• Completed • -‡- Spider infestation -‡- (graded/mature)

[Coroth]

Vhalar 3rd 719

-‡- It was dark, the moon shown through the duration of slowly passing clouds high in the skies that had provided a most cool breeze to glide within. It was also known to be the time when the nocturnal beasts of the wild and dangerous came out to roam in the wilds. Wilds where the denizens of slavery within Athart weren't permitted to leave the sanctions of the walls without proper papers from their owners. None the less, a squad of Shadow Wings landed upon a clearing of land at the base of a cliff that rose up several hundred arm lengths in height. At the top of the cliff was a long stretch of a plateau where the pit of reflection was known to exist.

As wings were listened to in their feathery soft flapping, their descent became instinctively halted as dark wings were extended from their armor laiden bodies. The subtle sounds of several feet and claws landing were nearly non existent by a few of their number. The few who were the more skilled and experienced avriels. Coroths' attentions were upon them, knowing how good they were, seeking to pick up on how they remained so quiet. One of whom took a grace in her movements, almost as if she were dancing in the air as she melodramatically touched her feet and hands to the earthen ground below. Her arms drifting gracefully to return to her sides from where they had been playing her fingertips within the air beyond her sides as if minstrelling cords of the air to her whims. When she landed, Coroth's eyes were upon her, watching how her small hands reached for the sheathed daggers which she could kill with utmost lethality.

Whispers were emitted amongst them as wings were notoriously folded behind them. Their blackened feathers becoming like dark voids behind them to conceal them from any looking at them from behind it seemed. Orders were silent spoken, and uttered with breaths to be heard by the listening ears as they gathered together. The mission had already been spoken to the squad earlier at an outpost near Athart. The cavern had come under threat from an unknown number of arachnids who'd killed off several slaves who'd been quarrying the area. Plans had been made for the alcove, and were disrupted. Whether they struck an opening to somewhere else within the mountainside, or they had appeared one night from the jungle and took up residence, they would not know. Nor needed to in order to eliminate them.

Gesticulations were used to point by the lead avriel, a woman of thin dark hair that was allowed to fall to her shoulders in bound curls that remained out of her eyes by bands of leather behind her head. She was of the lithe breed of winged ones, slenderness adding to the finesse in her movements. She was also proven to be deadly with her dexterity and small blades, some would consider her of the roguish assassin lineage in merits of skills and abilities. She held everyones respect, for it was not a rare occasion for her to sneak up upon an adversing avriel with a blade to their throat to assure them that they would agree with her when she wanted them to.

Coroth unharnessed the stave of his longbow from his back as they prepared themselves. His bared foot bearing soft yet darkening fur curled around the butt end of the wood as the cord was habitually fitted to one ends notch. The stave was deftly flipped to upright the remaining side. The strength in his arm bearing the rooting muscles of an archer as he forced the wood to bend until he was able to weave the other end of the cord to it in turn. It was still a weak bow, and he a learner of it's trade. There were a few others who were archers as well, one of which bore a crossbow, something far easier to use as it required not the same strength, but the power of mechanisms to load instead.

An arrow was being drawn silently from the quiver at his back as he was led towards the caverns entrance by the herding of the squad, prepared and ready to perform their duty. A large orifice had been chiseled from the cliff face in days prior, perhaps weeks or longer. Marks of picks and hammers against stone became all the more visible as one of them had already set down his shield and blade and was drawing sparks against a nearby torch ensconced on the outer wall until it lit up with a racing flame. A flame that danced quickly as it was brought to life, sputtering for air until it was taken in to its core to burn and warm once more. A dismal, quiet spark stirred inside of Coroth as he watched it. Yet, fearing the reprisal of his brethren, he fought the urge to speak with it, even from within. A few others picked up torches that had formed a small pile outside. They were lit up and used to guide the rest of the party as they entered. Three others took the lead, ready to kill and take the first hits with shield and skill. Their leader took up a position behind them, in the midst of the group. The light of the torches lit her up from their positions at her sides, exposing the tautness of her darkened, metal rings that were worn for armor and how they weighingly fit to her feminine curvings and more so her movements. Though other attire was worn over the maille, not all of it was concealed from the light. It was ever a fight with his inner yearning for woman that kept his eyes fancying at least an occasional glimpse, or longing stare at her when she wasn't looking. As if she didn't know, or provoke the other males with the way she moved with pride.

