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Brendon
"This can't be happening!"...Brendon gazed over Syrathic's shoulder and over the small tents of the gnomes and far into the distance toward the direction of the cavern's entrance. He did not have the eyes of an elf, but what he heard was sickening. The terrible bloodlust of the humanoid beasts were pouring in like a wave of sure death. A few of them were near enough to barely make out with his imperfect vision, and he quickly notched an arrow in his bow. Firing immediately, it saved one gnome from being clubbed with a weapon of some sort from the Grimlock. Already, another arrow was on it's way to finish the job. Brendon forgot about anything around him and was focused entirely on notching and aiming arrows. One after another, they whizzed to their targets. They could not be allowed to approach the tents, where the majority of the gnomes now gathered and tried to strategize a counter-attack. Males, females, and children all made up this gret gathering of the last defence to their homes. Already Brendon began to feel the loss. There were just so many of the enemy. So few that could fight with effectiveness.
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DM Notes.
I don't know if any of you remember, but Cyril did grant my archer special weapons by sacrificing other things in return. If any of you want stats or charts, I will be happy to oblige. If you need commentaries on the action, I will fill you in on everything that your character should know at this time.
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