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Elya blinked, and stared at the strange creature before her. The light seemed strange. Around her, it was the same as the night before, but mere feet away, the shadows were deeper, sharper. It was not the night as she was used to it.

Strange as the creature was, a winged serpent as colorful as the foliage she'd flown above for the last several nights.

"Greetings Construct of Man, my name is Palanrandusk, a native of these lands. If I have read your tapestry correctly, your duty, is that of a protector, yes? If I am accurate, I implore you to protect my adopted son and those who stand against the monsters you see before you."

Curling her wings back to their regular resting position behind her, Elya straightened from the crouch she'd taken before the blink. Bowing to the creature in a polite gesture she had picked up in her travels, Elya's gaze flicked between the creature and the face of the mountain where the source of the 'wrongness' dwelled.

"I am Elya," she introduced herself as best as she could, still heavily distracted by the 'wrongness' she'd sought to destroy. "I have heard of tapestries, they are woven pictures made of cloth, yes? I do not own such a treasure. However, you are correct. I was made to protect against the monsters of the night. That," She pointed towards the mountain, "Is far worse than anything I was created to counter. If there is a fight against it, I will join it. You needn't have asked, but it is appreciated. If I see your son on the battlefield, I will lend him whatever protection I can."

Secretly, Elya was extremely proud of herself for managing to keep her words sensible and polite. Being so close to the danger, seeing it rise out of the mountain like a parasitic grub emerging from the hide of some poor insect mixed horror and disgust with the fear that had drawn her here.

Shouts sounded from the front of the camp. Battle was underway, and Elya's thin leash on her instincts snapped. Leaping into the air, Elya's wings pumped furiously to begin her rise above the trees. Not bothering to look back, Elya called down to the creature.

"Good night, Palanrandusk! It was a pleasure."

There, her social niceties checklist was complete, and now she could focus on the creatures that resonated with the same wrongness as the creature that broke the mountain. Wings pumping hard to gain height, she could now see above the camp's walls. Creatures were attacking the front, climbing over the wall. Some kind of crystal was splitting their flesh apart. If Elya had ever eaten a meal, the sight of that twisted meeting of crystal and flesh would induce her to see that meal again.

Humans, elves and creatures she thought she'd heard called 'orcs' were countering the creatures at the wall. Smaller, un-twisted versions of the abomination on the mountain were also in the frey, and Elya paused for a single wing-beat to wonder if one of them might be the strange creature's son.

She was sixty or seventy feet above the camp walls now, directly above the battle. The brighter-than-normal light cast her shadow deep within the camp as she flung her wings wide to glide until she decided on a target, her mind almost overloaded with the rapid scans and analysis of friend and foe, and their constantly changing positions.

There, a fleshy, crystal-twisted creature just leaping down from the wall.

Tilting her body down towards her target, Elya took one beat of wings to speed her descent, then tucked them in a streamline like she'd seen the diving hawks do.

And just like the hawks, she braced her talons in a striking position. Two seconds from the start of her dive, Elya crashed into the creature like cannon fire.

The resounding 'BOOM' drowned out the crunch of stone and crystal beneath her as they left a modest imprint in the ground.

Her own mind slightly rattled by the impact, Elya staggered to her feet. Her lower extremities covered with the nauseating gore and shattered crystal that had once been her targeted creature. One less chord of 'wrong' in her mind gave her a thrill she'd never known in all her short existence.

Seeking more, Elya turned to face the continuing onslaught of enemies. One creature closed on her, attempting a slash with its own crystal-formed talons. They hardly left a shallow scratch in her granite-hard skin.

A feral grin took over her expression as Elya used her own talons to much greater effect, ripping the aberrant crystal from the beast, and discovering that it had been acting as the thing's spine.

Everything about these creatures made her stone-like skin crawl in disgust. Ridding the world of them was a righteous pleasure.
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Dubh Splinterbane

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The wall of roots and brambles began to loosen and collapse as their caster turned his attentions elsewhere. First a drake and now a griffin? Yet the great feathered beast leered hatefully at the serprent from behind the barrier of flames. Was it an ally then?

Dubh's eyes narrowed to slits as he peered warily between the drake and the mage, blood-slicked sword arm cocked for the killing blow. What devilry was this? A serpent aiding them against a fellow serpent? Why had this not been mentioned before? What was that blasted elf Irilthorn playing at?