Coroth himself waited with two other archers till the torches radiance was in front of them, then followed after, remaining far enough behind to be able to slip into the darkness and remain hidden. One of the archers, a more older avriel, had taken to the knack of guiding Coroth whilst he was in the squad. Giving him small reminders or notes to do this or that to acquistion to their military ways. After several moments, the silence remained vigil, and then the cavernous tunnel began to open higher above their heads. High enough that their wings could be stretched outwards, yet not so high to allow them to fly. Crenalations of natural growth became noticeable as the torches illumination devoured loitering appendages that hung from the ceiling. Some of them glazened with some moist dew. Shadows danced, and leapt about as they continued. Shadows that were watched were kept all the more so alert and unknowing of their cause unless dutifully scrutinized and watched as they were passed. The leader turned about, meeting the eyes and gaining the silent attention of her followers. Directing one to look in one particular direction, the other at another compass route, whilst in the center was to keep an eye on the forward rank and attack anything before it attacked them.

It was one of the shadows hidden a distance away from the path they took along the center of the cavernous corridor that caught someones attention. Shadows, that darted quickly behind one of the hanging stalactites, it was quickly brought into Coroths sights while he aimed. His bows cord was drawn backwards, the sound of the cord drawing at straining wood to form a slowly tightening curve. A whisper was sent from his lips that one of the torchbearers heard, and caused him to stop and turn about. The torch raised higher, causing the shadows to evaporate nearby. Waving it about towards the hanging cones of smoothened rock. The cavern seemed to open up into another chasm in the direction Coroth was holding his aim towards. Whispers were sent to listening ears, some pointy, others more humane. The fur along his cheeks thistled some as his adrenaline was felt rushing through his blood; through muscles still growing towards adept as they held the bow with acute readiness. It was as one of the warriors with shield and spear turned about and strode in that direction that the sparkle of a spiders web was noticeable in the distance. Slightly reflecting the light of the torch as the wielder followed the warrior for a closer look. Ever seeking a reason to find something, hidden. =‡=

[Coroth]

Vhalar 3rd 719

-‡- A sudden length of a dark spindly leg finally reached out from around one of the stalactites beyond. The rest of it began to lean forth, smooth in movement, as its' many legs allowed the core of it's body to shift suddenly into view. Several reflecting eyes caught the torchs radiance, as well as the mandibles that scissored together with droplets of some glistening goo that fell to the floor below. But before it reached to splatter onto the floor, Coroth's arrow was flying through the air. Fear fueled it's trajectory, and it missed it entirely. His breath rasped at the loss of an arrow that he truly hadn't even planned to loose. Yet the creature beyond them was ghastly in size, and dangerous as the torch revealed its' lethal nature and intent. The sound of the steel end of the arrow scraping against the cavernous wall beyond it was overheard, and echoed into the distance. It was then, that a sudden eruption of a silken cord was shot forth at the one bearing the torch. The strand was sent quickly, for it was now in danger, and the torch was smacked by the silken substance. As if to douse it, or capture it.

Yet before it had the chance to. The warrior in front of the torch sent his shield up to protect himself incase it was shot at him instead, then hacked with his sword at the strand of silk to slice it apart and out of his way. He charged forwards to attack as the web floated lightly to the ground. The spider beyond skittering backwards a few steps as it's intent failed. His bravery outstood that of the others, yet he had not the discipline to hold his tongue from releasing his cry of battle. The echo of his greed to be the first to kill echoed forth into the cavernous corridors beyond, proclaiming he was there to kill them all. The avriel in charge dismally frowned upon such a tactic, but reserved herself patiently as the others prepared themselves. One other warrior began to follow him incase there were more. The archer beside Coroth loosed an arrow, one more practiced, that actually struck solidly into the hanging arachnid before it completely maneuvered out of sight. The shot sent it from it's perch behind the stalactite, causing it to fall to the ground with a light, soft weight. It's legs a cadence of weaving movements to catch itself whilst in a state of wounded disarray. A dark inky goo debilitating began to run forth from the impalement now lodged inside of it. Providing an easier kill for the warrior who could not keep his mouth shut so early in the fighting. An annoyed abrupt silence passed through his lungs. A kick sent against the stilling body before he sent his blade to skewering it into partitions with a hacking of steel through still fidgeting mandibles. A screech erupted through it's gaping fangs to sharply dance along the ceiling above and beyond the squad of Avriels.

