized, except now they were angry, bitter faces, full of hatred. They softened somewhat when they looked upon him, but turned to question why the ranger no longer bore the fist himself. He pulled his cloak low over his face as he continued south, across the Chionthar river. Dobluth Kyor would need defenders as well.

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Deep in the forest of Mir, could be heard all around the chanting of the army of Auzorm'tvorl. Teflor gently adjusted the wrap around his headgear, emitting enough light for him to find his way. Teflor flew headlong into battle, passing drow and ogre alike, throwing a cleric of Auzorm'tvorl to the ground. They fought in pitched combat, surrounded by the thick forest.

In the dark, a voice spoke in common behind him.

"Teflor, you are not welcome here, leave now."

To that voice, the ranger replied,

"You'll have to make me."

Just then, an ogre nearby smashed his hammer into his foe, releasing a spark, then a shower of lightning across the forest, striking numerous Tvorlites, who then choose to join the battle. Somewhere near, an unholy word was uttered, sending the ranger to his knees, blinded and bleeding from the ears. Unable to see or hear a thing, the ranger thrashed out wildly with his blades, contacting with a tvorlite scream. A tremendous cyclone then tossed the ranger like a rag doll into one of Mir's massive tree trunks, taking from him his breath, and what sensations he had left.

Suddenly, a cowardly and weak slash from a small sword thunked uselessly off of the ranger's armor, a pathetic blow, but one that would save his life. It covered him in shadows of magical darkness, where Teflor laid with his last bit of consciousness, listening to the sounds of battle.

Eyes closed as they awaited their fates.

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When the sounds of battle had left him, the easy sounds of gentle footsteps approached the ranger. Teflor opened his eyes to see his vision partially restored, straining to see through the magical darkness.

A figure stood above him as he lay prostrate and defenseless on the forest floor. as it uttered a strange word and waved its hand, Teflor searched for the figures eyes..

A familiar scent. Someone he had touched before.

The whisps of shadow lifted from his body, revealing a drow figure standing above him. Behind her an human, another he met with before, while the name was slow to come to mind. A loud snort could be heard in the distance, as the ogre with the hammer watched from a distance, turning to leave the area.

"Kesena." The drow he spoke to so long ago, it seemed. In some foggy farmhouse in his dying memory.

"Linsow." A human druid who had been watching over him.. Though they hardly knew each other.

The ranger's eyes summoned a tear as he tried to lift his hand to greet them.

Wounds closed under the druid's prayer, and weak but gentle, honorable drow hands dragged him to the waters to rinse the blood from his tattered tunic, carried away by the gentle stream.
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Postby Futaz » Tue Feb 01, 2005 11:35 pm

I love it. :lol:

You took the curve ball I threw you and hit a home run.

Great job!
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Postby teflor the ranger » Wed Feb 02, 2005 4:39 am

Thank you friend. You've got a lot of class, swiped at you as hard as I could. :)
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Postby Deshana » Wed Feb 02, 2005 10:32 am

Deshana sighed, muttering a curse in a strange mix of drow and elven. Cyclones were hard even on trees so large they blocked the light. There was a lot of cleaning up to do, and a lot of small creatures to heal.

The druid laughed at the memory of the confusion she had created inside the gates of her m'raandi's home city. She'd made the call to arms in her feline form, much to the confusion of no less then three yuan-ti. Good think Kes had been there to translate.

She also remembered with a bemused expression if Ssissu, the Yuan-ti Illusionist had found their joining forces on a group of Tvorlite supporters as odd as she had.


The defenders rallied, a little late to organize, the druid felt ribs splinter beneath a warriors blow, a clerics spell sending agony through her body.
Two more waves and she was coughing blood from the repeated beatings.


Finally Deshana had retreated into the trees, and left the field to Silvine, at least the priestess could heal the defenders, Deshana was far too wounded to be much help.

Silvine ran out of the city to join the lines as another wave reached the city and Deshana rested in a tree, knowing DK would not fall. Blackness swarmed her mind, and she succumed to her wounds, falling unconcious in the healing heart of a great tree.

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