The dracolich's great roar peeled out across the valley and the earth trembled beneath their feet. The orc slowly lowered his blade.

"Very well wizard." he growled, eyes never leaving Galadaeros own. "Then let it be on your head! I won't dull my blade on hides without bounties attached to them."

Turning from others he joined his kinsman at the camp's wall once more, offering Terahk a reassuring clap on the shoulder.

"Our fortune awaits our affections brother!" he cried, pointing to the baying dracolich nested in its aura of smoke and soot. Great rings of light and energy seemed to slough from the beast in waves. "Time to ply our trade!"

Without further remark, Dubh vaulted easily over the palisade wall and made for the treeline. As he ran, hacking down the remaining shadow creatures as he went, his eyes returned repeatedly to the baleful Valaxor above. Too far for blade or bow. Their bounty would be bloody work indee--

The momentary lapse in attention was all it took for one of the sprightly abominations to gain the advantage. It tore through the air towards him with a deafening shriek, it's ebon claws gnashing the air before it in anticipation. Dubh's whirled around to face his foe, knowing he had time insufficient to bring his blade to bear. The creature lunged close enough to smell the fetid death upon its breath when it was abruptly wrenched backward, it's raking nails missing the orc by scant inches.

Dust plumed and all shook as a resounding impact filled his ears. A great granite winged creature crushed the abomination of shadows into the soil below, reducing it to so much pulp and misery. The orc regarded this new arrival and its timely intervention with a mixture of relief and caution. Elves and mages, drakes and griffins and now...whatever this was. A wondrous land indeed.

Bounding into the woods that separated the camp from the mountainside he raced through the trees with a fleet footedness that belied his great size. Neither did his pace slacken when the terrain grew rocky and steep before him. Within moments the orcs were nimbly scaling the paths before them towards the terror above.

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Terahk's mind reeled at the menagerie of strange creatures they'd suddenly become ally with. He had no idea who or what or which of these things he could trust. The only one he trusted was the runt he called brother who was currently leaving him behind in the rock dust as he climbed to meet their bounty and claim either death or fortune, Terahk prayed for the latter. Cutlass strapped to his belt, borrowed round shield hanging from his shoulders he took after his steppe brother.

"Keep climbing, little dust monkey. If you fall you'll at least have a softer landing before you kill us both. But at least let us irritate the bastard before we do."


He glanced back at the already shrinking forms in the camp below and gritted his tusks. The bellowing of their would be cash-cow was deafening and made his callused fingers shrink from the rock face if only for a second until the cocksure mind of the Orc reasserted itself and he pulled himself skyward.

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Galadaeros

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Dubh's reaction was an unforeseen consequence, young by the standards of his kin Galadaeros was not yet versed in the reaction of mortal men. His kind, for the most part, was the prelude to death and destruction. The ultimate challenge so often pitted against heroes and champions. His appearance summoned chaos they could have done without. Had Iskar not intervened he might have suffered an early defeat at the hands of his own allies.

Yet what good was that while the curse remained, but he would not surrender to that fate. He had seen for himself the nature of slaves. He would not join them, but their difference in power, knowledge, and fortitude could not be denied. Time was his enemy.

Embers of light bled from the crystal bound to his chest, a solid yet fluid presence that wrapped itself over his body choked in a body fitting aura of golden motes. His body reacted to this new source of energy, siphoning the unsaturated energies into his core.

Ignorant of the armour Tai was creating, the young drake inclined its head. Something erupted in his chest faint violet light breaking between the gaps of scale and armour. It spread down his belly, along the underside of his tail and finally to the wings. Like the mirror of the night skies, specks of light pierced the blackest void. It was from his wings that motes of starlight were created, orbiting his body.

Silently Galadaeros raised his foreleg looking down at the cursed chains that strained against Tai's armour. "About time made yourself useful." Galadaeros purred tasting the air around his paw.

Planting his feet against the earth he saw Iskar and snarled as if the very idea that Iskar assisted him was disgusting.

"Thank you." He hissed eyes following the dust cloud left behind by the orcs until his eyes finally met with the Dracolich's body. Tasting the air once more his eyes narrowed identifying his target.

Abruptly he unfurled his wings detonating the motes of light into beams of searing blacklight directed at the Dracolich.
 

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