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The crisp air leaves the breath of all who walk among this boggy tundra, the air too frigid for the pestilent annoyances that one might expect in a marsh such as these. The soggy ground crackles with frost, and the fetid pools are covered in a thin layer of black ice through which any who tread here can see the remains of those who have fallen before them. Some of the remains are skeletal, staring up with ricktus smiles, but others are fresh enough that white eyes still stare up from beneath the ice.
Delfyn: HP = 65, PP = 59, EP = 64, Status = Fine
In the distance, Delfyn hears the sound of a horn of battle, one she might have learned to fear even in her sheltered life. It was the clarion call of her people's ancestral enemy, the orcs, who had proven to be an all too common sight here in the realm of the goddess. The horns grew louder over the following minutes, followed by shouts of encouragement, and all too quickly the first wave came out from the sparse trees and stopped as they sighted Delfyn.
"Aahhh.... A she-elf! A fine prize!" One of the quartet of orcish warriors who had appeared declared, grinning from beneath a half-helm that concealed the upper half of his head but left his jaw bare. The other three warriors chuckled as they picked their way around the marsh towards her, giving Delfyn a moment in which to prepare herself before they were fully upon her.
Orc Warrior 1: Unharmed
Orc Warrior 2: Unharmed
Orc Warrior 3: Unharmed
Orc Warrior 4: Unharmed
Delfyn: HP = 65, PP = 59, EP = 64, Status = Fine
In the distance, Delfyn hears the sound of a horn of battle, one she might have learned to fear even in her sheltered life. It was the clarion call of her people's ancestral enemy, the orcs, who had proven to be an all too common sight here in the realm of the goddess. The horns grew louder over the following minutes, followed by shouts of encouragement, and all too quickly the first wave came out from the sparse trees and stopped as they sighted Delfyn.
"Aahhh.... A she-elf! A fine prize!" One of the quartet of orcish warriors who had appeared declared, grinning from beneath a half-helm that concealed the upper half of his head but left his jaw bare. The other three warriors chuckled as they picked their way around the marsh towards her, giving Delfyn a moment in which to prepare herself before they were fully upon her.
Orc Warrior 1: Unharmed
Orc Warrior 2: Unharmed
Orc Warrior 3: Unharmed
Orc Warrior 4: Unharmed