Just as the second warrior reached it, his spear being sent to shove into it's torso where the many legs were rooted at, another string of webbing was shot forth. It went right for the front of his helmeted face. Causing him to reel back in alarm from the unexpected. Another arrow was shot into the air as the second spider revealed itself from the unlit bounds of darkness. Coroth was not himself, still he was gathering his wits, his eyes wide and unbelieving at the size of these giant sized creatures. They were bigger than a dog in body size, yet light weight enough to cater themselves about from the ceiling above.

Finally it was time Coroth took aim, disciplining himself to keep his arrow notched until he was sure he was ready to hit the target. It was then, that more than one of them made itself visible. The other warriors had no choice but to join in, the angle of the squad shifted towards their targets as they began dropping torches to the ground so they could unsheathe their weapons. Arrows were heard whizzing through the air above to sharply echo briefly into the corridors echoing air. Some missing as the spiders made themselves known to be quick and agile in their movements. In another moment, one of the first warriors was on his back with one of the spiders legs pinning him down with it's many legs, light at first to merely knock him off of his feet. Yet it reared up with an aggression of maddening rivarly, it's front legs still yet to be able to reach the hanging of stalactites above before it would drive their thin, sharp lengths towards it's captured prey pinned beneath it. The creature was swept off of the avriel in another breath as blades were sent skewering through the air to send it's blood spraying into the air, and over the prone figure below instead. It would have crumpled on top of him, but a spear quickly shoved it off to fall elsewhere. A glob of goo left it's mandibles to land between victim and predator as it fell. Sizzling at the stoney ground with a bubbling suddenness that grew shockingly revealing to the winged ones nearby ear. His wings pinned beneath him in a way that had him nearly scraping into a roll to get away from such a poisoness release before the prized feathers were ruined.

Coroth loosed another arrow, the shift of his wrist turning his aim to lead the angle of the arrow till the point was angled where he thought would be right, then loosed. The darkened shaft twirled through the air. The stiff feathers whisking past his ear to lead it into the furred torso of another arachnid as it crawled along the floor towards him. The bow was not strong, and the arrow was enough to cause it to taper on it's thin legs before it gave up, and dealt with the inflicting pain that had sunken into easily penetrable flesh. Another arrow was quickly drawn from his quiver to take aim at it again, for one arrow did not seem enough. The sounds of the avriels savagely revealing their superiority on such creatures continued to echo through the cavern all around him as they fought their own as they came from shadows above in those moments. Such a crescendo of fierce voices boosted their moral and strength as it let the others know they were still winning against such foes.

After several moments, they began to grow silent, as the handful of arachnids had become nearly dead, twitching with remnants of life that oozed upon the smooth stoney floor now beneath them all. One of the avriels was helped to his feet, the webbing at his helmet pulled off of his face so he could see again. Assurances were given that his handsome features were not ruined. Others began looking around, assuring themselves that the had no more surprises nearby. It was then, as silence still reigned that Coroth was motioned towards one of the dead arachnids.

"Those legs..they make good arrows..see..watch..," The archer who led him to the corpse took out an axe from where it hung at his belt. He motioned at no particular leg to cut at, but pointed below the joint with the tip of the axe where an impaleable spike jutted forth. With one strong cut, the spindly leg was cut away. The sound of steel impacting against stone thudded and nearly chipped pieces of stone away in the process. The leg though was deftly snatched from the ground and drawn to the light of a nearby torch that had yet to be gathered by its prior wielder.

"See how thin it is, thin as our arrows..even lighter in weight, ye stronger than wood..we will need to add feathers to the end..and a notch..," with haste, and fear that other spiders would still arrive, he and the other archer began to take of the legs. After a few moments, when the warriors saw what they were up to, and took up guard positions, Coroth would join in as well. He smotched up his first leg, cutting it too short to be used for his longbow. But had other legs to make attempts on. The heel of his foot kicked into the thorax of the arachnid, causing the baloonish torso to roll over and get off of the legs hidden beneath it's dead carcass. His eyes cautiously were upon the creatures head though, as if it might still be alive, or possess some random ability to come alive again..or something even worse. Arrows were retrieved from their bodies in those moments. One of which was used to judge the length that the legs should be cut at.

