After the Apocalypse

[Tythle Fi thea]

As the Knight had fallen into the ground affected by the Stags growing power the curse of blindness seemed to lift a little. Tythle strengthened his will, and said a small spell in elvish in restoring sight, it didn't do much but the ranger could now make out shapes, and dark and light shades. The ranger could just make out the "horse's" trapped form beneath the entangling vines, lifeless after being in the light for so long. The light itself was awe inspiring to the elf, what little he could see gave his heart such hope again. Turning from the stilled steed the ranger saw the blurry image of the demon and one other grappling on the ground, also in the light caused by the Stag. Hearing Rands desperate cry, and seeing the blurry images move, one flying off and one hopping on, and then grappling some more with the creature. Tythle readied himself, ready to let fly if the "man" shaped blur was unsuccessful as taking out the other eye.  

[Bobbo the Beggar]

Fear overcame Bobbo as he watched each man fall one by one to the death knight's fury.  Then he heard the big northerner's cry and saw the younger man dash off to the knight.  Gritting his teeth and holding Avenger ready, he rushed beside the young warrior.  If nothing else he could block an ill-fated attempt from the knight to stop the man's attack.

Tell me which is better:  to die defending your country or to live and watch your homeland die?
Ralai, King of Adylius

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