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Syrathic paused while his new companion collapsed to the ground. Underneath his hood, an eyebrow raised in amusement. This was nothing new to the elf. "I hope I have not been setting to hard of a pace for you, Brendon. If you wanted to go slower, all you had to do was say the word."
He gazed around the surroundings as his companion tried to regain his breath. Nothing seemed amiss...
"Strange... I think I felt the ground shake," his companion commented. "Is this land prone to eathquakes or tremors?"
"I wouldn't know, as I'm new to the land," Syrathic answered. "But are you sure you felt shaking?"
Syrathic put his hand to the ground. Brendon watched as the elf pulled it back suddenly. "I don't think you're imagining it. I feel it too." He glanced around once again. "I wonder what it could be?" He shivered unconsciously, which usually meant bad news.
The elf's hands disappeared inside his cloak and he pulled out two long swords. The one in his right hand was slightly longer than the one in his left. "I hope you're a good shot with your bow, Brendon. I have a bad feeling about this."
OOC: Oh, my first battle! How exciting... Right-hand blade is a +3 long sword (his friend's old blade), off hand blade is a regular long sword with a +2 to AC, in case you're wondering. Any other info needed, let me know. I'll be in and about every little while the rest of the weekend.
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