It was as they were finishing up with the task that the few of them were quick with hand to complete and gather, that they all stopped suddenly. For in the distance, further down the cavernous corridor, an arachnid whiningly screech erupted from a much larger creature. One that instilled fear with it's approaching echo, as if luring them to try to kill it as well. The others were seen narrowing their gazes from within their open-faced helms. Sharing mutual confidence in themselves as they shared looks and nods that they should go on.

While they had been collecting arrows, the avriel woman in charge had been knelt down by one of the dead arachnids as well. One who's haired torso was of a greener tint than the darker ones. She had already set to the task of cutting away at its head. As Coroth neared, bow in hand and ready to be notched by a hand that began clutching at air above his quiver, his attentions swerved to something else. For the woman had already taken a torch and burned at the creatures face. Charring much of it's maw and fangs and flesh. Yet, she had cut it's face open beneath the neck, and apparently knew what she was doing, for she pulled forth from the deep laceration a gland dripping with it's blood, it was lined in purple flesh. An organ perhaps? A sack bearing something that she grasped as she slowly stood back up to look over with both hands bearing it preciously. Her head turned to face Coroth as he neared, and looked over her shoulder that was well below his own in height.

"It is it's poison sack, young one. You must dip your arrow tips within it..and let it do it's work in the coming fight with the one beyond us." Her words were secreted with a rolling tongue that whispered with the warmer of breaths. A distasteful secret of her kind who secretly killed others. Her eyes widened as if she coveted now a treasure quite rare to hold. It though, was silently sent to one of her own satchels at her side to hang it from her belt. The opening to it was still charred to form a seal. When it was time, they could poke their arrows into it to acquire the tenure of poison. =‡=

[Coroth]

Vhalar 3rd 719

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The squad of winged warriors could be heard stepping carefully through the cavernous length of a corridor. The stalactites had ceased in their formations, fading off into a smoother contour above their heads. Though still rugged and swelling in places where the mountain had formed in the ages. Perhaps water had passed through here ages ago to bleed a path to the rivers outside. They whispered with each other that there was a larger creature that they were being careful about reaching. Perhaps the mother of a nest of them. Perhaps a mother who was too old to nest or had no mate to nest with. They went over the scenario as they dispersed from the prior scene of dead arak'nids. There though, was no horde of spiders being sent to kill them, so they lucked out in that at least. Until a fork was reached in the torchlit tunnel.

The leading avriel looked at the decision to be made without shifting the mane of dark tendrils that wove behind her strong yet still gorgeous features. Hatred, anger, or perhaps a lethality to kill those who would kill her was etched on her guise as she silently went over the choices. Waiting perhaps as well for the creature they hunted to declare itself coming from one or the other of the passages. No such shrill cries or threats reached their avriel ears as they were so hoping. Instead, after several moments of waiting, she began pointing out members of the team, dividing them up. They separated with due ease. She kept one of the archers, and sent the other two to back up two fighters, whilst the few others would go with her.

In lorien their ears listened in to their commands, "Head into the tunnel, if you find her, return back here and join us. Do not try to kill her on your own…I will not chance your deaths on whims of personal challenges to prove yourself the better. Now go." Her words were spoken with a soft, yet enticing tongue that warned them of her punishments if they survived and disobeyed her. Glaring at the separated fighters as they all dutifully nodded to her, and took up a slight jog to head into the tunnel. The torchbearer lighting the way and leaving her own group all the more in the dark as one of the few torches left them. They were new to the shadow faction, and needed to be tested. Both with skill in combat, as well as in whether they held enough self-discipline to obey their superior.

Coroth kept his bow at the ready, remaining in pace with the other beside him as the tunnel began to narrow, instead of growing larger to accommodate a creature of large enough size to emit the sounds they heard earlier. Two warriors were in front of them, one held a shield large enough to protect most of his body. A sword was in his hand as the passageway grew smaller, his unequiped spear would be only useful for piercing and warding off anything that attacked. The second wielded a well curved axe and shield, held already above the shield, ready to be sent through the air, yet he seemed to relax his arm, letting it rest so it would not tire him out in the process.

