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||GM NOTE: Attn: All members with human, antagonist characters!

All member of the human army have been given a potion containing a bit of the dust from the Arlanthil tree. This potion manifests within the person one specific magical ability. For example, your power couldn't be summoning weapons, but it could be summoning a large, steel longsword. Capiche?

Choose your power wisely. ^^||

Brenya peered at the headstrong man as he bustled past, his eyes barely even acknowledging her as he did so. Her jaw dropped a little, and her soft brow furrowed. Now, that's just not polite. She thought to herself, stamping her small boot gently, and sending a shower of dust around the hem of her skirt. Well, Fyrr never was one for manners, Aaurondyl thought, her magestic voice hinting at humour. Who?! You know him? But... He's an... An elf! How do you know him? Ask questions later, child. For now, catch up to him.

Brenya scoffed, noting that at the man's pace she would never catch up to him, but did as she was told. Gathering her skirts in her fists, she rushed after him, boots kicking up even more dust than imaginable. "Wait!" She called, scrambling over rocks, between boulders, and around other minor obstacles that came between her and her prey. "Fyrr! FYRR!" Finally, the young woman gained on him, and halted in front of him, blocking her path. Panting, she brushed a few stringy locks of deep red hair from her face and put her hands on her hips. Now what?

Although she did not will them to, Brenya's lips began to move, and words came tumbling out. Her voice was significantly deeper, and equally weaker. "Hello, Fyrr. it has been too long, but it was only a matter of time before the elders began to find each other again. I see you've chosen a very suitable specimine indeed." A light flush rose to Brenya's cheeks, and she pressed her lips shut. What are you doing?!?!

Skyman shot the arrow straight and true. It hit the creature in the throat. It gave an abbreviated shriek and fell to the ground, thrashing. He dashed over to it and twisted the arrow shaft, making sure it died. He pulled it out and cleaned it off on a handful of leaves. Mustn't waste ammunition. He lifted the ugly beast and slung it over his shoulder. He proceeded to carry it back towards the Tree.

He hadn't gone far when he noticed that there were people up the road. He went back into the underbrush and crept along quietly. Damn, an elf and... the girl had her back to him so it was hard to tell. He sat the corpse down beside him and resolved to wait it out. They were both magical creatures in nature he didn't want to fight two to one unless he had to. Then again... if he could shoot them both from this cover he wouldn't need to. He started formulating a plan as he re-strung his bow.

A smirk spread across the nymph's face, which was a deep shade of crimson at this point. "Charming, as usual, Fyrr. But, I much prefer my usual form to this..." Aaurondyl paused, looking for the proper word. "Bipedal." Brenya, by this point, was nearly screaming with confusion. What is going on?! She demanded, her gentle voice sounding rather small and weak inside of her brain. Did you think you were the only one who was hearing voices, my dear? You are looking at the great gryphon king, Fyrr. Well, at least sort of. He seems to have taken the form of this elf man, much like I have taken the form of you. Dismissing Brenya, Aaurondyl returned her attention to Fyrr.

"Have you found any of the other's yet?" Aaurondyl asked. By now she had allowed the nymph to at least control her arms, and she was furiously smoothing her skirt, and twirling a strand of copper locks between her fingers; as was her habit when nervous. "I feel they have already bonded, but I don't know with whom, or where."

||Em... I hate to do this but.... I have to. >.< No one except those who are bonded actually know that anyone has bonded, at this point.

Most humans and everyone else should think that the last of the four great mythical beasts are dead. sweatdrop I think you might need to edit your post a bit.||

Skyman drew his bow slowly, an arrow nocked. He sighted down the elf. Him first. The other looks weaker. I might be able to fight her in close quarters. I don't want to fight an elf up close. He'd heard they were quick on their feet. Could be dangerous. He plotted the arrow's path, aiming for the elf's chest. I don't know if I can hit the heart from here but if I can at least get it in the area of the ribs he'll be dead soon. He was willing to bet there would be no one to help the wounded fae creatures out here. He would have easy pickings if only he could take them down. Fly true arrow. He loosed it.

||She think's they are all dead.||

Damnit! How did I miss? Well granted the elf was standing kind of sideways from where he was shooting. He'd be able to get off one more shot before they'd be too close to fire on. He'd have to drop the bow fast and get his sword drawn. Well that would come later. For now he had to try another shot. That required calm and focus. He drew his bow again, sighting down the shaft. He noticed something sliver flash in the hand of the female. She was pretty quick too it looked like.

Another elf? No... no the ears are wrong for... ah I bet that one's a nymph of some kind. He would have cursed aloud if he hadn't been wary of the elf's faculties of hearing. He loosed the second arrow, aiming for the nymph's midsection this time. He tossed his bow down and drew his longsword carefully. It was quite a trick to do that while kneeling in the underbrush but he was used to not having a lot of space to swing.