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Yevaud
The loathsome spirit was gone, Yevaud was glad for it was an irritant to bear it's presence, it had revealed little about it's goals or the dangers inside the chamber, but that there were more guardians beyond. Looking at Silt and Anarrima he tried to be the war-leader he was trained to be. "Vincent, you go left, I'll take the right Anarrima stay in the middle, if there are unresting dead inside we'll need your connection to the goddess, otherwise whatever effect has been tampering with magic in the area may wreak more havok with your spells and mine. Stay close together, work together and we may get through. We're not trying to destroy whatever is in there if we can get past it, speed is our goal, we can worry about the leftovers when the fool human has rejoined us." Waiting for confirmation that they understood, Yevaud threw the doors open taking the right flank, sword ready moving defensively with a deceptively lazy motion. The fatigue was pushed back by the adrenaline rush of anticipated battle, to fail to strike was to die, to be struck likely also meant death, it was truly going to be a great adventure.
[ 11-01-2005, 01:23 AM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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