The bow thus was eased in his own grip. Thumbs and fingers unraveling their firmly clutching grasp upon the weave of cords that were set at the center of the bows stave that began to be exposed in a few places as he did so. The notch at the string went forward some in turn, though the aim remained above the wings of his companions, and perhaps near the roof beyond so an arce would suffice to reach their target before it reached them. Or so he planned.

It was several longingly held breaths of anticipation that finally the sound of thin legs could be heard skittering further into the tunnel ahead of them. The shield bearers halted all of a sudden, hunching down some preparing to defend their legs out of habit from practicing. They then eyed each other briefly as nothing appeared out of the darkness beyond the reach of their torch. Coroth in turn tightened the hemp cord near his face as his arrow became ready and willing to arce through the air over their lowered heads. Nothing showed up.

A thought came to his mind, more light would be useful. He whispered to the archer beside him. Loosening his arrow enough to correlate with his idea. "Put some oiled cloth on my arrow..and light it.."

The other archer eyed him with a curious, arching eye. His own features were as young as Coroth and inexperienced in the trades of combat tactics. But after a moment, he understood easily enough. He clasped his own arrow with his grip on the bow and fished into a satchel at his hip until one of the ends of a cloth used for torch-making was brought out. Instead of putting it on the end of his torch, he did as he was told and wrapped it around Coroths arrow till it was snug, and the wedges of the arrow bit into the cloth to keep it in place. The torchbearer behind them then wavered the torch beneath it till it held a glow of its own. The other archer already going about wielding his bow and being at the ready.

A spark was felt within Coroth as he held the flame in front of him. Watching it dance slowly as its hunger fed upon the oil in the cloth. The fuel slowly causing a stir of sounds that became subtle whispering tones to his ears. Ears that began to hear it speak to him, yet all he knew how to do was to listen. A small connection was made with the flame hovering before him on the end of his arrow. One that seemed to smolder with the spark within his own being. When he felt it wrapped about his own spark, he loosed the arrow, to see what would happen, and whether or not magic was worth looking into further. =‡=

[Coroth]

Vhalar 3rd 719
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The arrow flew over the heads of the hunkering avriel in front of him. The illumination of the small flame instantly spread it's source of light onwards along the path that it was sent to through the air. The flight of the arrow was known to go at least a few hundred paces in a field. He imagined it would break against a wall in a turn if he had bad luck. Instead, his luck turned out for the better, for the glow of the arrow suddenly flew through a cluster of a few more spiders, they were gathered over a few humanoid bodies enwrapped in webbing. They suddenly showed their surprise as their many sets of eyes glimmered in the passing of the arrow above them. Their fangs flexing and twitching menacingly towards the passing whir of light. It suddenly embedded in something in the wall, something that kept it from bouncing off of stone and breaking or even going out.

Instead, the flame on the arrow suddenly intensified, as it merged with more silk webbing. Instantaneously it hungrily began to feed on the webbing alone, following where it was wrapped around yet another body. It though, was not a quick hunger, even as Coroth still felt the spark grasped and woven with the flame now far beyond him. It was enough to keep it alive, and exposing the spiders in the distance at least. It seemed more than enough to Coroth, who felt grateful for at least that. He held not the discipline to stir it into a larger source of flame. And then, he took advantage of it.
The two warriors stayed down as arrows began to be sent into the spiders beyond. There were only a few of them to target, yet they were gathered together in a cluster upon the bodies that were littered at the apparent end of the tunnel. One of them managed to escape the first few arrows that careened with whizzing speed in their direction, scrambling legs of a thin length being pulled up and down with rythmal movements as it moved over it's still twitching kin. Attempting to race towards the attackers beyond, Coroth sent an arrow with more of an aim in its' direction. Then cursed as he missed, the spider in that moment began dancing along the wall to reach the ceiling higher above. The tip of its' legs seemingly able to grasp upon the surface and stick to it with some unknown ease.

The warriors then charged forwards before the creature could leap on top of them. Battle cries bellowed forth to resound in the tunnel around them and heighten their ferocity. Their shields were lifted to protect their bodies whilst one swung at it's legs with the weight of his axe. Then the other began reaching upwards to stab with his swords piercing tip that shimmered in the reflective glow of the torch behind them. Disputing words were harshly screamed at the creature to die, threatening it with their weapons as it's limbs began being chopped away. All the more so as it's furry body was pierced. Before it could figure out how to defend itself, or even attack it was already in pain and quickly fell from above, dropping onto one of their shields where it heavily slid towards it's end and to the ground below as the wielder hastily punched the shield away from him to get it off. It chaotically began skittering about on a few legs that could still be put to use. Legs that were taken away from its use with further swings from an fellows axe. A swing that was followed through with another piercing sword that buried itself more fully into the spider as it was now within his reach to do so.

