A Trip Cut Short

A Trip Cut Short "They lay claim to those who will never be theirs, and thus I return to fend off the wretched." The elf's return was only meant to be a temporary one, in order to ensure his daughter had not been harmed. To find that she was alright, and see if she would once more venture forth with him. It was not his intent to return prior to the end of his trip, yet violent elves forced the Hierarch's hand. He would not be intimidated. He would hold. This announce

The original Crumena, of Ilwindior, fends for himself in the bowels of a half-remembered world. Under a moon darker than the bleakest black he slogs through repugnant swamp waters. With his breathe heavy he slings his arm back. Crashing down like a tidal wave, a crescent of sharp blue light cleaves into the muzzle of the warped beast. Pink syrup oozes from its wounds of the amalgamation of flesh and polluting the waters with winding clouds. The victor clad in rags and torn plate fall

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