Their breaths were heard, recovering from their ordeal of close combat. Coroth felt the whims of the flame within him loosen and unravel, leaving him lonely again. The two warriors beckoned for the others to follow, and they headed to the end of the tunnel to finish off the still writhing, and impaled spiders who had been taken down by arrows moments earlier. The sounds of their shrill cries pierced their ears and echoed into the cavernous walls now behind them as they died. Puddles of their goo began spreading around their boots, and feathered feet as they looked the bodies over as well.

Coroth leant his bow against the wall nearby, and unsheathed a small blade from his belt. The knife was sent to one of the bodies, his fingers grasping at some of the silk enwrapments to begin cutting away at it till enough of an opening was able to be pulled upon to reveal what was within. His heart suddenly leapt within his chest as a human face was within. Still fresh and perhaps recently killed. A slave, for it had no wings they could tell. Or was it from the woods, a traveler or merchant? Perhaps each body had its' own unknown tale. For they were all dead, some of them green from poison. Some of them turned out to be wounded from putting up a fight.

While pulling away the webbing from a worn dirtied tunic, a belt pouch came into view as well. Coroth tugged at the cords that kept it tied to the mans belt and hefted it within his palm to guess at the amount within. The feel of coins inside hinted at the amount the man must have been traveling with, was silenced as it was sent into one of his satchels that hung from his own belt then after. A few of the others were rewarded with similar rewards for their findings, whilst the ones who ended up being the missing slaves from this particular mine had no real earnings upon them at all. One of the avriels cursed at his luck as he was one who found such a useless slave.

In the end, Coroth rose back up to look around for anything more besides the enclosing end of the tunnel. Finding a shaft of light filtering through another smaller orifice that was closed up with more silk webbings. After a moment of debating whether it was a nest, or something else, he reached for the torch that was left on the floor and brought it to the hole, letting the flame burn at the silk till it caught fire, and began to burn away. After moments, the flame continued inwards until it came out the other end. The tentative dance of the flames near silently wavering with the air to cause hollow sounds to begin to emit to his listening ears. Ears that began listening to the flames errant whispers as it ate away at the obstruction it was sent to undo. Listening to how it consumed and hungrily ate away at the pressure substance with greed. The flames began revealing a chamber that was lit up by a few strands of moon-light that seemed to glow through the floating of dust particles that lazily drifted about in the air. Yet, the rest of the chamber was dark, save for a sudden movement, as a long leg was shifted about by the whims of a larger spider. Then, suddenly the opening was obstructed as a shrill shriek echoed through it from the neighboring chamber. And a bubble of multiple eyes appeared from where it had heard its' children dieng moments earlier.

Coroth instantly pulled away, shaken by the terror and threat of how much larger the one awaiting them was. The other avriels stared at him, silent, watching him to size up their situation that would unravel further this night. A few more moments were spent, hacking at the dead spiders, their legs were thin gathered to be put to use for arrows. As the ones that had been put to use were gathered in turn. Some of them were broken, but pieces of them could be reused, like the heads, and the feathers. Whispering to one another, they agreed to return down the tunnel and seek the rest of their squad. =‡=

[Abra]

Coroth

Rewards

Knowledges:

Skill:

Field Craft : Cut out poison glands to harvest poison.
Magic - Calling - Fire: can listen to it whisper
Combat: Long bow- flame arrows used to light up a tunnel
Combat: Long bow - Move held notch to help aim.
Combat: Longbow -Keep grip loose on weapon until engaged to prevent tiring
Discipline - To concentrate on listening to fire as it burns.

Loot: this would have to be a wealth point claim, see below
Injuries:
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Renown: +5 a new ambitious face

EXP: 10

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Your paragraphs were a bit long in general which could have been broken up when the subject changed so it would be easier to follow. Otherwise I didn’t have too much trouble following what was going on and the descriptions you made of combat were a fun read. The extra words you put in certainly went to good use to help paint a detailed picture of what was happening throughout the thread. Enjoy your rewards.